<?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-11573950</id><updated>2011-09-09T12:41:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EAT GREEN, EAT GRASS!</title><subtitle type='html'>green is good for eyes, grass is good and nice!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8081889273774011610</id><published>2010-10-02T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:25:58.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;There's too much going on and I'm overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I think bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8081889273774011610?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8081889273774011610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8081889273774011610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8081889273774011610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8081889273774011610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8144389757206004749</id><published>2010-08-11T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:16:27.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am the maker of my success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still contemplating if I should seek treatment. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8144389757206004749?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8144389757206004749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8144389757206004749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8144389757206004749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8144389757206004749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-maker-of-my-success.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6676271884305497766</id><published>2010-07-28T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:58:48.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think peaceful thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;sing sappy love songs and&lt;br /&gt;dance children dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6676271884305497766?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6676271884305497766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6676271884305497766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6676271884305497766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6676271884305497766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/07/think-peaceful-thoughts-sing-sappy-love.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3275428013767233903</id><published>2010-07-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:28:51.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm 20 now.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be 21. Then, I'll be a training pastry chef&lt;br /&gt;eager for success. Hopefully a little stronger.&lt;br /&gt;The day was silent and fine. I went about a normal routine&lt;br /&gt;and pretty much forgot that it was a day to commemorate &lt;br /&gt;until I recieved some well wishes from people I&lt;br /&gt;least expected. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3275428013767233903?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3275428013767233903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3275428013767233903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3275428013767233903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3275428013767233903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-im-20-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5725454481816459241</id><published>2010-07-05T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:21:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Time for a long anticipated hiatus in a world that is defiant of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yet again, I'm relooking the things and company I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hate trying to be sociable. I hate pretending to be corporate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But I want to be successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll not heed a conforming, but I must brace myself for this period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm still going to be a top pastry chef. I'll also be vegan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'll be a vegan pastry chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fuck off, guilt. Fuck off, all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5725454481816459241?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5725454481816459241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5725454481816459241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5725454481816459241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5725454481816459241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-for-long-anticipated-hiatus-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5344565342209747878</id><published>2010-07-01T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:11:41.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have ultimates.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I like to be short sighted for a bit to appreciate the&lt;br /&gt;little things of the moment a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the best bunny you'll ever play with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5344565342209747878?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5344565342209747878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5344565342209747878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5344565342209747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5344565342209747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-ultimates.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7823191493826364615</id><published>2010-06-13T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:42:42.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like the climate you'll never know what weather you get&lt;br /&gt;No denying you're the habit that I can't quit&lt;br /&gt;It's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the product of your fears in the form of tears&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I can survive&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see you crying baby&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7823191493826364615?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7823191493826364615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7823191493826364615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7823191493826364615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7823191493826364615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-climate-youll-never-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3825671532159201523</id><published>2010-06-05T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:53:24.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Beautiful. And I Covered Her Eyes To Lean In.</title><content type='html'>Today, I threw away pieces of memories dating back to when&lt;br /&gt;I hated the world and killed my sanity. These physical things &lt;br /&gt;shouldn't matter anymore, yet I was a little hesitant to &lt;br /&gt;dispose them. I eventually did, and smiled at the thought &lt;br /&gt;of how I had my first real kiss. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3825671532159201523?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3825671532159201523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3825671532159201523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3825671532159201523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3825671532159201523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-beautiful-and-i-covered-her-eyes-to.html' title='Hey Beautiful. And I Covered Her Eyes To Lean In.'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3004736043719458233</id><published>2010-06-05T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:02:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like the only thing that's been on my mind recently&lt;br /&gt;is succeeding in anything, everything that I set and commit&lt;br /&gt;myself too. I so badly want to meet success quickly now that I&lt;br /&gt;have begun trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I've the bestest friend anyone could ever have, and we have&lt;br /&gt;big dreams. I couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned a little more positive and enduring.&lt;br /&gt;That after a good decade since I became depressed as a child,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finally happy. I forgive you for creating a strong &lt;br /&gt;hold over me, scaring me silent and ruining my childhood. I &lt;br /&gt;think, I want to heal this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet, I hope you will let your past go too. &lt;br /&gt;You're the best person I have. We had rough times, &lt;br /&gt;but nothing can ever separate us. &lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for love, God loves us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3004736043719458233?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3004736043719458233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3004736043719458233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3004736043719458233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3004736043719458233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-seems-like-only-thing-thats-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-735372293205305844</id><published>2010-06-03T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:00:47.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing. God is good. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way Bry, we're going to succeed. I know we will. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-735372293205305844?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/735372293205305844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=735372293205305844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/735372293205305844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/735372293205305844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2801126993599219324</id><published>2010-06-02T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:41:04.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming close to this little step to success.&lt;br /&gt;And we ain't giving up just yet though we're left&lt;br /&gt;with a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty exciting to be working for something&lt;br /&gt;so fervently after a long time of going through&lt;br /&gt;the motion. Isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2801126993599219324?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2801126993599219324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2801126993599219324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2801126993599219324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2801126993599219324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-close-to-this-little-step-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-971825766970261106</id><published>2010-05-27T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:09:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will succeed, through obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;With Christ, what more can I ask?&lt;br /&gt;What more, can we ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-971825766970261106?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/971825766970261106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=971825766970261106&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/971825766970261106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/971825766970261106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-succeed-through-obstacles.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-9129666531024102605</id><published>2010-05-26T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:24:29.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts Revivng Starts, Forgotten Dreams Of Old Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I certainly enjoy having my thoughts in prose and verse which I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;put into song with melody. However recently, cryptic doesn't satisfy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anymore. At least not too often as like in the past, perhaps too many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people around me are adopting a mysterious wording habit that I cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;help but see a different opinion with the way I used to write. Haha. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess it was young, fun, and full of emotion which I needed to take out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to get down to writing a proper song for us so Bry doesn't keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;singing the only song I have and like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I am picking out fragments of hope I used to habour while I was&lt;br /&gt;young and great and very much fucked up. I'm still sorting things&lt;br /&gt;out at current, trying to differntiate the immature and more sensible&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that should remain. Looking back, I'm pretty glad that I&lt;br /&gt;was fortunate enough not to have had major contact with the cops,&lt;br /&gt;given that I was breaking the law in various little ways, some which&lt;br /&gt;could've gotten me charged and into more trouble than I would've&lt;br /&gt;expected then. God bless me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I'm starting to piece together aspirations that discourage&lt;br /&gt;me because of their distance. Must not be moved. