<?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-15282388</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:49:28.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulless Avenue</title><subtitle type='html'>i know no pain. only depression. resentment. a soul so lost. there's no where to go. no place to stay on any longer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282388.post-112633828451377976</id><published>2005-09-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:44:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:*: a new chapter :*:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;how much can i say for now i wouldn't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;a new chapter, a new beginning... it's comforting to know, that once again you're being cared and loved by someone beside you all along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it has drawn me nearer to all posibilities of being someone i've always wanted to be, drawn me closer to my heart's desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it never felt that strong before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..as if..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...everything has it's own life once again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..as if..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...it's waiting for me to soar with my wings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112633828451377976?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112633828451377976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112633828451377976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112633828451377976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112633828451377976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-chapter.html' title=':*: a new chapter :*:'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112495468309775373</id><published>2005-08-25T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:24:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:*: blurry thoughts :*:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:*: if only i can see you once more... :*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2004..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a year that i could nearly kick myself in the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a blurry night where i drove with tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as though the tears can never stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/pillowmui/sadness/DSCN0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:*: the long blurry journey... :*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i thought i could forget about him. forget bout the hurt. it comes back like a flashback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;total blanked..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sighs slowly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when can the pain stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112495468309775373?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112495468309775373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112495468309775373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112495468309775373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112495468309775373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/blurry-thoughts.html' title=':*: blurry thoughts :*:'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112460397080188024</id><published>2005-08-21T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T14:04:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:*: where are you now :*:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where Are You Now?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wonder where you area&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd if you think of me on lonely nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or dream about me when there's nothing left to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't expect you to miss mea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd I know the phone will never ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your voice hanging on the other line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I have to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I'm in your thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or if you forgot about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you promised you never would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't bear the thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of what we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;being nothing than a footnote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a forgotten chapter of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and even though I only think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;during the loneliest hours of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part of me is still hoping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you're thinking of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I'm busy not thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So shed not a tear for what we lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor heave a sigh for what could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me grace your thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the night hangs long and low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything will be right when we awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the worlds we've created&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the many years we've been apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful poem i got from the net. reminds me of how i feel. i wrote something similiar. just that i was surprised that someone would feel the same. i guess i'm not alone... *smiles* if only he could read this and know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend was blogging about how would she die or how would she wanted to die, to be cremated and to be remembered. what a long thought. then what would i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if to make him love me back is for me to be not here anymore. i would willingly do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i died tomorrow, would anyone care? other than my parents.. if i died tomorrow, it'll be like a spec of rain drop out of sight. no one will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. back to negative thoughts at the moment? well, doesnt matter. i'm sure i'll go through this period of time again, again, and again... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Charlie &amp;amp; THe Chocolate Factory yesterday. Brought me back to my crave for chocolates. Go watch it..! a really amazing, fantastic and wonderful show! oh yeah, not to mention, i saw the preview of Corpse Bride. an animation by Tim Burton.. so exciteeed... can't wait for it to be out..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had not been to the cinemas for a long time, well, that was what he said. The last time i was at TimesSquare watching a movie was with Adrian. After the breakup, after 4 months, the both of us are back here again in this place, at the cinema. It felt weird as i sat beside him, not holding hands or whispering to each other. Yes, we're just friends now. And bear with it i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, i feel lonely. there's something missing from the corner of my heart. i still feel lonely even when i'm surrounded by family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an emptiness i've to bear with..&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/15282388-112460397080188024?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112460397080188024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112460397080188024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112460397080188024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112460397080188024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-are-you-now.html' title=':*: where are you now :*:'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112445406303099346</id><published>2005-08-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:21:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...moment of peace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can finally say, 'i'm on holidays'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damned typography's replacement class today, otherwise, i'll be happily relaxing myself, clearing my thoughts in Penang. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam and me, remain as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I feel much comfortable that way. Not even a bit of sadness. what's there to be sad of? No idea. I think i've learnt to not love anyone that much anymore. Once is good enough, the one and only pain i'm still enduring at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished my magazine layout for Typo yesterday. Did something on Goth. Something personal. Something ME. It turned out quite well, surprisingly. The poems i inserted which i got from the net, reminded me deeply of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no tears was shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how much warmer must it get to make me loose my cold heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought i was happy. i thought i could make it. i thought i was his only love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112445406303099346?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112445406303099346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112445406303099346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112445406303099346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112445406303099346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/moment-of-peace.html' title='...moment of peace...'