<?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-3606726015057480963</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:31:52.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slayer's Threshold</title><subtitle type='html'>A new start is beginning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Death and The Edge of the Sea 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've striked out what I wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;Because it isn't important.&lt;br /&gt;What which is important,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you get this into your head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:#33ff00;"&gt;I'M OVER YOU OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Do be happy for me, okay&lt;br /&gt;Because I am no longer at your beck and call&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer going to appear anywhere near you&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30px; color:red;"&gt;I'M NO LONGER A FOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall celebrate this years national day with some fireworks!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6099429832566915350?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606726015057480963.post-411242376979234369</id><published>2011-08-06T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:18:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;The Other Side of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blatant Dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've been sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming again.&lt;br /&gt;And this time round,&lt;br /&gt;It involves slicing down all those obstacles&lt;br /&gt;That gets in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd.&lt;br /&gt;Really odd.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened, I don't know what,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel empowered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to that day,&lt;br /&gt;To see how I'll fare,&lt;br /&gt;Fare against the strength of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Enters "only my railgun" themesong]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-411242376979234369?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/411242376979234369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=411242376979234369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/411242376979234369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/411242376979234369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/08/other-side-of-universe.html' title='The Other Side of the Universe'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3363886752415706530</id><published>2011-07-17T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T04:04:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and another Spinoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;and another Spinoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark and misty,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting above the rocks,&lt;br /&gt;Looking down upon the still murky water.&lt;br /&gt;At least there is eternal peace,&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;i&gt;zen&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;focus&lt;/i&gt; has never been an issue.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful surface is just like tainted glass,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the blissful darkness of this place.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;It is faint, but there are minuscule ripples on the no longer calm surface.&lt;br /&gt;But why.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That direction&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing there but.. wait....&lt;br /&gt;Ah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;It will only make sense.&lt;br /&gt;It's an impending thunderstorm.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3363886752415706530?l=slayer-journal.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-3606726015057480963.post-628706748107094589</id><published>2011-07-01T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:08:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another spin-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Just another spin-off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so dark.&lt;br /&gt;So dark in here.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single window,&lt;br /&gt;Nor a door.&lt;br /&gt;All there was, was floating masses&lt;br /&gt;and the occasional rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall what made me feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;Or since when I've felt like this,&lt;br /&gt;But I've always longed for the light,&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to escape this &lt;i&gt;abyss&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the light thy seek belongs to &lt;i&gt;another world&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;One I will never be able to cross into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came the &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;, with its whisper;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I became &lt;i&gt;full-fledged&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And through opening the &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'll end up in a time and find what I sought for.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-628706748107094589?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/628706748107094589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=628706748107094589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Spin around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way, is to lose my humanity,&lt;br /&gt;Just like how &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; did it.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm no longer capable.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5216035294807202381?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5216035294807202381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5216035294807202381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5216035294807202381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5216035294807202381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/06/spin-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-76757616184917133</id><published>2011-05-29T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T12:17:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like entering a &lt;i&gt;7 ELEVEN&lt;/i&gt; looking for spearmint,&lt;br /&gt;But all that is left is MINT.&lt;br /&gt;Given the fact that I only want MENTOS,&lt;br /&gt;MINT was selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps one can relate to getting HOTCAKES WITH SAUSAGE &lt;br /&gt;when one wants ENORMOUS OMELETTE SANDWICH,&lt;br /&gt;But by the time one reaches BURGER KING,&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast menu will be closed,&lt;br /&gt;So one settles with HOTCAKES WITH SAUSAGE,&lt;br /&gt;After all, breakfast is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll stick with the MENTOS analogy cause I used it recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked MINT anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I like MINT,&lt;br /&gt;Just that one that particular day I was craving for SPEARMINT.&lt;br /&gt;So as I was happily chewing away on my MINT,&lt;br /&gt;I still wanted SPEARMINT.&lt;br /&gt;So it slowly became very distasteful.&lt;br /&gt;I eventually gave up on MINT totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time round I went to a 7 ELEVEN,&lt;br /&gt;I was elated that SPEARMINT was in stock!&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately bought it!&lt;br /&gt;However as I was gumming down the SPEARMINT,&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I was eating MINT while craving for SPEARMINT,&lt;br /&gt;And it ALSO became very distasteful.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I can no longer stand MINT or SPEARMINT.&lt;br /&gt;And STRONGMINT is definitely out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the picture?&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;There is but, one small hiccup in this analogy.&lt;br /&gt;If it were breakfast, I'll never forgo EOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-76757616184917133?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/76757616184917133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=76757616184917133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/76757616184917133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/76757616184917133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-like-entering-7-eleven-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4861781794979939619</id><published>2011-04-30T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:53:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Dawn to Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I hate it, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Romance Dawn to Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4861781794979939619?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4861781794979939619/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-3606726015057480963.post-91340979255301607</id><published>2011-04-08T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:02:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Through the Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;"&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;It's like a short break that I won't get to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy back to back exercises are going to start again,&lt;br /&gt;All the planning and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't go through the stressful parts,&lt;br /&gt;It's still a lot to take in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;And more than ever,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I cannot balance my 'worklife' and 'personal life',&lt;br /&gt;Though I guess I don't have much of a personal life left!&lt;br /&gt;Been seeing and hearing all kinds of things lately,&lt;br /&gt;and my migraines have left me nothing but highly irritable,&lt;br /&gt;And all my selfishness comes spewing out.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remain motivated,&lt;br /&gt;Or to even remain nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't allow any further deterioration,&lt;br /&gt;Because I quote myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The only way to become a better person,&lt;br /&gt;Is to first know who you want to become"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what I want to achieve at the end of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-91340979255301607?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/91340979255301607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=91340979255301607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/91340979255301607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/91340979255301607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/04/through-midnight.html' title='Through the Midnight'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8137218806261790321</id><published>2011-04-03T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:03:31.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk before the Next Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Dusk before the Next Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;"&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Went back to Ngee Ann,&lt;br /&gt;To see the preparations for the upcoming &lt;i&gt;FOC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same things as per usual,&lt;br /&gt;And it was oddly fun.&lt;br /&gt;I probably miss the life,&lt;br /&gt;But it's already too far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8137218806261790321?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8137218806261790321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8137218806261790321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8137218806261790321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8137218806261790321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/04/dusk-before-next-dawn.html' title='Dusk before the Next Dawn'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6297848367609880924</id><published>2011-03-06T05:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T05:53:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance Dawn to Brunei</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;Romance Dawn to Brunei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;"&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;It's way past sleeping time, I know,&lt;br /&gt;And this blog is so very dead,&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm making use of this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let's put all the creepiness and neediness aside alright.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about the remembrance,&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it about forgetting and pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;What that is written, will come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;That I am sure of,&lt;br /&gt;Just that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How the heck would I know what is written?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything only makes sense when you connect the dots to the past,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it has already happened, and one can deduct a simple explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck do I still give a &lt;i&gt;flying fish&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;I can't turn it off,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still human after all.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to find ways to let out all this pent up steam,&lt;br /&gt;and this is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I can't say that in the past 3 years I've &lt;i&gt;never been happier&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Cause that will totally let my caring friends and family down,&lt;br /&gt;But it's been filled with ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;Serving ain't easy,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I lose motivation,&lt;br /&gt;ask myself why, &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;But through the dark and tough times,&lt;br /&gt;I remember that this is the land where all the people I love,&lt;br /&gt;Live, work and play.&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless to me being selfish and dependent,&lt;br /&gt;Requiring the presence of others to help,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what it's like to be not alone.&lt;br /&gt;But the struggles do get hard,&lt;br /&gt;and every time I fight it,&lt;br /&gt;It comes back bigger and greater.&lt;br /&gt;AND now that I'm going off to that big scary country on a big scary &lt;br /&gt;Flying White Jet Vehicle,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;SURE, many people done it before,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't those many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;OMG I'M RANTING AND GOING OFF TOPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff00;"&gt;What I'm saying is that,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need special arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need walls OR bridges.&lt;br /&gt;All I need,&lt;br /&gt;or WANT&lt;/span&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="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Is to carry on walking down these paths.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about Corrosion, or Collisions of Conformity,&lt;br /&gt;Nor Timeline, Sequences, Purple Glows, Scarlet Fragments.&lt;br /&gt;Warped Reflections, are just ripples, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;More, SO MUCH MORE I can mention,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm running short of starlight left in the night,&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;/span&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="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe one day all the paths,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the more important ones,&lt;br /&gt;Will converge again.&lt;br /&gt;But until then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ending off with "&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come What May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6297848367609880924?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6297848367609880924/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-3606726015057480963.post-7029823136411222171</id><published>2011-03-06T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:17:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause I hate feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7029823136411222171?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7029823136411222171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7029823136411222171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7029823136411222171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7029823136411222171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-i-hate-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6001381166536877028</id><published>2011-03-05T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:59:10.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because the Chairman has plans that needs to be followed,&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6001381166536877028?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6001381166536877028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6001381166536877028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6001381166536877028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6001381166536877028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-chairman-has-plans-that-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-293768745331405867</id><published>2011-01-31T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:02:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;The Last of January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina;font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLAYER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:gabriola;font-size:19;color:#33ff00;"&gt;is read as &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tHE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SLAYer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-293768745331405867?