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell stories to children; I miss being a hero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Teacher Beat! Teacher Beat! Carry me, tell us story!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-9129666531024102605?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9129666531024102605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=9129666531024102605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9129666531024102605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9129666531024102605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-hearts-revivng-starts-forgotten.html' title='Broken Hearts Revivng Starts, Forgotten Dreams Of Old Fifteen'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6301008390491311980</id><published>2010-05-24T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:37:14.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got to use uncle Ian's snare today, and it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning's worship was a blast. I had such a wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time. I enjoyed myself very much in worship and played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my tiny heart out while God did the rest. It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We might've opened new doors to a whole new musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;journey tonight. We'll definitely be progressing in our skills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and probably venturing into new posibilities with Ben. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's cool that all our names start with a 'B'. Praise God for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;new opportunities, regardless of music or earning money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bry, God's seeing us through and providing us with many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things. Even though everything might seem bleak sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how we ocassionally still see the forlorn shadows cast upon our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lives by the past and how we often don't appreciate our exsistence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God loves us and is watching over us. And The Secret or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe that there's a charge over us; the way we were brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;together to go through shit, had some hard times and be earthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;supports for each other the past few years.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I think. I was born to be a drummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6301008390491311980?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6301008390491311980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6301008390491311980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6301008390491311980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6301008390491311980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-to-use-uncle-ians-snare-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7897933662047777174</id><published>2010-05-21T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:06:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was draining. I'm tired. But I won't waver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7897933662047777174?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7897933662047777174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7897933662047777174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7897933662047777174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7897933662047777174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-draining.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7386622026405099113</id><published>2010-05-20T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:06:03.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting all stressed out about band practice tomorrow. =(&lt;br /&gt;Playing the drums is a joyous thing, and I'm pretty sure this&lt;br /&gt;pressure will help me improve. But gosh, I am quite bothered&lt;br /&gt;and not too confident in getting things right. I do not want to&lt;br /&gt;take the whole band through a difficult rehearsal. Grumble.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please take my hands tomorrow. I'll do okay if not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7386622026405099113?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7386622026405099113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7386622026405099113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7386622026405099113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7386622026405099113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-getting-all-stressed-out-about-band.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5850925596064387308</id><published>2010-05-14T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:26:49.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The greatest challenge I might tackle now, is learning to love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I've been pretty horrid in many ways; always without any good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just filth and disregard, I feel wrong all over and inside. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;is so difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5850925596064387308?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5850925596064387308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5850925596064387308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5850925596064387308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5850925596064387308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-challenge-i-might-tackle-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8123472974319237909</id><published>2010-05-10T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:09:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I saw him hitting himself, making red welts across his arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On one occassion he slammed his head against the wall repeatedly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scratched his forearms until wounds formed, skin peeled and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bled. He even used a little fruit knife to slash himself on his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;arms and legs, then smeared the blood over his bare and sore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;skin. This boy was an 8 year old victim of physical and emotional &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;child abuse. Made from pent up pain, he had no respect for his body."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't respond to this information because I was so detached, yet alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8123472974319237909?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8123472974319237909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8123472974319237909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8123472974319237909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8123472974319237909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1514810798196684945</id><published>2010-05-10T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T02:09:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am frustrated and pretty tempted to draw a little bloody line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1514810798196684945?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1514810798196684945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1514810798196684945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1514810798196684945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1514810798196684945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-frustrated-and-pretty-tempted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5387367828014662278</id><published>2010-05-09T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:31:27.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was out for a night ride to drop by Kelin's place to pass on&lt;br /&gt;peace offerings and a bit of love for her birthday. It was nice&lt;br /&gt;to finally see her and catch up after a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of heading AYE for home, I went for a long ride, wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my ears, blowing through my face and hitting on my body. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got faster as I set my thoughts free while I assured myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had moved from the heart wrenching chapter. From now,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the raised scars that will constantly be on my left,&lt;br /&gt;I am detached from the past to form memories I accept as living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself at Eu Tong Sen street, close to the familiar and&lt;br /&gt;recent past I embrace with gladness. There came the desire to&lt;br /&gt;ride past the roads and see the people I hate to admit, have&lt;br /&gt;become so much of a constant, that I miss. I don't miss people&lt;br /&gt;often. I went by the parking space and looked above the red&lt;br /&gt;wall into the kitchen, thinking to catch a glimpse of what I was&lt;br /&gt;accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching LA Ink. I want to get inked to be persistently reminded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that God is love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;greater than love in all other forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5387367828014662278?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5387367828014662278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5387367828014662278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5387367828014662278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5387367828014662278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-out-for-night-ride-to-drop-by.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1371651300537228797</id><published>2010-05-08T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:02:22.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Does it matter to you who I fucking kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't give a fuck who you fucking fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me who you fucking love, you bastard!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He curled in a corner while she rained punches at him,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't because he was defenseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She spat at him and left,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"fucking coward."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He whimpered,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"you're fucking right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1371651300537228797?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1371651300537228797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1371651300537228797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1371651300537228797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1371651300537228797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-it-matter-to-you-who-i-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6072860580989192004</id><published>2010-05-07T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:23:38.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Proud To Be Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though it gets painfully tiring, I suppose it's fine to slip up sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just as I was thinking to call on her, I recieve news that they're planning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a celebration and I feel apprehensive to reciprocate. Some things are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more beautiful when admired from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like picking a fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6072860580989192004?