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112412418466626408</id><published>2005-08-15T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:43:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ numbness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i say for now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's like history repeating itself again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suicidal thoughts... but no suicidal note? perhaps a short letter to Adrian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatelse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;numb thoughts... stupid, useless, pathetic...me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hiding in da corner of my world.. of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112412418466626408?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112412418466626408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112412418466626408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112412418466626408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112412418466626408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/numbness.html' title='~ numbness ~'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112403262569073374</id><published>2005-08-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:17:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~something to ponder~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, i was thinking about, how can one person be selfish... in what way? in many ways.. for example, in love.. be greedy in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;selfishness happens when you feel that you and you alone can only own that person. you tend to hold your love one within your grasps, restricting all your love one's movements.. it creates a disgust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;greediness happens when ...i don't know.. perhaps an old wound in the heart that thinks it's better to have more than one, or misinterpreted the sentence 'grasp all the chances you get'.. who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i look myself in the mirror with disgust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an ugly girl with no self-discipline, no morality in herself anymore. a sense of soulless regret, a perennially ill mental state, depression caught up with her, and now resentment has come to an angle where it could reach her at ease and pull her down to the depths of hell. how long can she reach for safety? where can she turn for a place to lean on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i look down at my wrists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a sense of strong temptation.. the blood, the adreanaline.. the smell of warm water lurking in the bathroom... the sight of no one being there to help.. the sense of that brisk cut that will go through the wrist.. not taking life, but just a pure bit of hurt.. a scar. to remind of the past. to remind of the pain. to feel the pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one's here to share.. even though everyone will say, 'i'll b here for you' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fucking full of bull shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps there's no one to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one to lean on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a lie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life's a lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112403262569073374?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112403262569073374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112403262569073374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112403262569073374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112403262569073374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-to-ponder.html' title='~something to ponder~'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112384258547796596</id><published>2005-08-12T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:29:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* painstaking memoir *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another saturday..without Adrian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been long enough, but why? it tends to prick the scar. it hurts, but no tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only i could have captured his heart.. captured his whole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm no selfish fool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a body with no soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112384258547796596?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112384258547796596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112384258547796596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112384258547796596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112384258547796596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/painstaking-memoir.html' title='* painstaking memoir *'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112366304827517992</id><published>2005-08-10T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:37:28.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it doesnt matter anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it seems to have been lost from it's space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a thought so wide, it just grew inches away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;neither could i feel it or touch it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;seems so far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112366304827517992?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112366304827517992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112366304827517992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112366304827517992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15282388/posts/default/112366304827517992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/2005/08/useless-words.html' title='useless words...'/><author><name>~soulless~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07722014326694328503</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-15282388.post-112365887439445634</id><published>2005-08-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:27:54.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....it's just complicated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow or rather... i've found it hard to blog anymore. not sure why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perhaps my mind is not focusing on what i'm really thinking, or perhaps the haze is playing with my eyes and head. bullz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met up with Sam for lunch today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i say? out of rhythm already. he said something about problems arising between us, even when we just started out for less than a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.. i realised it too. what could be the problem? all i know is, it's about me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the cause of these problems are really from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what is it about then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's been telling me to let my mum know of his existence as my boyfriend. but i still doubt the decision to tell her, firstly, because i've just came out from a bad relationship. secondly, my mum does not really approve of whoever i choose to be with, even though it's my right and my concsious to choose, i still know very well that the idea of me choosing my own boyfriend is hard for my mum to accept. perhaps she's still stuck in those hierarchy stuff about status and being too materialistic herself. thirdly, i'm the sort of person who would be cautious before i could step fully into a relationship. i'm sorry, but yes, i'm this kind of person. i really don't like to be hurt anymore. i want it to be a steady kind of relationship before i could proceed to telling this matter to my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sighs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somewhat hard for me to determine. all i can do, is to follow my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next is about my appearance and my attitude. i am what i am and i'm happy with how i am now and feeling totally comfortable about it. why should i be totally on the feminine side when i could still have that kind of boyish side? to some, i can be viewed as some weird creature. to some, i can be unique. but i don't care. all i want to be is someone whom i'm feeling happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard to tell him these things, even if i did and dared tell him face to face, would he still understand? i know that he'll be having second thoughts about the both of us. maybe it's good to face it earlier rather than realising the problem later in this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really suck as being someone's girlfriend. no matter how much i'm refraining myself from being with my guy friends, it's still a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so so lost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15282388-112365887439445634?l=soullessavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soullessavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/112365887439445634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15282388&amp;postID=112365887439445634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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