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/293768745331405867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=293768745331405867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/293768745331405867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/293768745331405867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/01/slayer-is-read-as-and-slayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3407015760642069041</id><published>2011-01-14T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:17:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Morternate"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;過去3年間で、私は様々な課題、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;ではなく、毎回僕は勝つに直面していた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;今年僕が絶対必要は解決すべての問題しなければ。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;緩やかな両端が焼けする必要がある場合、それすること。&lt;br /&gt;僕は本当に疲れきっている、&lt;br /&gt;それで僕はネクサスを壊している。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;今回は、本当に終わりです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3407015760642069041?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3407015760642069041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3407015760642069041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3407015760642069041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3407015760642069041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/shatter-timeline.html' title='&quot;Morternate&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1670751292185575492</id><published>2011-01-01T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:06:15.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a long and tough year,&lt;br /&gt;and as it was coming to a close,&lt;br /&gt;it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its a prerequisite of what is to come,&lt;br /&gt;Or a sign that its all over,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know,&lt;br /&gt;is that I want all the bad things behind me,&lt;br /&gt;And start this year fresh and anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do better and be better.&lt;br /&gt;All talk no action gets no one no where,&lt;br /&gt;And actions speaks louder than words,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;Every small contribution is part of a bigger effort of a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would God please stop reminding me,&lt;br /&gt;And stop me from brooding over it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, 2011..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the final countdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1670751292185575492?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1670751292185575492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1670751292185575492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1670751292185575492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1670751292185575492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-long-and-tough-year-and-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1140669899615400959</id><published>2010-10-06T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:15:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Timeline"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Timeline"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original post lost by accident.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a good way to lose the past..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1140669899615400959?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1140669899615400959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1140669899615400959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1140669899615400959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1140669899615400959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/10/timeline.html' title='&quot;The Timeline&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1444739084999767106</id><published>2010-08-23T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:02:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Failure Is Always An Option"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Failure Is Always An Option"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Do not give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;As it will make all the miracles look&lt;br /&gt;Unimportant and Insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;And all the sacrifices and efforts will be&lt;br /&gt;Put to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1444739084999767106?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1444739084999767106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1444739084999767106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1444739084999767106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1444739084999767106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/08/failure-is-always-option.html' title='&quot;Failure Is Always An Option&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-823683331277924865</id><published>2010-08-08T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:35:21.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mirrors"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;reɪn ʌv ˈtɛrər bɪˈgɪnz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Span style="font-size:19;"&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t isn't an everyday pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be greeted by so many familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;One has no idea where thy may land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Span style="font-size:19;"&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;imple Reflections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inverted image of a core,&lt;br /&gt;That can vary from point to point,&lt;br /&gt;Just like how an object,&lt;br /&gt;Can cast many shadows,&lt;br /&gt;With different lighting's and perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a room,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with mirrors in every direction,&lt;br /&gt;Shedding light of me in every way;&lt;br /&gt;How I change differently amongst different crowds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; how I try to prevent the thin line from collapsing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, poor collision of conformity!&lt;br /&gt;Any convergence will cause trouble in disastrous proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors are starting to crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-823683331277924865?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/823683331277924865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=823683331277924865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/823683331277924865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/823683331277924865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirrors.html' title='Mirrors'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3613028616899686892</id><published>2010-07-31T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:25:40.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once and Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Once and Last"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Span style="font-size:19;"&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suddenly sprang to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where, or even &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt; I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;After some deliberation, I decided to stand up and walk.&lt;br /&gt;I appear to be on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Lying against rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I see wooden poles with tent pins in them,&lt;br /&gt;and some ropes tied to them. &lt;i&gt;Interesting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away from the rope course area,&lt;br /&gt;and can see a bright star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait&lt;/i&gt;, it's getting bright,&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;i&gt;Closer&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vroooommmmmmmmmmm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out to be a plane flying damn low!&lt;br /&gt;Following a hunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards the closest building,&lt;br /&gt;Which I believe I already know the direction.&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fence, and the sea behind it.&lt;br /&gt;From this distance,&lt;br /&gt;I can even see &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; shining light into the H20 bottle.&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Has no idea of what will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;Span style="font-size:19;"&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his time round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at another location.&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly became dark,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not used to the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I hear whispers,&lt;br /&gt;and some footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouch&lt;/i&gt;, lights suddenly came on.&lt;br /&gt;But what is with those &lt;i&gt;dark magenta&lt;/i&gt; curtains?&lt;br /&gt;It is that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt; I know where exactly I am.&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm spotted, I need to grab a seat.&lt;br /&gt;I just seat here by side.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll move in one seat,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I'm less obvious in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to sit here and watch the performance.&lt;br /&gt;and just before the rehearsal ends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3613028616899686892?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3613028616899686892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3613028616899686892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3613028616899686892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3613028616899686892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-and-last.html' title='Once and Last'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-814552927606375586</id><published>2010-07-18T00:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:56:45.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chapter 2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;unning,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just running.&lt;br /&gt;This path is very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; harsh:&lt;br /&gt;It is muddy, slippery and rough all at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that the area is very poorly illuminated,&lt;br /&gt;It is very bad during the need for speed.&lt;br /&gt;But being compared to being out in the open,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting duck to who or what may be chasing after me,&lt;br /&gt;The lush, dark and mysterious forest path is definitely a much wiser choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have no idea where I am this time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I get on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;and starting sprinting away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running at the speed,&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot cover my tracks;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a getaway mission.&lt;br /&gt;This is DEFINITELY one of those days,&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no rest for the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;To get spotted immediately,&lt;br /&gt;Is almost definitely a cruel, &lt;i&gt;cruel&lt;/i&gt; joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m panting deeply,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravely gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that for now I have lost my pursuers &lt;i&gt;for now&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;better safe than sorry&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;My diversion is already in place.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that hiding in some desolate hut,&lt;br /&gt;where cobwebs can be bigger than my palm are as plentiful as oxygen in air,&lt;br /&gt;covered totally in barbaric graffiti,&lt;br /&gt;it will still make a good hideout.&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing,&lt;br /&gt;is that the power isn't disconnected!&lt;br /&gt;So I left one of the old and dusty yellow lights on,&lt;br /&gt;So that it will gain attention,&lt;br /&gt;and distract the trackers away from me.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to hide up here,&lt;br /&gt;In the insect-infested rain tree,&lt;br /&gt;Until the moment I am gone again.&lt;br /&gt;And that happened, pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-814552927606375586?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/814552927606375586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=814552927606375586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/814552927606375586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/814552927606375586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-2.html' title='&quot;Chapter 2&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8374516896807675533</id><published>2010-07-04T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:24:56.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chapter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am dreaming,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself in a big white room,&lt;br /&gt;With many white shelves,&lt;br /&gt;Covered in my colorful packaging,&lt;br /&gt;And a sub-standard air conditioning unit.&lt;br /&gt;Given the heat,&lt;br /&gt;I navigate through the maze of white structures,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself walking towards the translucent glass door,&lt;br /&gt;And there, I see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was me standing ahead of me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself walking towards cages with wheels,&lt;br /&gt;And the expression on my face changes.&lt;br /&gt;I start to make haste in my pace,&lt;br /&gt;And walk up to behind me,&lt;br /&gt;To hear what I'm listening too.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up on a hard floor,&lt;br /&gt;Being offered a nice and soft pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am dreaming,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing under a big white tent,&lt;br /&gt;With a nice orange display ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;There are many trees &lt;br /&gt;(and mostly potted plants around me),&lt;br /&gt;and it is freakishly warm.&lt;br /&gt;In the distance ahead,&lt;br /&gt;I see myself again,&lt;br /&gt;This time round, &lt;br /&gt;Sitting by a table,&lt;br /&gt;Being the audience,&lt;br /&gt;Earnestly watching and listening,&lt;br /&gt;As though it is a movie screening,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to miss any important scene.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be embrace the moment again,&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards my old self.&lt;br /&gt;I then wake up,&lt;br /&gt;On the same hard floor,&lt;br /&gt;This time round,&lt;br /&gt;I respond to a similar nudge to the leg,&lt;br /&gt;And there,&lt;br /&gt;Are more friends standing by the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;And I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's time to go home&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8374516896807675533?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8374516896807675533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8374516896807675533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8374516896807675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8374516896807675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter.html' title='&quot;Chapter&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3269779731268495948</id><published>2010-06-29T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:41:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drags and Dreads"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Drags and Dreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;If one could reverse the flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;What will one change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Drags"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard getting myself motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually,&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I say &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I found a motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother wasting the time,&lt;br /&gt;When I can do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;Since I have to do it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it like a Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dreads"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't win someone who has nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Day by Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3269779731268495948?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3269779731268495948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3269779731268495948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3269779731268495948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3269779731268495948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/06/drags-and-dreads.html' title='&quot;Drags and Dreads&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7969572381719236866</id><published>2010-06-20T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:45:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mikhail's Story"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Michael's Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Don't Take My Saturday Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7969572381719236866?