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6072860580989192004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6072860580989192004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6072860580989192004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6072860580989192004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-proud-to-be-chinese.html' title='I Am Proud To Be Chinese'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1390081858155323031</id><published>2010-05-07T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:40:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 6:9-11 (NLT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Don’t you realize that those who do wrong will not inherit the Kingdom of God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don’t fool yourselves. Those who indulge in sexual sin, or who worship idols, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;commit adultery, or are male prostitutes, or practice homosexuality, or are thieves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or greedy people, or drunkards, or are abusive, or cheat people—none of these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;will inherit the Kingdom of God. Some of you were once like that. But you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cleansed; you were made holy; you were made right with God by calling on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1390081858155323031?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1390081858155323031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1390081858155323031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1390081858155323031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1390081858155323031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-corinthians-69-11-nlt.html' title='1 Corinthians 6:9-11 (NLT)'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-955222600522709537</id><published>2010-05-05T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:30:23.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told bry that it's easier to have feelings for a boy than a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's more than just being accepted, but accepting yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I wonder how emotions like these surface anyway. Bry's&lt;br /&gt;right about not being able to control these feelings. But I believe&lt;br /&gt;that I have the ability to decide if I should act upon them or not.&lt;br /&gt;I give in all the time because I'm terrible; I might even admit that&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable being gay and having homosexual acquaintances for company.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking my brain up, I even googled "can gay people turn straight?"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-955222600522709537?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/955222600522709537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=955222600522709537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/955222600522709537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/955222600522709537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-told-bry-that-its-easier-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4607455804934928151</id><published>2010-05-04T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:26:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lord provides, so extensively and with exceeding grace.&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced this goodness. Yet I am still apart because of&lt;br /&gt;a sexuality issue that I habour, which was the precise concern that&lt;br /&gt;built a screen between us from the beginning. Who am I to judge&lt;br /&gt;my misgivings knowing that the true judge stands in omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;power before myself, gushing with love and grace and words, words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that I can't accept. My faith is such an irony;&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels unfit for prayer, my words too small to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4607455804934928151?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4607455804934928151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4607455804934928151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4607455804934928151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4607455804934928151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/lord-provides-so-extensively-and-with.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5760586465291315897</id><published>2010-05-04T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:01:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These marks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me that I deserve to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are not going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;remind me of stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me I can't be forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;break me down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5760586465291315897?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5760586465291315897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5760586465291315897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5760586465291315897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5760586465291315897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-marks.html' title='These marks'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-795491504240716501</id><published>2010-05-02T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:22:48.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thought of making a success story occur with it's beginning this difficult, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is making me afraid. It's nothing unethical, because all I have to do is meet new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people and be with them like they are more than acquaintances. After all, we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all just using each other to attain our goals, isn't that the reality of such an industry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am afraid however, because my nature is pretty incapable of behaving this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will definitely miss full time work at The Barnyard. Work there gave me opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to rediscover myself and be in touch with friendship again. I enjoyed my time there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and am reluctant to put it down. Yet life holds more in the future that I look forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to as well. No doubt, I frequently think about the way I wrecked myself and messed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the lives of others occasionally, and how it was to love and be loved romantically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a commitment now to re prioritize my ideas and rethink my feelings for girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eleven years which I hope would stop counting, I have been confused and at some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;point convinced to accept myself. Though I have made changes in the way I self inflict, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;indulge in drinks and smoke. Sigh. I still need a lot of prayer and a lot of God. I might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;struggling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-795491504240716501?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/795491504240716501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=795491504240716501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/795491504240716501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/795491504240716501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/05/thought-of-making-success-story-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1453083385438385892</id><published>2010-04-17T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:17:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess I have made myself goals today, which I seek to achieve in the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and years to come. The want for success engulfs me, however I am not in any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;particular rush to attain them, just yet. Nevertheless, I'm moving on from places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quickly, I watch interesting events and meet people whom I feel I could love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as friends that I might look back to for pleasant moments. Then again my definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of a friend is rather vague that occasionally the world's method of defining friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;affects me to a conforming. Sometimes I don't know what to hold and what to release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All I want now, is to make life possible for myself, my family and others who are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I am molting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1453083385438385892?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1453083385438385892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1453083385438385892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1453083385438385892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1453083385438385892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-guess-i-have-made-myself-goals-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2010602078090756486</id><published>2010-04-11T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:08:56.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2010602078090756486?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2010602078090756486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2010602078090756486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2010602078090756486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2010602078090756486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/woohoo-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5734172036674786161</id><published>2010-04-05T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:13:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my words one day, and found them at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt not to be doubtful about myself despite my worries.&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't know the secret that I know. Some know the&lt;br /&gt;secret I have but fail to understand it's power or apply it rightly.&lt;br /&gt;Here, is a world of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5734172036674786161?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5734172036674786161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5734172036674786161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5734172036674786161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5734172036674786161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-lost-my-words-one-day-and-found-them.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4938681590878788992</id><published>2010-04-01T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:46:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw And Thoughtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regret is pretty much the worst feelings to ever have in place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regardless of situation or persons involved. I figured that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although I feel upset, I don't regret getting to know you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;breaking through your barriers and ever loving you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deeply. It's not an easy feat to accept my flaws or love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone as unlovable as I. I admit that I display a temperament&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of an artist, thoughts that many will not comprehend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe you've had issues with my line of opinion countless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;times, yet were accepting. You were beautiful the manner you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lived despite occasional upsets which were constructed by the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;way I was egoistic, I apologize. But time milds emotions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;greatly and priorities shift like the earth shakes. I learnt that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pleasant experiences we shared, and joyous moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;between us didn't poccess the strength to overwrite the degree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to which you wished you had never met me. It hurt then, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it still does sometimes. However, I know promises made don't hold detailed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;significance at present as compared to then, or perhaps no importance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at all. I did believe in the 2 years and that we'd remain special. I am fine now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hope for me to move on, I hope you enjoyed the way we were close &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'd be free from guilt; most substantially, not regret loving me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life'd say I shouldn't give a fuck about what you feel, but it matters inside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the fact that I blundered once doesn't mean I'm resilient, just sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to the way our lives carry on and how we won't just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chill-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4938681590878788992?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4938681590878788992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4938681590878788992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4938681590878788992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4938681590878788992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/04/raw-and-thoughtful.html' title='Raw And Thoughtful'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6325712532483089570</id><published>2010-03-29T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:38:38.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are three things that I want really badly right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that I think of daily, and occasionally allow them to haunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me in my sleep. I am afraid though, that I won't be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take it well if I fail because this means so much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I watched 3 persons in wheelchairs at the bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alley. They were bowling and extremely happy, talking and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;laughing and being oblivious to the pain in their environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it that that gives them the joy which I hunger for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's an agonizing issue to have to think so hard yet not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;equipped with the ability to control the outcomes. Yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that much is within my power for this emotional game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because I've found some peace of mind. I'll learn to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this volume of peace, perhaps even expand on it even if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to die, even if I won't live too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6325712532483089570?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6325712532483089570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6325712532483089570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6294168156103029311?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6294168156103029311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6294168156103029311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6294168156103029311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6294168156103029311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-starting-to-feel-mild-disgust.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6635897194916268334</id><published>2010-03-18T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:22:48.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We will ROCK THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6635897194916268334?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6635897194916268334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4386241736097331212</id><published>2010-03-18T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:22:22.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We will rock the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4386241736097331212?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4386241736097331212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4386241736097331212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5810795615722967856?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5810795615722967856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5810795615722967856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5810795615722967856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5810795615722967856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-little-better-today-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8244222567007887905</id><published>2010-03-09T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:47:59.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just lost what mattered to me most,&lt;br /&gt;but I will keep my faith regardless of&lt;br /&gt;the void from when what defined me&lt;br /&gt;was ripped out in one swift motion,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so easy to break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8244222567007887905?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5329349275476160546</id><published>2010-03-08T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:48:20.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to be miserable for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask, just know that I'll be pretty touchy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5329349275476160546?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5329349275476160546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5329349275476160546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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their concerns. But I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;devastated and broken. I can't describe the&lt;br /&gt;degree to this sadness. I feel miserable. Don't&lt;br /&gt;worry if you can't do anythig, cause there's&lt;br /&gt;nothing I can do either. Can I disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3164191838577815162?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3164191838577815162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3164191838577815162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3164191838577815162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3164191838577815162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-gummy.html' title='Dear Gummy,'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5695167608728236489</id><published>2010-03-05T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:59:50.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could speak to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All the time, I wish to be on that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5695167608728236489?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5695167608728236489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5695167608728236489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5695167608728236489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5695167608728236489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-speak-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7169830128583615065</id><published>2010-03-03T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:56:24.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long does it take for a knife to rust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I represent mistakes, and the metal in the box; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not oblivious to your flaws anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7169830128583615065?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7169830128583615065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7169830128583615065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7169830128583615065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7169830128583615065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-long-does-it-take-for-knife-to-rust.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5004426097969287316</id><published>2010-03-02T11:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:57:03.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Confidence Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I'll fuck off, and fucking leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000000;"&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Though I know you wouldn't, I wish you'd say it to me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5004426097969287316?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5004426097969287316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5004426097969287316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5004426097969287316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5004426097969287316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-doing-things-like-me.html' title='I Got My Confidence Busted'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7436453273424772846</id><published>2010-02-23T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:55:43.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Okay - Bandaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a little broken, but still lauging at the frowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not all over cause I'm climbing up from down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thankful you let me be free from your despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I'm sorry I never knew you're done with what we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's okay, everything's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While you're changing I'll make my way to somewhere faraway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's okay, everything's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have it in control tonight, power from desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7436453273424772846?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-777304230703064604</id><published>2010-02-23T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:15:36.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He opened 4 gashes and gave in to desperation,&lt;br /&gt;to shiver and cry flow but not die.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Just to keep alive&lt;/em&gt;" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-777304230703064604?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/777304230703064604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pretend - Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;It seems all of these words couldn't be further from the truth&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here? What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;And making me find myself&lt;br /&gt;While you have your agenda, a life to pursue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free from you.&lt;br /&gt;And please, let me be free&lt;br /&gt;I can face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;I'm blind to all of your colors&lt;br /&gt;That used to be rainbow then&lt;br /&gt;My eyes, where did they go to?&lt;br /&gt;Why disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be all alone&lt;br /&gt;I never got through your disguise&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just go, and face all my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free from you&lt;br /&gt;And please, let me be free&lt;br /&gt;I can face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;Put down your world&lt;br /&gt;Just for one night&lt;br /&gt;Pick me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free from you&lt;br /&gt;And please, let me be free&lt;br /&gt;I can face the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1911761814296051657?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1911761814296051657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1911761814296051657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1911761814296051657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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really didn't see us singing through this&lt;br /&gt;Then you screamed the bridge&lt;br /&gt;And i cried the verse&lt;br /&gt;And our chorus came out unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;And you smiled the whole way through it&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe that's what's worse&lt;br /&gt;And i hope this makes you happy now&lt;br /&gt;That the flame we had is burning out&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you like your pictures facing down&lt;br /&gt;As even broken hearts may have their doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3911291808698315802?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3911291808698315802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3571867937468738677</id><published>2010-02-18T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:07:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was damn wrong to think that I'd be sorry for breaking your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I want to feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3571867937468738677?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3571867937468738677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3571867937468738677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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am so wrecked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At moments like this, I wish I dared to be fearless and reckless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Would you want to watch me die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6446268985354457200?