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7969572381719236866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7969572381719236866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7969572381719236866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7969572381719236866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/06/mikhails-story.html' title='&quot;Mikhail&apos;s Story&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5089511419523475707</id><published>2010-06-02T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:44:29.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Together as Friends"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Just Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I Thank God For You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5089511419523475707?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5089511419523475707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5089511419523475707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5089511419523475707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5089511419523475707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/06/together-as-friends.html' title='&quot;Together as Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1223085937560997729</id><published>2010-05-30T04:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:36:51.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Nothing can stop the Seasons from Changing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Nothing can stop the Flow of Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Carved in Stone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the printings fade away,&lt;br /&gt;One will realise that nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;It will eventually disappear into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;The existance itself will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;That's my responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;It's my role to play.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a part of the puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;A map of strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling it or shifting it will cause an adverse effect,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end,&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to the same destination,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Destiny&lt;/i&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;Is what the foolish people will call,&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;It's the path we draw,&lt;br /&gt;It's "Free Will" and "Revolutions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;And eventually, the grip to hold on, &lt;br /&gt;Will be loosened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1223085937560997729?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1223085937560997729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1223085937560997729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1223085937560997729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1223085937560997729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='&quot;Time&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6415047173253088640</id><published>2010-05-28T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:24:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Welcome,&lt;br /&gt;To the Pillars of Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6415047173253088640?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6415047173253088640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6415047173253088640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6415047173253088640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6415047173253088640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/05/poc.html' title='POC'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-165176252412650439</id><published>2010-05-23T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:02:49.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Last Word"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Last Word"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;"How can you be so arrogant and selfish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;I get that alot nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Walls"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for convincing me,&lt;br /&gt;But really,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It's completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; used to building walls,&lt;br /&gt;When one or two of them comes crumbling down,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I'm naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start getting used to this feeling I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Comfort Zone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to get &lt;i&gt;really uncomfortable&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say,&lt;br /&gt;To a guy of this age,&lt;br /&gt;The thing they hate the most will most likely be 'EN ASS'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far,&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to take it cool,&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'll lose my freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I don't commit crimes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Graduation"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be a Ngee Ann Student no more.&lt;br /&gt;What are my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Hammer of Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-165176252412650439?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/165176252412650439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=165176252412650439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/165176252412650439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/165176252412650439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-word.html' title='&quot;Last Word&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8055567592618541933</id><published>2010-05-18T03:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:05:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;"Lucifer obviously craves his brother’s love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Michael is too focused on destiny and &lt;br /&gt;being mindlessly obedient no matter what the cost. &lt;br /&gt;Lucifer, despite all that hatred inside, &lt;br /&gt;doesn’t want to fight. &lt;br /&gt;Michael does, though,&lt;br /&gt;Even though being a good son comes at the cost of being a good brother. &lt;br /&gt;Sound[s] familiar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Human brothers have learned to stick with one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despite their differences &lt;br /&gt;And the curse of bad parenting &lt;br /&gt;But these archangel brothers can’t grasp that concept. &lt;br /&gt;In the battle of free will vs. destiny, &lt;br /&gt;Free will at least drives more rational actions."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogcritics.org/video/article/tv-review-supernatural-swan-song/page-4/#ixzz0oDagQSNe"&gt;http://blogcritics.org/video/article/tv-review-supernatural-swan-song/page-4/#ixzz0oDagQSNe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8055567592618541933?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8055567592618541933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8055567592618541933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8055567592618541933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8055567592618541933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/05/season-finale.html' title='Season Finale'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3000616618537089144</id><published>2010-04-18T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:18:44.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strangers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Strangers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;The Universe Is Plotting Against Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3000616618537089144?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3000616618537089144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3000616618537089144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3000616618537089144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3000616618537089144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/04/strangers.html' title='&quot;Strangers&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2028606392856724918</id><published>2010-04-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:11:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Doors"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Doors"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't be afraid to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Shutters"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell which drew me in:&lt;br /&gt;The bright smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Or the simple familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LSCT FOC 10/11,&lt;br /&gt;The lie I've been living for 3 years came to a close,&lt;br /&gt;But for them, it has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be loose ends,&lt;br /&gt;And those will be the reminders,&lt;br /&gt;On what wonderful 3 years it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Leap of Faith"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all doors remains opened,&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where the metaphorical leap is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it end here now, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to make full use of these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;And what has the years got me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2028606392856724918?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2028606392856724918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2028606392856724918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2028606392856724918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2028606392856724918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/04/doors.html' title='&quot;Doors&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4457721919656244965</id><published>2010-04-05T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:56:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash; Back and Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flash; Back and Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Into the 5th year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4 more years to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Flashbacks"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was because I woke up earlier than a primary school kid,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because I was pelt by the freezing water;&lt;br /&gt;As I was shivering,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered something I was told a very long time ago:&lt;br /&gt;"Look at this!&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it right,&lt;br /&gt;It is so cold in this music room,&lt;br /&gt;That my teeth are clattering!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a random thought,&lt;br /&gt;Triggered by a succession of events.&lt;br /&gt;But who thought,&lt;br /&gt;I reminded me of something very important,&lt;br /&gt;Something I had to realise&lt;br /&gt;Before everything,&lt;br /&gt;All of it,&lt;br /&gt;Starts over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Flashforwards"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a one year break,&lt;br /&gt;To reach this state,&lt;br /&gt;To make my life twice as miserable,&lt;br /&gt;To never forget,&lt;br /&gt;To never even think that it has disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Because it hasn't,&lt;br /&gt;And it has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;9 years in Succession huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4457721919656244965?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4457721919656244965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=4457721919656244965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4457721919656244965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4457721919656244965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/04/flashbacks.html' title='Flash; Back and Forward'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6863753019039552949</id><published>2010-03-29T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:39:10.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Distance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Distance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;The bait drifts further and further away,&lt;br /&gt;And it is already too late to reel it in.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what which has happened in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6863753019039552949?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6863753019039552949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6863753019039552949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6863753019039552949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6863753019039552949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/03/distance.html' title='&quot;Distance&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7269647712361538436</id><published>2010-03-24T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:27:08.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess and it's Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chess and it's Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Between the Squares, and the Black and White,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Who is the Ultimate Winner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lies"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People lie all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the reasons for their lies,&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to the basic principle:&lt;br /&gt;"Protection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be to protect their honor,&lt;br /&gt;Or others feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Or to protect their ideals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into detail, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I have already done that twice before&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But my point is that once you see or know what they want to protect,&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to see through the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrary,&lt;br /&gt;If you know they are lying,&lt;br /&gt;And understand the concept of "protect",&lt;br /&gt;It will also be easy to see what they intended to protect with the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up to this date,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you lie to me 1 and a half years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Irritable"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been easy to irk recently,&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends think I'm more "emo" recently.&lt;br /&gt;Technically speaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emo&lt;/i&gt; is the short hand for Emotional,&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't mean sadness and depression alone.&lt;br /&gt;Internet slang really destroys the language nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Been like this for 3 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;It is always about advancing,&lt;br /&gt;Taking over pieces of the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;To eventually hit the kill.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are traps,&lt;br /&gt;And there will be sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget when to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Advancement in Advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7269647712361538436?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7269647712361538436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7269647712361538436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7269647712361538436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7269647712361538436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/03/chess-and-its-pieces.html' title='Chess and it&apos;s Pieces'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5652945468311939594</id><published>2010-03-14T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:12:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time and Space"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Time and Space"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From the point of origin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I finally found it after 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dimensions"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolving around the created fabric,&lt;br /&gt;The two worlds were destined to not meet.&lt;br /&gt;However, as the awakening of the &lt;I&gt;Creator&lt;/i&gt; began,&lt;br /&gt;It caused the dimensions of Time and Space to collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let the Torn World be involved as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"TWY BD"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one day which does nothing but destroy the calender!&lt;br /&gt;It started of with the innocent buying chocolate fudge cake&lt;br /&gt;(which later got exterminated),&lt;br /&gt;Which lead to badminton,&lt;br /&gt;and the main event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became an awkward dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Before the Mahjong and some shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Alas there was pool &lt;br /&gt;(which I demonstrated how to make balls fly)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I went to Damala's BDAY,&lt;br /&gt;Than fishing? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Unsaid"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hide it,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't have to say it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;The Answer Was Before Me All Along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5652945468311939594?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5652945468311939594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5652945468311939594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5652945468311939594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5652945468311939594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-and-space.html' title='&quot;Time and Space&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6786536840712097464</id><published>2010-03-09T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:10:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morgan from the tv series &lt;i&gt;Chuck&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said that there is no use lying.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than denying to it,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6786536840712097464?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6786536840712097464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6786536840712097464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6786536840712097464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6786536840712097464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/03/embrace-truth.html' title='Embrace the Truth'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3851977892226269048</id><published>2010-03-05T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:46:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vessels of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:segeo print; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vessels of Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Shining Guide which Lights my Path;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I Wonder What Lies in the Darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Blinded"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is light,&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bright,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm blinded by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to protect my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I have to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;And yet on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is it,&lt;br /&gt;Where is the holy body,&lt;br /&gt;Which reflects the light back onto the path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eyes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there were a temporary "replacement",&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the "true vessel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in the eyes will never light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Work"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;I finally (kind of) graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this means that I'm not exactly related to Ngee Ann anymore :/&lt;br /&gt;Working everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an escape,&lt;br /&gt;To prevent my mind from wondering off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;"How do I get out of bed everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Wings"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that,&lt;br /&gt;Letting go,&lt;br /&gt;Would make the road easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without letting go,&lt;br /&gt;It gives me wings.&lt;br /&gt;Brittle as they may be,&lt;br /&gt;It serves as a reminder to be careful,&lt;br /&gt;and fly, to wherever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;2 more years before my dreams come into fruition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3851977892226269048?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3851977892226269048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3851977892226269048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3851977892226269048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3851977892226269048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/03/vessels-of-light.html' title='Vessels of Light'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-782614509307983964</id><published>2010-02-24T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:52:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breaking the Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are spaces to cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gaps"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fancying someone, and doing something about it,&lt;br /&gt;Are very different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can happen."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Untimely Silence"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been stirred for over a year,&lt;br /&gt;But it's happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I have to wake up to head off to work,&lt;br /&gt;Is it that I can't find any other way to spend my time,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that there is something in my subconscious that I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it: You can't control what your subconscious wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world,&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to an inevitable end.&lt;br /&gt;Soon,&lt;br /&gt;But how much sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frequency of change is increasing,&lt;br /&gt;Together with the magnitude,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for something of this level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:33ff00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Goodbye - High and Mighty Color"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Can't hear.&lt;br /&gt;No fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to believe you more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the smile that breaks out everything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Can't hear.&lt;br /&gt;No fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of the end.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, such a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpopasia.com/lyrics/32492/high-and-mighty-color/good-bye.html"&gt;http://www.jpopasia.com/lyrics/32492/high-and-mighty-color/good-bye.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Spaces that I'll never be able to leap over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-782614509307983964?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/782614509307983964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=782614509307983964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/782614509307983964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/782614509307983964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/02/untimely-silence.html' title='Breaking the Silence'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5716591372193400293</id><published>2010-02-17T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:43:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceited Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:segoe print; font-size:17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conceited Nightmares&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Disturbed"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to occur more frequently,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not sleeping in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;i&gt;dreams&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say &lt;i&gt;nightmares&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a spoiled music player on constant playback.&lt;br /&gt;With minor changes&lt;br /&gt;(Or what I call glitches)&lt;br /&gt;Occurring each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop,&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to go so far for such a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Why bother me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;As I tear away your mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5716591372193400293?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5716591372193400293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5716591372193400293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5716591372193400293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5716591372193400293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/02/conceited-nightmares.html' title='Conceited Nightmares'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7131932527169386030</id><published>2010-02-11T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:39:41.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17; color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're standing right in front of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Yet you are so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7131932527169386030?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7131932527169386030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7131932527169386030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7131932527169386030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7131932527169386030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/02/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1139695876159926706</id><published>2010-02-04T23:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:04:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White 14; The Road That Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:segoe print; font-size:17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black and White 14;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:25; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Road That Never Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Before the walls come crashing down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Allow me to say my peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Disbelief"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has already been so &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I came all this way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this is normal, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Last Word"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so selfish? &lt;br /&gt;You will be alone in the end. &lt;br /&gt;This is the Last word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't stand with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore. &lt;br /&gt;So, I don't feel like talking to you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cause others to suffer with your irrational judgments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a coward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't stand with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a way you are? This is a way I am!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore. I don't feel like talking to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doredake migatte furumau no &lt;br /&gt;Tsuyogari na dake to shitteru no ni &lt;br /&gt;Wakatte nai no wa kimi dake &lt;br /&gt;Sore ni kizukenai no nara &lt;br /&gt;Itsumade mo &lt;br /&gt;Kizutsukete &lt;br /&gt;Hitori de ireba ii &lt;br /&gt;Kore de mou saigo da ne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"7 Minutes To Minute"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried,&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;To build walls,&lt;br /&gt;And tear down the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the point where I still recollect in "&lt;i&gt;Extinction&lt;/i&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change the fact that I'm trying to shut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least at a healthy level,&lt;br /&gt;But if it doesn't work,&lt;br /&gt;I will shut it out totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Road That Never Ends"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, &lt;br /&gt;Forever Stretching,&lt;br /&gt;Even after reaching the destination,&lt;br /&gt;There is always somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;My archives had a lot of hidden answers (and junk):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 7, 2008,&lt;br /&gt;I made a post which contained the following:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Whichever path which is chosen,&lt;br /&gt;There is hope that the paths will converge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalling for time,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;The land behind starts to sink in further.&lt;br /&gt;It's cruel to walk one path to avoid another,&lt;br /&gt;It's cruel to being forced to walk one path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time doesn't wait for anyone.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the feelings which led me to write &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still stand by those words.&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer have the time to stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;With these hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1139695876159926706?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1139695876159926706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1139695876159926706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1139695876159926706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1139695876159926706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-and-white-14-road-that-never-ends.html' title='Black and White 14; The Road That Never Ends'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2358236550693067213</id><published>2010-01-31T12:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:35:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One-Way Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The One-Way Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I reached the conclusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I felt some sort of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Favoritism"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had greater responsibilities,&lt;br /&gt;I used impartiality's to keep my favoritism in control.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it has nothing to stop it,&lt;br /&gt;It wants to let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eyes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't another post about my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;It's about what others see,&lt;br /&gt;When something like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; happens.&lt;br /&gt;The shock,&lt;br /&gt;And the never-ending questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems that only I noticed this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Night Cycling 2010"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;It's done, it's completed!&lt;br /&gt;The trail is different,&lt;br /&gt;Different from what &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; would have done,&lt;br /&gt;But after all,&lt;br /&gt;With safety and everything in place,&lt;br /&gt;And some minor setbacks,&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the Organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good,&lt;br /&gt;Cycling around the long LONG track.&lt;br /&gt;I mean from East Coast Macs to Bedok Jetty,&lt;br /&gt;That part was easy to expect,&lt;br /&gt;Than it went to a totally different road which I can't remember anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and the weird names,&lt;br /&gt;Totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I think it was a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;For me to be in a small group for a change,&lt;br /&gt;With people I can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Its not bad, really XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have supper&lt;br /&gt;(Went to the place which Wee Lin drove us to have Curry Fish Head at Changi Village),&lt;br /&gt;And the wait for Breakfast was taking forever,&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire night cycling,&lt;br /&gt;Was the worth.&lt;br /&gt;To finish the 3 years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh,&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking,&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear what I'm thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;It's easier to be alone, then to be complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2358236550693067213?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2358236550693067213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2358236550693067213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2358236550693067213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2358236550693067213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-way-understanding.html' title='The One-Way Understanding'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7850390214855144912</id><published>2010-01-29T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:57:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;What are you seeing that you are not saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7850390214855144912?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7850390214855144912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7850390214855144912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7850390214855144912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7850390214855144912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-are-you-seeing-that-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7829964549838303455</id><published>2010-01-25T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:02:00.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The burn, slowing spreading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Engulfing everything around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Music"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song list,&lt;br /&gt;Having all kinds of music,&lt;br /&gt;From all walks of life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;At least from the &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; parts of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now,&lt;br /&gt;When certain songs starts playing,&lt;br /&gt;It summons different emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Like a collection of feelings I dealt with at those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dreams"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and White,&lt;br /&gt;Hammers and Strings,&lt;br /&gt;And Grand.