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6446268985354457200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6446268985354457200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but that's okay, darling that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2393166558404488775?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2393166558404488775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2393166558404488775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2393166558404488775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6629422165895343656?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6629422165895343656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6629422165895343656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6629422165895343656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6629422165895343656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-colour-my-life.html' title='You Colour My Life'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2088863459922664877</id><published>2010-02-10T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:39:24.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Like Peanuts, I Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd still love you even if you board a plane to leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even if you don't come back, even if you pushed me away one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll always be the peanut in peanut butter, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll be your toast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We don't need any jelly because I love you the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2088863459922664877?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2088863459922664877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2088863459922664877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2088863459922664877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why love, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1447547002531181965?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1447547002531181965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1447547002531181965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1447547002531181965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1447547002531181965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-understands.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3445577442093787723</id><published>2010-02-06T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:31:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He gets to his knees in desperation and silently&lt;br /&gt;pleads to be delivered because words and melodies&lt;br /&gt;evoke disturbing feelings that arrive from memories&lt;br /&gt;in him at where he pounds forcefully to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that he'll lose control, yet I am ignorant to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how I may prevent this anticipating catastrophe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3445577442093787723?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3445577442093787723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3445577442093787723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3445577442093787723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3445577442093787723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-gets-to-his-knees-in-desperation-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-679313347818107940</id><published>2010-02-06T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Cry When They're Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He asked me why he had to go through all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I told him that it's life, and life was hard. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess I didn't know what to say besides asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him to think of the happy things... I shrugged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my head and realised how stupid I sounded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how simple I made emotion and relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note, thank you Ilena and Kenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For everything. For the little that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the plenty that you have given me. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-679313347818107940?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/679313347818107940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=679313347818107940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/679313347818107940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/679313347818107940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-asked-me-why-he-had-to-go-through.html' title='People Cry When They&apos;re Sad'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7002563720524674819</id><published>2010-02-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:48:06.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untill The Pain Flows Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D'lon grabbed me violently by the shoulders and pushed me to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I crashed, and lay upon the cold marble floor in physical agony, but my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expression was cold and glass stiff. I shook uncontrollably, bled from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eyes where the pain escapes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I whimpered, "&lt;em&gt;Stop. M..make it stop..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My voice trailed off to reveal the omnipresent silence that saw through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that wouldn't let me stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7002563720524674819?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7002563720524674819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7002563720524674819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7002563720524674819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7002563720524674819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/untill-pain-flows-dry.html' title='Untill The Pain Flows Dry'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1100834029052168493</id><published>2010-02-04T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:24:06.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Surprise Myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm feeling low I get a little out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I make mistakes only you and I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I'm not telling, because you're leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you're never coming back to heal me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1100834029052168493?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1100834029052168493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1100834029052168493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1100834029052168493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1100834029052168493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-surprise-myself.html' title='I Surprise Myself!'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6229414750831486017</id><published>2010-02-03T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:34:05.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Sonnet - Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but once you knew a girl and you named her lover&lt;br /&gt;danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer&lt;br /&gt;autumn came, she disappeared&lt;br /&gt;you can't remember where she said she was going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6229414750831486017?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6229414750831486017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6229414750831486017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6229414750831486017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6229414750831486017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect-sonnet-bright-eyes.html' title='A Perfect Sonnet - Bright Eyes'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8285307768960720932</id><published>2010-02-01T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:49:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Swallowed A Ball Of Emotion Because It Hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It gets too much and I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;So I have to cut to let it out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8285307768960720932?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8285307768960720932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8285307768960720932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8285307768960720932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8285307768960720932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-swallowed-ball-of-emotion-when-he.html' title='He Swallowed A Ball Of Emotion Because It Hurt.'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-188816163054516676</id><published>2010-02-01T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:36:14.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time - Cute Is What We Aim For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're tainted, I'm shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you turn around in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tide's changing, I'm waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You and I are one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-188816163054516676?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/188816163054516676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=188816163054516676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/188816163054516676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/188816163054516676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-cute-is-what-we-aim-for.html' title='Time - Cute Is What We Aim For'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-224230089646703724</id><published>2010-01-29T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:36:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plenty of things come like a rushing wind, and he is reminded&lt;br /&gt;of events and feelings which he grits his teeth at. Occasionally, he&lt;br /&gt;wonders why or how anybody could be so cruel to a child. How&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to be so nonchalant? He thus learnt about punishment&lt;br /&gt;and is very in tune to how punishment is necessary. I guess he has&lt;br /&gt;his ways. He probably knows better about what to do when he is sorry,&lt;br /&gt;when you are angry and nobody likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-224230089646703724?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/224230089646703724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=224230089646703724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/224230089646703724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/224230089646703724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/plenty-of-things-come-like-rushing-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2647205329833735401</id><published>2010-01-27T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:20:14.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hi Dick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How have you been? Have you been a good dick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Few people come here anymore because things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;different now. People in polytechnic are grown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;people as we are now unlike how we were little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;we first met, making joy. I like what I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;here though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it's tough at times. I fell into major &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;damage back in secondary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;school and got really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;screwed so I'm trying to be an adult &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's awesome to feel strong. It is wonderful you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dropped by! And because you're ever changing, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;can't find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you anywhere, already. :p I miss being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ignorant, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2647205329833735401?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2647205329833735401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2647205329833735401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2647205329833735401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2647205329833735401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-dick-how-have-you-been-have-you-been.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8180910451605944925</id><published>2010-01-24T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:25:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age is irrelevant, but we must put time into time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8180910451605944925?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8180910451605944925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8180910451605944925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8180910451605944925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8180910451605944925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/age-is-irrelevant-but-we-must-put-time.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3547699418342843064</id><published>2010-01-22T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:43:35.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Be In It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like you and everyone else, I possess many thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of these thoughts are difficult to desipher, and I often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wonder where from, they are derived. You are seldom at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the back of my mind, and it is not astonishing that I feel so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;emotionally estranged from gladness that attempts to engulf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my ignorance. I am angry, do you know that my heart fails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are about 2 weeks to the new book I will scrawl in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3547699418342843064?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3547699418342843064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3547699418342843064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3547699418342843064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3547699418342843064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-be-in-it.html' title='Would You Be In It?'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-9059641484736421448</id><published>2010-01-21T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:38:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pen Your Name In Ink and Carve Your Shorthand In A Scar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey I saw you from afar&lt;br /&gt;and I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;This is too intense for me&lt;br /&gt;because you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-9059641484736421448?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9059641484736421448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=9059641484736421448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9059641484736421448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9059641484736421448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-pen-your-name-in-ink-and-carve-your.html' title='I Pen Your Name In Ink and Carve Your Shorthand In A Scar'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8921342099961435604</id><published>2010-01-19T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:30:49.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I Will Ignore My Strife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/S1SaR0WzhOI/AAAAAAAACGQ/cry1cz0VrRA/s1600-h/GGA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428133081791038690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/S1SaR0WzhOI/AAAAAAAACGQ/cry1cz0VrRA/s400/GGA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, please remind me again why I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;You're fucking getting married!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&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/11573950-8921342099961435604?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8921342099961435604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8921342099961435604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8921342099961435604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8921342099961435604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-will-ignore-my-strife.html' title='Today, I Will Ignore My Strife.'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/S1SaR0WzhOI/AAAAAAAACGQ/cry1cz0VrRA/s72-c/GGA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7806595702069680518</id><published>2010-01-17T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:22:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's about what is important at the present and staying convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's when you have trouble keeping a straight face, and pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be completely nonchalent despite your defences crumbling into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hopeless rubble; like the walls of Jerico that were firm, yet pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when faced with marching believers and a miracle. That is the extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to which I am affected because I am oblivious to intentions that seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;irrational amidst my emotional state. The distance creates a tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;between my ideals and the alter ego, who wishes you would exhibit a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sign to prove that you're not the same. Not the same as everyone else - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as he believed, as I believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7806595702069680518?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7806595702069680518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7806595702069680518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7806595702069680518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7806595702069680518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-about-what-is-important-at-present.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1941413820395546816</id><published>2010-01-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:12:04.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1941413820395546816?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1941413820395546816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1941413820395546816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1941413820395546816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1941413820395546816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-not-be-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6649865002537174913</id><published>2010-01-16T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:29:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to feel determined and stop moping about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything that is over. I need some help though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6649865002537174913?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6649865002537174913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6649865002537174913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6649865002537174913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6649865002537174913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-to-feel-determined-and-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3205460672191733564</id><published>2010-01-14T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:01:39.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D'lon says it's okay to feel horrid and he didn't stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I asked for a minute to myself. He merely whispered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"sparringly." I mummered, "okay". When I got to the 2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh, I turned to ask if he would join me. D'lon said yes. At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that moment, I heard an inviting laughter from years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a scream resounding of resistance and fear. But who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will stop us? D'lon says he's sorry for giving in. I told him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to leave that till later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3205460672191733564?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3205460672191733564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3205460672191733564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3205460672191733564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3205460672191733564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/dlon-says-its-okay-to-feel-horrid-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6182789331064328535</id><published>2010-01-13T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:23:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so grateful and amazed by the miracles that occur in your power.&lt;br /&gt;I believe, please take it from here.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep breaking down like the robot in the poster, it's robbing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of everything humane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6182789331064328535?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/6182789331064328535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=6182789331064328535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6182789331064328535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/6182789331064328535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-grateful-and-amazed-by-miracles.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3117064325745057679</id><published>2010-01-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:54:49.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He feels like a razor could go over the thin lines beneath his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3117064325745057679?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3602990084779803902</id><published>2010-01-09T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:10:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're full of sadness and terrible thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3602990084779803902?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3602990084779803902/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7135741664061713131</id><published>2010-01-09T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:18:11.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have always heard stories of passing phases,&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder when I'd pass. I'm sick of feeling so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7135741664061713131?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7135741664061713131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7135741664061713131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7135741664061713131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7135741664061713131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-always-heard-stories-of-passing.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2983926884366444883</id><published>2010-01-08T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:11:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rawness crawls from my belly to my throat and overwhelms my head with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a lightness that induces a smile. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;, knew of the suffering I'd embrace. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;interrupted this pleasure and ask me to, on a scale of 1-10, rate the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said, 9.5, and 10 when I'm alone. Then he demanded to know when I hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the most. I smiled and whispered about when the sun sets, the sky is dim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and much of the environment is dark. Be more specific, he then probed. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I responded revealing that I hurt the most when I close my eyes. I shut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eyes and shivered in agony, my eyelids spasmed as tears streamed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;underneath, along my cheekbones which seemed to adjust on it's own as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if controlling the way the tears flowed. My face cringed before my eye lids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;parted to expose blood shot whites; tears still evident and filling spontaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You see what I mean? It hurts here the worst", I declared, and put my left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;index to my chest, where my heart I presumed, was. He muttered about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;issues that don't matter to me, like nothing else quite did. And I was enlightened;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's no wonder I can't sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2983926884366444883?