&lt;br /&gt;And there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Keys"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how shattered a lock is,&lt;br /&gt;Or how many duplicates and master keys there are,&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;Both the lock and original key,&lt;br /&gt;Deserves it's owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Can you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7829964549838303455?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7829964549838303455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7829964549838303455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7829964549838303455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7829964549838303455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/keys.html' title='Keys'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6078934662887719738</id><published>2010-01-24T01:15:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:38:19.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calibri;font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=purple, strength=8); height: 4px; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purple Glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There came a time when the one will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and bring light into the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nightmares"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I've been having sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by the ghost of my past,&lt;br /&gt;Showing me images in red and purple,&lt;br /&gt;The shattering them into the blue and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake,&lt;br /&gt;And having trouble recalling all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Or what had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's making me,&lt;br /&gt;Very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue; font-family:gabriola; font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Truth"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, Finally came to a close,&lt;br /&gt;I have my resolutions in place,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm making my preparations.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will all be set in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, It's just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff; font-family:pristina; font-size:17;"&gt;Once again, thanks for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6078934662887719738?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6078934662887719738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6078934662887719738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6078934662887719738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6078934662887719738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/purple-glow.html' title='Purple Glow'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1608340231874859219</id><published>2010-01-18T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:09:44.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;My Immortal - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm so tired of being here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave, &lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;Your presence still lingers here &lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;When you cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, &lt;br /&gt;I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;When you cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, &lt;br /&gt;I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I've tried so hard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me,&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;When you cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream, &lt;br /&gt;I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me, me, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1608340231874859219?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1608340231874859219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1608340231874859219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1608340231874859219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1608340231874859219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4598069660086702320</id><published>2010-01-14T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:08:33.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnect</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Sometimes, it isn't up to you to choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Chapter 751: Reconnect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cause your heart will do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;You know the thing about bridges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that it can be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are you willing to set the foundation for the bridge,&lt;br /&gt;Which is supposedly built on love, faith and trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still not too late to salvage on some bridges,&lt;br /&gt;Though I've already gave up on some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already hear someone like &lt;i&gt;Weiyang&lt;/i&gt; saying&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't try, you won't find out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what,&lt;br /&gt;It takes effort, and this kind of thing has to work both ways.&lt;br /&gt;And with the limited time,&lt;br /&gt;You have to take out the list (as explained by &lt;i&gt;Raynard&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can't save everyone"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Halo and Modern Warfare 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two games with a similar purpose: &lt;br /&gt;Kill your opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been very good at it so far,&lt;br /&gt;With Jon and Paul being in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad XBOX live failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stop lying dormant, and wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4598069660086702320?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4598069660086702320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=4598069660086702320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4598069660086702320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4598069660086702320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/reconnect.html' title='Reconnect'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7191739525455062132</id><published>2010-01-11T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:28:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;つかめ！　眩しい明日を &lt;br /&gt;まもれ！　愛する人を &lt;br /&gt;たくましい自分になれるさ &lt;br /&gt;こわせ！　弱気な君を &lt;br /&gt;くずせ！　ぶつかる壁を &lt;br /&gt;熱い鼓動　武器になるから  &lt;br /&gt;Believe in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7191739525455062132?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7191739525455062132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7191739525455062132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7191739525455062132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7191739525455062132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/tsukame-mabushii-asu-wo-mamore-ai-suru.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8074738412305140895</id><published>2010-01-10T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:54:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;For those short moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=#9999ff, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;I understood what it meant to "feel safe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8074738412305140895?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8074738412305140895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8074738412305140895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8074738412305140895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8074738412305140895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-those-short-moments-i-understood.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1746071918033527703</id><published>2010-01-09T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:05:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Reasons To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Varies between different times and places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Chapter 748: 3 Reasons To Be Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The resonance doesn't seem to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No. 1: NPSC BOOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Today is the &lt;b&gt;OPEN HOUSE&lt;/b&gt; NGEE ANN LOVERS HAS BEEN WAITING FOR!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;Went there to do booth duty,&lt;br /&gt;Make a fool out of others,&lt;br /&gt;Shoot lasers at others (oops :X)&lt;br /&gt;And than started slacking with my long 'lost' PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTFORWARDS x1---------&lt;br /&gt;We took 184 from SIM (after missing 75)&lt;br /&gt;Towards Bukit Panjang Plaza for a drink at STARBUCKS,&lt;br /&gt;Which then I took a detour home to get the card,&lt;br /&gt;(Which turned out to be not needed, but did help me alot),&lt;br /&gt;And had some chit chat session,&lt;br /&gt;Before we all had to depart for our individual segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNWINDS x1---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No. 2: LSCT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;So totally missed LSCT!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss the air, the looks, the people,&lt;br /&gt;like EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did get the chance to go up LSCT!&lt;br /&gt;And walked around with a few LSCT peeps, small talk and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly the HUNT FOR DR.KOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I still didn't find him though --.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTFORWARDS x2---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No. 3: Dinner and Dance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;It was at Meritus Mandarin!&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was some small function/dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Like the one we had at Hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was Wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and I said &lt;i&gt;Wrong&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;i&gt;DEAD WRONG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big event with many tables,&lt;br /&gt;With some big shot giving a speech &lt;br /&gt;(Even after I was 2 hours late),&lt;br /&gt;Other major companies are there,&lt;br /&gt;And I was totally under dressed&lt;br /&gt;(though I stress I found it acceptable).&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet other staff of my company,&lt;br /&gt;and the HRs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place had some kind of performances and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;But I kind of left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rather good day with minor screw ups :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more than just this.&lt;br /&gt;And other ways to keep me elated.&lt;br /&gt;But when does it all end.&lt;br /&gt;Where does this leave everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm finally catching a valid pattern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1746071918033527703?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1746071918033527703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1746071918033527703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1746071918033527703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1746071918033527703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-reasons-to-be-happy.html' title='3 Reasons To Be Happy'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1269036919329260949</id><published>2010-01-07T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:02:55.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;Just around an hour ago,&lt;br /&gt;The pathway started to heat up.&lt;br /&gt;Calls and distress signals were being sent over.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please note, the post below would be much more interesting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1269036919329260949?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1269036919329260949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1269036919329260949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1269036919329260949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1269036919329260949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-around-hour-ago-pathway-started-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1477398387348462030</id><published>2010-01-06T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:35:21.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a January Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Everything around us may have faded away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Chapter 746: It's a January Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But no one can rob us of our memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frames, Dyed Red&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;It was suddenly lunchtime,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back in the clubhouse, which ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Lying on sofa,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing upon the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every bit of sunlight I could get,&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from being dissed at,&lt;br /&gt;And watching people who occasionally enters,&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Totally clueless to what 2009 had install for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;The warm nostalgia has been filling me up recently;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been subconsciously doing some frame skipping.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I wanted to go around digging in those memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;More or less,&lt;br /&gt;It has already been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few changes took place.&lt;br /&gt;My beliefs has changed,&lt;br /&gt;Together with other skill sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although numbed,&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the 2 weeks as though as it were yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad 2009 is over.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bold new 2010.&lt;br /&gt;May be a tad bit late,&lt;br /&gt;But Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19Th years and 3 months old to myself,&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be better than the last,&lt;br /&gt;And going to NS won't change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;To be very frank and less subtle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own experiences,&lt;br /&gt;and no one has the right to judge them, &lt;br /&gt;Well maybe besides myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop acting as though you know everything,&lt;br /&gt;and stop acting as though you know me.&lt;br /&gt;And stop being such an irritating "S.O.B. and pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up and mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Never forget, what truly matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1477398387348462030?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1477398387348462030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1477398387348462030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1477398387348462030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1477398387348462030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-january-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a January Thing'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-92805011480153794</id><published>2010-01-04T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:45:27.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I dropped my guard&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Just for a simple minute,&lt;br /&gt;And I lost something important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-92805011480153794?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/92805011480153794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=92805011480153794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/92805011480153794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/92805011480153794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2010/01/paranoia-reason.html' title='Paranoia Reason'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-873824984835745830</id><published>2009-12-28T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:07:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;This Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;This Year, There Was No Terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Cons and Fusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been an interesting year,&lt;br /&gt;Where different things took place,&lt;br /&gt;And different ways to handle different things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Past Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that it was eventful,&lt;br /&gt;But it too, wasn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a different way to spend Christmas XD&lt;br /&gt;But no complains,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that no tragedies happened this X'mas LOLOLOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;I'm not lying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so aren't your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your senses &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; lies.&lt;br /&gt;(Unless they are not operating properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misinterpretation is a common occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame your senses for what your own failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to be attentive,&lt;br /&gt;And to keep an open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Logical and Rational&lt;/i&gt; Open Mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-873824984835745830?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/873824984835745830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=873824984835745830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/873824984835745830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/873824984835745830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2068182383548086602</id><published>2009-12-23T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:22:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;YES, I haven't lost it, just yet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;There are two forces at battle.&lt;br /&gt;And these forces aren't "Optimism and Pessisism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;i&gt;attachment&lt;/i&gt; did this to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Wells,&lt;br /&gt;Time to knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4 months ago, I said 5 more months.&lt;br /&gt;Do the math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2068182383548086602?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2068182383548086602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2068182383548086602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2068182383548086602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2068182383548086602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle.html' title='BATTLE'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2289382502403353593</id><published>2009-12-22T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:47:44.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Different"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;"It's Different"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting of 961,&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated between taking 67 or taking the LRT back.&lt;br /&gt;I chose neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I walked home alone under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;br /&gt;I did have my umbrella to shelter me from the precipitation,&lt;br /&gt;But I still felt as though I was being pelt by rain&lt;br /&gt;(Or that may be due to the fact that my jeans got wet along the way home XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a cooling off period of some sorts;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how to walk this path home,&lt;br /&gt;And how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;road&lt;/b&gt; from Bukit Panjang to Teck Whye,&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with &lt;i&gt;ups and downs&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mark my words, I'll flare up one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2289382502403353593?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2289382502403353593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2289382502403353593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2289382502403353593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2289382502403353593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-different.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Different&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6413554855881159905</id><published>2009-12-20T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:27:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The word I should use to explain today, is "Eventful" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;On a side note, I really need badminton to tune back up my reaction speed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ticks and Docks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6413554855881159905?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6413554855881159905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6413554855881159905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6413554855881159905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6413554855881159905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/eventful-times.html' title='Eventful Times'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3903413525617344638</id><published>2009-12-18T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:21:24.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Devoe Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Although I've been sleeping late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And been waking up late,&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to something awesome on CNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's to wait for that video to be posted on youtube :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A Matter Of Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3903413525617344638?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3903413525617344638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3903413525617344638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3903413525617344638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3903413525617344638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/tom-devoe-fan.html' title='Tom Devoe Fan'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1955131549365423121</id><published>2009-12-17T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:51:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trickery</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A magician will never reveal their tricks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If&lt;i&gt; it were plain tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1955131549365423121?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1955131549365423121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1955131549365423121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1955131549365423121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1955131549365423121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/trickery.html' title='Trickery'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6921473789508759079</id><published>2009-12-16T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:18:50.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I'm at WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Something tells me I shouldn't be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh snaps :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dance, Sleeve of White Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6921473789508759079?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6921473789508759079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6921473789508759079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6921473789508759079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6921473789508759079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-at-work-wait-something-tells-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-714460030668173504</id><published>2009-12-15T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:46:35.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"5 Stages of Grief"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=orange, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;"5 Stages of Grief"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Lost&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was lost, had no direction to go,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there was a path,&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't enjoying the idea of taking it.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, I've already accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an unforgettable loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Lies&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about lies!&lt;br /&gt;This post is so a rip off from my archive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies,&lt;br /&gt;People lie to protect.&lt;br /&gt;Some deceive to prevent themselves or others from being hurt,&lt;br /&gt;While some may misguide others so that they achieve their ulterior motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lie?&lt;br /&gt;I need to protect myself,&lt;br /&gt;As well as lock away the past,&lt;br /&gt;Because not every moment I want to keep away from the world,&lt;br /&gt;Is my proudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lie.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't answer questions,&lt;br /&gt;It is due to a few reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't hear it&lt;br /&gt;2. Question is too vague&lt;br /&gt;3. I really don't know how to answer it&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;I rather not say anything than lie&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are meant to be said,&lt;br /&gt;It will come naturally,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Intentions&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to get this straight,&lt;br /&gt;I don't reckon I need that kind of &lt;i&gt;help&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did,&lt;br /&gt;If the intentions are good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why cause the trouble?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I need help in, you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;Controlling my weight and paranoia XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Grief&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actuality,&lt;br /&gt;I'm long done with wallowing in self-pity XD&lt;br /&gt;It's like being melodramatic and attention seeking at the same time&lt;br /&gt;(which isn't my purpose, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo and /wrist,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been relatively contented and happy,&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;The ever so famous BUT,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget important lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the same mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Over,&lt;br /&gt;and Over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is more of the lack of self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, My self-discipline went missing,&lt;br /&gt;But now found :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bat of an eyelid,&lt;br /&gt;Attachment ends,&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is over,&lt;br /&gt;No longer a Ngee Ann Student (sadly),&lt;br /&gt;2 years in NS,&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to enter UNI with a good science course,&lt;br /&gt;While working part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad and lonely future.&lt;br /&gt;Those aren't exactly the things I saw &lt;br /&gt;(not that I remember cause it hasn't happened),&lt;br /&gt;But I want a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanting isn't good enough,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to walk the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To see the invisible,&lt;br /&gt;Observe the visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-714460030668173504?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/714460030668173504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=714460030668173504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/714460030668173504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/714460030668173504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-stages-of-grief.html' title='&quot;5 Stages of Grief&quot;'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4324295312301703219</id><published>2009-12-15T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:53:19.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstantial Truth Pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4324295312301703219?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4324295312301703219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=4324295312301703219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4324295312301703219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4324295312301703219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/circumstantial-truth-2.html' title='Circumstantial Truth Pt.2'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6570200527158102513</id><published>2009-12-12T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:14:04.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstantial Truth Pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;In the midst of the confusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Only one thing stands clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Circumstantial Truth Pt.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;It wasn't just an act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a parlour trick.&lt;br /&gt;It is a matter, which can only be explained by drilling back&lt;br /&gt;To the basic fundamentals of &lt;b&gt;perception&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;How you decide what is the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt;, and what isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;notice&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But based on circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;I have to do different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ignoring, for example.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the situation,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the same as denying the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Others may say that I'm often paranoid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak out too easily,&lt;br /&gt;Have difficulties remaining composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that there is no truth to that,&lt;br /&gt;But that is what others &lt;i&gt;perceive&lt;/i&gt; based on the circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't necessary the full idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details,&lt;br /&gt;I nitpick with details a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Because there isn't true &lt;I&gt;certainty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And it's proven that I'm good at putting pictures together,&lt;br /&gt;With some exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better and more subtle way to phrase it,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I "Often don't pay attention to what I'm doing,&lt;br /&gt;and constantly bugged with these random and irrelevant thoughts",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruled by insecurities,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, There ARE times which I completely forget,&lt;br /&gt;But totally loosening up is a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;It seems that when I start to feel intoxicated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My processing starts to drop,&lt;br /&gt;But the observation area increases a lot,&lt;br /&gt;With the down point that the attention span seems shorter than usual,&lt;br /&gt;Except for times that I tried to drown it out&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps coming back,&lt;br /&gt;As though its easier to focus on it than to drive it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would start talking even more, and even faster,&lt;br /&gt;And combined with the fact that I had lost many many hours of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;My body, limbs and the sense of touch (and maybe movement control) &lt;br /&gt;Starts to become sluggish and droopy.&lt;br /&gt;My speech also slurs and filled with more mistakes than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one issue is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;B&gt;I still didn't get drunk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;With the proof that I remembered everything till that point of detail,&lt;br /&gt;I was practically awake from nightfall to daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even under such control situations,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'll be if I'm drunk,&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I have a rough idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I admit I held back.&lt;br /&gt;I did drink, and keep drinking,&lt;br /&gt;But I was careful.&lt;br /&gt;To savour every moment and slowly notice how I fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savour what moment?&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy how I loosen up,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Even though my shoulder area was still tensed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything mentioned above &lt;br /&gt;Isn't the placebo effect in place :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;One of the many pictures I haven't successfully pieced together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is how it works.&lt;br /&gt;I know and personally lived through the phase that I know,&lt;br /&gt;I know that "Everything happens for a reason".&lt;br /&gt;And everything is already "beforehand" before the actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND As much has I hate to admit,&lt;br /&gt;Up to even this point where I'm typing this ridiculous point,&lt;br /&gt;What which has never been remembered,&lt;br /&gt;Is still the same,&lt;br /&gt;It still happened :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time I said this,&lt;br /&gt;But Nothing Has Changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starting to wonder if its ever possible,&lt;br /&gt;To change anything,&lt;br /&gt;Without taking myself out of the equation.