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2983926884366444883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2983926884366444883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2983926884366444883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2983926884366444883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/rawness-crawls-from-my-belly-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2540719761869466534</id><published>2010-01-06T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:30:46.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pray, This Person Be Helped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please help me get through this because it means so much to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want this so bad. If I get past this, I will stop self mutiliating, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smoking, drinking and sleeping with girls. Amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2540719761869466534?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2540719761869466534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2540719761869466534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2540719761869466534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2540719761869466534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-pray-this-person-be-helped.html' title='I Pray, This Person Be Helped'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-889678378539998729</id><published>2010-01-05T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:59:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your presence turns me around.&lt;br /&gt;Your name breaks me down.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice keeps me silent&lt;br /&gt;so I can hear your sound&lt;br /&gt;and take in every frequency&lt;br /&gt;that comes through dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudely awaken from much a subtle sleep;&lt;br /&gt;you're like a dream to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-889678378539998729?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/889678378539998729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=889678378539998729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/889678378539998729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/889678378539998729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-presence-turns-me-around.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-9191633650984190786</id><published>2010-01-04T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:06:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it is the truth Kenny, I will be so devastated&lt;br /&gt;and broken. I wouldn't know what to do because, I&lt;br /&gt;survived on those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think hard and stop identifying feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-9191633650984190786?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/9191633650984190786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=9191633650984190786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9191633650984190786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/9191633650984190786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-it-is-truth-kenny-i-will-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5127204687774568337</id><published>2010-01-03T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:22:37.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15 gashes crimson flood. While I wondered how he managed,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that his courage was derived from a cardiac fracture;&lt;br /&gt;and also that he could not see behind the blury failed facade.&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend it never happened, just so we can speak again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5127204687774568337?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5127204687774568337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5127204687774568337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5127204687774568337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5127204687774568337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/15-gashes-crimson-flood.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7360394630598050700</id><published>2010-01-02T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:21:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;Will people stop killing animals for food&lt;br /&gt;if I go on a hunger strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought:&lt;br /&gt;That's how significant I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am mixed about myself, and the way I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share about my unhappiness, and feel less&lt;br /&gt;guilty about the way I cope. I feel like putting my&lt;br /&gt;knuckles through the eye sockets of the &lt;em&gt;yakult aunty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that rings the bell when I am engrossed with mind&lt;br /&gt;activity. I am distasteful about how badly I wish to&lt;br /&gt;be physically near you despite the way I hurt. Then&lt;br /&gt;why do I simultaneously want to be in solitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It angers me, yet it gives me a sort of peace that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am afraid to act upon. While my knees are bruising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and skin tearing, I wonder where tears come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They must be a collection of misery in thin bags of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;strength that erupt when pressure instigates. Mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when the tears seem to cease, it's only because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;misery is too fatigued to travel from your heart to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7360394630598050700?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7360394630598050700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7360394630598050700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7360394630598050700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7360394630598050700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-said-will-people-stop-killing-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4223742778144286529</id><published>2010-01-01T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:58:22.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have trouble controlling myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have no trouble bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4223742778144286529?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4223742778144286529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4223742778144286529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4223742778144286529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4223742778144286529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-trouble-controlling-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5428812160507684231</id><published>2010-01-01T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:40:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is As New As The Old Can Get, So Light Me A Smoke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had the strangest night two nights ago at cedar&lt;br /&gt;with the people I had grown to love the most although&lt;br /&gt;we meet so rarely. And I learnt that we have progressed.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night, I wish it could've went on. I&lt;br /&gt;was happy, and it's been a long time since I felt&lt;br /&gt;deluded by an emotion. But when the effects of the dark&lt;br /&gt;wore off, I suffered from a spliting headache that&lt;br /&gt;reminded me that I was in pain. I can go into a new&lt;br /&gt;addiction to feel lighter, and less burdened. I might&lt;br /&gt;have put my drive for achievement away. But how could I&lt;br /&gt;leave those dreams by a simple release, and not flinch&lt;br /&gt;to care at all? I feel awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5428812160507684231?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5428812160507684231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=5428812160507684231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5428812160507684231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/5428812160507684231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-strangest-night-two-nights-ago-at.html' title='This Is As New As The Old Can Get, So Light Me A Smoke.'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4648512479978785373</id><published>2009-12-29T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:33:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIC in 77th Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check MIC out in stores here in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact any of the MIC team if you're interested&lt;br /&gt;in purchasing MIC shirts.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach me at beat@mic-ware.com if not +65 97887902.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also visit our store at www.mic-ware.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/SzjqLK2313I/AAAAAAAACGI/-BaTo7vcyWM/s1600-h/24Dec09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339629154359154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/SzjqLK2313I/AAAAAAAACGI/-BaTo7vcyWM/s400/24Dec09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4648512479978785373?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4648512479978785373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4648512479978785373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4648512479978785373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4648512479978785373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/mic-in-77th-street.html' title='MIC in 77th Street'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SUYQEehclfM/SzjqLK2313I/AAAAAAAACGI/-BaTo7vcyWM/s72-c/24Dec09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1486166203841673612</id><published>2009-12-28T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:45:33.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would one know when he is dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He felt a force plunge into him from his temples to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his ribs. It was an enormous energy that surged through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;him and rendered him unaware. Like an arm of a wrestler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the strength gripped and twisted him in his throat and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yanked the life out of him, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you would imagine, it is like a duplicate figure with less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;colour and opacity having it's shape distorted from an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;identified point at the throat, towards the source of power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He thinks, he will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1486166203841673612?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1486166203841673612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1486166203841673612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1486166203841673612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1486166203841673612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-one-know-when-he-is-dying-he-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3903577384875816817</id><published>2009-12-27T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:40:56.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just, Let Him Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It kind of eats into me and leaves me to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;About the things that I want, all that I lost and&lt;br /&gt;cannot re-own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness engulfs him from the inside, and overflows&lt;br /&gt;in his sobbing. It's not often that he is broken in&lt;br /&gt;this manner and he feels a piercing humiliation in every&lt;br /&gt;escaped tear drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still willing, to say yes, to be nice and give&lt;br /&gt;more than required. While it has me a pleasant emotion,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion emerges from the eye to eye contact. He is&lt;br /&gt;comforted, but afraid; he looks away. It must be&lt;br /&gt;possible to remain and be all right. It does not have&lt;br /&gt;to be this painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he lost himself deep in memory and aggravated&lt;br /&gt;thought, I put a bullet through his temple. To end the&lt;br /&gt;tightness in his chest, physical hurt and unconditional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crying that proved the existance of medical depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, let him die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3903577384875816817?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/3903577384875816817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=3903577384875816817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3903577384875816817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/3903577384875816817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-let-him-die.html' title='Just, Let Him Die'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1569394575970077309</id><published>2009-12-24T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:15:30.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It keeps me up all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if it's the supernatural sort of revenge that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;takes place unwittingly. Oh pray, everything must have been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I discard the need to address being suppressed, which I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is a defense. How could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1569394575970077309?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1569394575970077309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1569394575970077309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1569394575970077309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1569394575970077309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-keeps-me-up-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7926678117750253931</id><published>2009-12-20T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:20:08.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Jellyfish In My Right Hand, And Stroked A Fish With The Other</title><content type='html'>I dislike being in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;But I went snorkling, got salty and got stung by jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Other'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-5961261715315363632</id><published>2009-12-16T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:08:32.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For when I return safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-5961261715315363632?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/5961261715315363632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's strange that I wonder what you're doing when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;very thought, the very thought it makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;your memory close, etched into my wrist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And maybe one day I'll leave all this&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me. I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;trace your footsteps in the places&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to recover the missing piece of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;h le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-812405154497434940?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-8960394237462272858</id><published>2009-12-14T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:43:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's No Ordinary God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's no ordinary love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The happiest people are usually in love&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest most of the time are lost,&lt;br /&gt;looking for acceptance in places, many&lt;br /&gt;still burried in old love that's ceased&lt;br /&gt;to exist.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of a song Ccyanide did&lt;br /&gt;while we were young, cruel and great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote your name&lt;br /&gt;a million times a million ways&lt;br /&gt;and still the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;its making me fuck up again&lt;br /&gt;give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;for us to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;im learning how to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;its fun to believe your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ccyanide / bubble gum pop&lt;br /&gt;(c)cyanide 06' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8960394237462272858?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8960394237462272858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8960394237462272858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-603992105144735891?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/603992105144735891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=603992105144735891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/603992105144735891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/603992105144735891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/everytime-i-think-about-you.html' title='Until My Eyes Are Clear, Everytime I Think About You'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3883926266283694608</id><published>2009-12-12T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:17:09.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A certain sort of torment that hides;&lt;br /&gt;that steals through the eyes of the&lt;br /&gt;beloved for fear of realisation that&lt;br /&gt;he had an untold emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3883926266283694608?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7232490387332690950</id><published>2009-12-09T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:54:51.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dino got crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D'lon got hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7232490387332690950?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-7527108578039558959</id><published>2009-12-08T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:43:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you love someone, when you don't hate them&lt;br /&gt;for breaking you down; even without a band around the&lt;br /&gt;finger. Do you ever miss a scent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-7527108578039558959?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/7527108578039558959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=7527108578039558959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7527108578039558959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/7527108578039558959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-you-love-someone-when-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-2761979439055372152</id><published>2009-12-05T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:23:32.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But everytime he talked about dying, he felt guity because&lt;br /&gt;it appeared to be a subject everyone avoided to speak of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They chided him and related their sadness, horror in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;voices. It's a wonder dying always made situations solemn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He understood, but thought of dying as often as the pain in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;his chest; aggravated by suppression. Could it be that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;had a prior knowing, which he desired to share? Why wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anyone hear him out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mysterious person. Perhaps I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dying is as much fun as hurting can get; for the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that dying lacked satisfaction from making things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-2761979439055372152?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/2761979439055372152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=2761979439055372152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2761979439055372152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/2761979439055372152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-everytime-he-talked-about-dying-he.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-641645247074146282</id><published>2009-12-04T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:35:07.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;When she was sad, I was there to dry her tears.&lt;br /&gt;And when she was happy, so was I.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on shuffle this afternoon, when she loved me, everything&lt;br /&gt;was beautiful. But my brothers and I are all right about not&lt;br /&gt;giving a fuck to these affairs. Then again, maybe aside from the&lt;br /&gt;cardiovascular exercises, push ups and chin ups, we do betray&lt;br /&gt;how we speak. It is strange, therefore I'd like to push myself to&lt;br /&gt;limits my physical cannot attain. Then bleed from the stress,&lt;br /&gt;sweat from the veins that pump emotion which I lack at times.&lt;br /&gt;But I am tired, and I cannot lift the weights that weigh on me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it is a far away goal that keeps me alive. I spent an&lt;br /&gt;entire afternoon alone at the gym, for lunch and sitting around&lt;br /&gt;like I had company. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; and it created opportunities&lt;br /&gt;for me to realise that I am taking things to harshly; yet the events&lt;br /&gt;that occur, situations that arise do not seem to understand my&lt;br /&gt;downfall. Over and over, nothing appears to get better. While I&lt;br /&gt;am not yet at the peak of this low, maybe the worst is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-641645247074146282?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/641645247074146282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=641645247074146282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/641645247074146282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/641645247074146282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-somebody-loved-me-everything-was.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-1057140556562113851</id><published>2009-12-03T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:23:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Radio - Vampire For Hire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I taste you on my tongue, you're like a dream to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think you know how much, I feel your every frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-1057140556562113851?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/1057140556562113851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=1057140556562113851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1057140556562113851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/1057140556562113851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/mrs-radio-vampire-for-hire.html' title='Mrs. Radio - Vampire For Hire'/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-4494243717427158416</id><published>2009-12-02T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:33:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Shall Set You Free, Said He.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please let me by. This oblivion is tormenting. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-4494243717427158416?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/4494243717427158416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=4494243717427158416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4494243717427158416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/4494243717427158416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-8740291225588139771?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/feeds/8740291225588139771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11573950&amp;postID=8740291225588139771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8740291225588139771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11573950/posts/default/8740291225588139771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-wrote-letters-to-you-but-never.html' title=''/><author><name>BTKTBeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02145076066467204740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-6122342615057678141</id><published>2009-11-29T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:20:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She yelled for me to think twice about being rash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yet I thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd do anything to break this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-6122342615057678141?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11573950.post-3885536084391913588</id><published>2009-11-28T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:13:59.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Nothing Back - Copeland</title><content type='html'>Do what you want but I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want but I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Go where you want but I won't be too far&lt;br /&gt;Go where you want and I know where you'll end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and hold nothing back&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and hold nothing back from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11573950-3885536084391913588?l=iloveamathdotcom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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