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Observer's effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;I just remembered that there is something I failed to mention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the entire truth,&lt;br /&gt;Which a few knows,&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm attempting to contain the spread,&lt;br /&gt;But by doing this it doesn't help,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to ignore their judgemental eyes &lt;br /&gt;(Plus with the alcohol out of the system, I may be a bit edgy)&lt;br /&gt;Using a soft touch of certainty,&lt;br /&gt;I think it is over just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Many worlds interpretation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6570200527158102513?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6570200527158102513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6570200527158102513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6570200527158102513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6570200527158102513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/circumstantial-truth-pt1.html' title='Circumstantial Truth Pt.1'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4443580725824498906</id><published>2009-12-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:11:08.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Save me,&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4443580725824498906?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4443580725824498906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=4443580725824498906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4443580725824498906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4443580725824498906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-me-take-me-away-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1209627886917976025</id><published>2009-12-05T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:40:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Slowly, Digging My Own Grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Seeking for the Wrong Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things,&lt;br /&gt;Are not meant to be &lt;b&gt;Forced&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Tempered&lt;/b&gt; with.&lt;br /&gt;It is going against the flow of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was made to happen,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which has been done, &lt;br /&gt;Is delaying the inevitable end,&lt;br /&gt;While causing more collateral damage.&lt;br /&gt;Not all sacrifices will find you gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Once in like Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Raynard, and Francine,&lt;br /&gt;Was at the same place at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;(That basically means we met up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 3 months,&lt;br /&gt;No wait, that may be incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;In the past &lt;i&gt;1 and a Half Year&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've been digging myself into this grave,&lt;br /&gt;Which I've been trying to climb out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time something like &lt;i&gt;that (refer to locked blog)&lt;/i&gt; happens,&lt;br /&gt;The sinkhole just gets bigger and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get washed away,&lt;br /&gt;When the water returns to the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But which will happen first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1209627886917976025?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1209627886917976025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1209627886917976025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1209627886917976025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1209627886917976025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/12/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8185822818796437012</id><published>2009-11-28T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:24:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Not Ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Like a broken film on constant playback,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing these images,&lt;br /&gt;These images of things which didn't exist,&lt;br /&gt;Of stuff that never happened,&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of a non-existant reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;I have a map and a compass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know this is the correct direction,&lt;br /&gt;But it suddenly points to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse;&lt;br /&gt;It points to the place I walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I'm stuck in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet looking forward to the future,&lt;br /&gt;For a change,&lt;br /&gt;A new change.&lt;br /&gt;Yet because I'm stuck in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I can't move forward into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remove these blocks,&lt;br /&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It is time to let go,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8185822818796437012?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8185822818796437012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8185822818796437012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8185822818796437012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8185822818796437012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8195828511035490200</id><published>2009-11-24T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:02:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Another piece of advice.&lt;br /&gt;From these 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;If there is something I learnt,&lt;br /&gt;Is that one shouldn't make sacrifices,&lt;br /&gt;If they can't bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a point to regretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Will eventually be a memory,&lt;br /&gt;Of a time,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8195828511035490200?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8195828511035490200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8195828511035490200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8195828511035490200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8195828511035490200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-piece-of-advice.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-821876550774290335</id><published>2009-11-23T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:48:13.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Oddly, today was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;That form,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So familiar, yet so unknown.&lt;br /&gt;It is scary,&lt;br /&gt;How people can be so alike,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so different.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it didn't really pique my interest,&lt;br /&gt;It left a nagging question in my head&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Can I still keep up to the end of my bargain?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-821876550774290335?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/821876550774290335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=821876550774290335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/821876550774290335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/821876550774290335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/oddly-today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7270383356131703830</id><published>2009-11-22T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:14:35.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Five years ago,&lt;br /&gt;Doing something like that,&lt;br /&gt;Was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,&lt;br /&gt;There isn't even second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the change really that big?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7270383356131703830?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7270383356131703830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7270383356131703830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7270383356131703830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7270383356131703830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-years-ago-doing-something-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-1445711384251625510</id><published>2009-11-19T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:06:11.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;For the past week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on making a post on my recent identity crisis,&lt;br /&gt;Where I am so lost,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I have labeled the recent past months as signs of looking for something to cling on,&lt;br /&gt;Because due to the constant change,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even recognise myself anymore,&lt;br /&gt;But that post is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Just from a simple &lt;i&gt;extra&lt;/i&gt; trip made by today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met various people,&lt;br /&gt;All from my past, present and future,&lt;br /&gt;Painting a tale of my life from some point to now.&lt;br /&gt;Almost every criticism, every praise and every question was remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff ranging from "Why are you so mean to others" to "Why .......".&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;These were the people,&lt;br /&gt;Who noticed that the impeccable change occurred at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;But why did I change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;Maybe it was self-protection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was just adaption.&lt;br /&gt;I once had the thinking that "even though I'm kind and nice to people,&lt;br /&gt;They still hate me.&lt;br /&gt;So there is no point in being likable,&lt;br /&gt;Might as well be mean to them for the perks of it."&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them also reminded me of the joy,&lt;br /&gt;And the pain (to a greater extent) I used to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't like I was tortured,&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't considered "nothing" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until now,&lt;br /&gt;There is something I forgot,&lt;br /&gt;Something I haven't considered in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how the outer crust changes,&lt;br /&gt;The inside is still the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I may not have the exact answers now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll face the insults,&lt;br /&gt;And also accept the praises.&lt;br /&gt;I may be the shadow of my former self,&lt;br /&gt;But when the time comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to pick up the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-1445711384251625510?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1445711384251625510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=1445711384251625510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1445711384251625510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/1445711384251625510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance.html' title='Dance.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8709126031943503749</id><published>2009-11-15T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:30:23.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Just Ain't Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;The Time Just Ain't Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Know Your End Game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Torn Between Advice and Ranting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This zone has officially became a ranting area,&lt;br /&gt;Where I &lt;s&gt;talk&lt;/s&gt; whine about random things,&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing much has been happening so far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing much with worth to be mentioned&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some particular fella&lt;/i&gt; comes here for advice?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;There are times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down within their own heart,&lt;br /&gt;They know that it isn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;No, it has nothing to do with pessimism, or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm referring to, &lt;br /&gt;Is something usually known as a &lt;i&gt;conscience&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those of other faith may also call it &lt;i&gt;inner sense&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;a complex of ethical and moral principles&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;duty&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;inner voice&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;But lets keep it simple, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many &lt;i&gt;MANY&lt;/i&gt; people,&lt;br /&gt;In order to gain what they want,&lt;br /&gt;They will resort to &lt;i&gt;all means necessary&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Which includes power play, &lt;br /&gt;The usually incorrectly (but in this case correctly) used "backstabbing",&lt;br /&gt;Twisting of facts,&lt;br /&gt;Denial of reality,&lt;br /&gt;Sowing Discord and such.&lt;br /&gt;And hence, &lt;br /&gt;These people lose their &lt;i&gt;conscience&lt;/i&gt; along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for what it is worth,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they gain,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing but a double edged sword;&lt;br /&gt;Something which will cause yourself harm and damage.&lt;br /&gt;In addition,&lt;br /&gt;As these individuals were on the path to "obtaining what they want",&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they received advice (and criticism) to stop it,&lt;br /&gt;And do it the right way;&lt;br /&gt;But they just won't listen,&lt;br /&gt;They just don't want help,&lt;br /&gt;Just won't admit they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;These people eventually lose sight,&lt;br /&gt;And lose the same people who trusted them, &lt;br /&gt;Who are also the same kind souls who offered help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long tale, I know,&lt;br /&gt;So lets cut to the chase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Going through all this trouble,&lt;br /&gt;When you were shown the correct path,&lt;br /&gt;To eventually cause harm to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to stay true to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;(Yourself, is in the terms of good ethics, morals and principles)&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight,&lt;br /&gt;And don't lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your conscience tells you, &lt;i&gt;"its wrong"&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else genuinely warns you about it,&lt;br /&gt;You jolly well turn back,&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't want to do something you will end up regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop circling around me you stupid orbs of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Emotions Make You Sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8709126031943503749?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8709126031943503749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8709126031943503749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8709126031943503749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8709126031943503749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-just-aint-right.html' title='The Time Just Ain&apos;t Right'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-561643781609311540</id><published>2009-11-07T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:46:10.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forms and Markers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;I take too long to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Forms and Markers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It isn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Markers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I nicknamed it.&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests,&lt;br /&gt;Its someone with the &lt;i&gt;Mark&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how other Marks look like,&lt;br /&gt;Whether is it all the same,&lt;br /&gt;All it varies.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know if other Markers exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is an interesting thought:&lt;br /&gt;If the markers are really supposed to cause &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;What happens if &lt;i&gt;a band of markers group together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Forms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word used to describe the same person having different characteristics and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that when people believe you to be of this &lt;i&gt;form&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;They'll slowly mold you into it,&lt;br /&gt;Without you noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important is that you stay true to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding that there are always choices and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;It is important for me to note,&lt;br /&gt;That there are &lt;i&gt;formless&lt;/i&gt; people who exists.&lt;br /&gt;Or more accurately,&lt;br /&gt;they live what I may call a &lt;i&gt;nomadic life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They adapt, wherever they go.&lt;br /&gt;Their true self, is ironically the one with no self.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't say they don't have dreams and ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;Cold and Hot Readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably mentioned this here quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stand hot readers,&lt;br /&gt;Especially one who fails at trying to be a hot reader.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;If you can, you can, don't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be "trained",&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it can be "learnt",&lt;br /&gt;But don't take the shortcut,&lt;br /&gt;Do it the proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you carry on like this,&lt;br /&gt;You won't become full fledged.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;You'll only remain nothing but a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be ahead,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be behind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heed my warning:&lt;br /&gt;Do it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;I fear that somewhere deep down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm talking about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-561643781609311540?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/561643781609311540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=561643781609311540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/561643781609311540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/561643781609311540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/forms-and-markers.html' title='Forms and Markers'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8146341618658219905</id><published>2009-11-05T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:30:48.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Oh God,&lt;br /&gt;Help me remember how does it feel to love others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8146341618658219905?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8146341618658219905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8146341618658219905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8146341618658219905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8146341618658219905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-god-help-me-remember-how-does-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5957928558722642101</id><published>2009-10-29T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:52:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Every choice as a consequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Truth and Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It is time to face the Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm don't blame you for making those decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one took a gun against your head,&lt;br /&gt;You weren't being forced into making choices,&lt;br /&gt;With time spent on rationality,&lt;br /&gt;Combined together with a logical mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality,&lt;br /&gt;If I were &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I would have made the exact same choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;People can't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging is their nature.&lt;br /&gt;They don't care how much effort you have put into something,&lt;br /&gt;And they sure as hell don't give a damn to the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they want is the quality results they expect with the snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;Only when something goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; they start to have questions and be all judgey,&lt;br /&gt;About why &lt;i&gt;wasn't this done&lt;/i&gt; and other nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,&lt;br /&gt;Without guidelines, without answers,&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't as simple.&lt;br /&gt;When you're put in a spot,&lt;br /&gt;Being in a tough situation,&lt;br /&gt;And without adequate time, &lt;br /&gt;Being pressurized at every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;It is practically impossible to do anything correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why they can &lt;i&gt;reverse engineer&lt;/i&gt; the incorrectly named "solutions",&lt;br /&gt;Is because &lt;i&gt;it has already happened&lt;/i&gt; at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold true to your beliefs,&lt;br /&gt;Because like your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;It won't be yours for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if the world must change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5957928558722642101?l=slayer-journal.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-3606726015057480963.post-2161399176584899838</id><published>2009-10-25T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:53:27.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Isn't it weird how the separated hands fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's as if we're lost; you're suddenly gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Although Maki is no longer in High and Mighty Color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like their songs.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I seem to prefer Maki's voice.&lt;br /&gt;It is more gentle, and soothing, and fun&lt;br /&gt;(Songs such as &lt;i&gt;Tadori Tsuku Basho&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Oxalis&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tegami&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Earth&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hinata&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Mizutama Ramune&lt;/I&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Feel Like Dance&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Amazing&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hot Limit&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;With You&lt;/i&gt; etc.);&lt;br /&gt;Yet it can be fierce and harsh when needed to be&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Ichirin no Hana&lt;/I&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pride&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Here I Am&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Last Word&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Insomnia&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Moon Illuminates&lt;/i&gt; etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to get the vocals (and tune) of &lt;i&gt;Dreams&lt;/i&gt; correct,&lt;br /&gt;I once again came across the &lt;i&gt;English Lyrics&lt;/i&gt; here: &lt;a href="http://gendou.com/amusic/lyrics.php?id=8296&amp;show=0" target="_blank"&gt;http://gendou.com/amusic/lyrics.php?id=8296&amp;show=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again,&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I admit the translation isn't at an all time perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Its good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;It paints the picture of something important.&lt;br /&gt;Its a gentle song,&lt;br /&gt;Which is nice to sing,&lt;br /&gt;And may cause one to spill their emotions by accident,&lt;br /&gt;(if they know the lyrics, I may add).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;Not anyones' life can be as dramatic as the song,&lt;br /&gt;But you know,&lt;br /&gt;Its all a matter of perception (and being denial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day 2, to the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;And of course, the title and song wasn't a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun,&lt;br /&gt;Skipping through towns,&lt;br /&gt;Just eating food (and complaining how fattening it is),&lt;br /&gt;Road houses and road trips,&lt;br /&gt;Visits,&lt;br /&gt;Motels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm missing a step.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that we went on a nice holiday,&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't a holiday at any place,&lt;br /&gt;Its a holiday at my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;As unlikely as it seemed,&lt;br /&gt;That holiday was around when I was 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; it was a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;What else can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Cause they won't be yours for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;If one day, I had to leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to be somewhere we won't be able to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Will you even realise that I had already waved goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When we say good bye to the two of us from that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2161399176584899838?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2161399176584899838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2161399176584899838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2161399176584899838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2161399176584899838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5863857593535714234</id><published>2009-10-22T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:23:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Day 1, To The Rest of My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Even after the pain for the past thousand of years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;All I can ask for is the conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;It's Day 1, To The Rest of My Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Work like you don't need the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Love like your heart's never been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;Dance like no one is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;As it gently wafts in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a whiff,&lt;br /&gt;It prepares the body for fight or flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret either lies in the scent,&lt;br /&gt;Or it's my body's way of saying&lt;br /&gt;"Stop hesitating, Start moving".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grasp onto it eternally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5863857593535714234?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5863857593535714234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5863857593535714234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5863857593535714234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5863857593535714234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-day-1-to-rest-of-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s Day 1, To The Rest of My Life.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-835504865297146495</id><published>2009-10-21T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:27:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;What would have happened if I hadn't fall asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;It has been such a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I last fell asleep on public transport without knowing or planning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;When I woke up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160 was already leaving Phoenix station.&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't have dinner at home anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to drop off at Ten Mile Junction,&lt;br /&gt;and walk to Bukit Panjang Plaza to buy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the bus 180 home,&lt;br /&gt;Because I recently got my first bus concession and didn't want to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus took unusually long,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had the temptation to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see that you're living just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;If I were to have done anything differently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't want to take the bus,&lt;br /&gt;If I decided to buy something else for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Would I have changed the order of events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;As of late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been turning a lot of heads.&lt;br /&gt;What is the matter with you people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8 more months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-835504865297146495?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/835504865297146495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=835504865297146495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/835504865297146495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/835504865297146495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2593869295714095387</id><published>2009-10-20T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:04:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Twisted Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pointers:&lt;br /&gt;Following the scenarios and actions from a certain &lt;i&gt;book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kinds of things which people come up with,&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone does it,&lt;br /&gt;What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be creative&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2593869295714095387?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2593869295714095387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2593869295714095387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2593869295714095387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2593869295714095387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/twisted-tale.html' title='Twisted Tale'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5111267624652993117</id><published>2009-10-18T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:38:10.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Summer to Autumn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time,&lt;br /&gt;The homogeneous mixing of truth and lies,&lt;br /&gt;All falls apart when expectations doesn't meet with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you have the freedom,&lt;br /&gt;To do whatever you want,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5111267624652993117?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5111267624652993117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5111267624652993117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5111267624652993117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5111267624652993117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-summer-to-autumn.html' title='From Summer to Autumn.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-435837019906348974</id><published>2009-10-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:31:37.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamics</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Dynamics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, the belief in making the Impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Hope, the wait in making it Possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dynamics work together hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;With these two factors,&lt;br /&gt;The incorrectly named "&lt;i&gt;Miracles&lt;/i&gt;" are born when the opportunities arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, patience and determination helps to push it along,&lt;br /&gt;To reduce the resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Life always has ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;If you never felt pain, how do you know whats happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith,&lt;br /&gt;Lost my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to regain them back,&lt;br /&gt;The red and blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-435837019906348974?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/435837019906348974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=435837019906348974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/435837019906348974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/435837019906348974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/dynamics.html' title='Dynamics'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-4523261389519906731</id><published>2009-10-11T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:35:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lone Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;You Lone Flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half a year ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish, arrogant and self-centered,&lt;br /&gt;After these 6 months,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'm not the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a significant difference:&lt;br /&gt;Once the filler period is over,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the person I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like stepping stones really.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but steadily,&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to do the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;How to be a better me.&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You should notice that there is no other,&lt;br /&gt;You should notice that there is no next time,&lt;br /&gt;You should notice that there is no other,&lt;br /&gt;You should notice that there is no next time,&lt;br /&gt;Notice that,&lt;br /&gt;You should notice that,&lt;br /&gt;Notice that,&lt;br /&gt;There is no other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quote from Ichirin no Hana - HAMC LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so,&lt;br /&gt;What is the basis to my decisions:&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 reasons to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;There is no harm to being a better person, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-4523261389519906731?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4523261389519906731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=4523261389519906731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4523261389519906731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/4523261389519906731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-lone-flower.html' title='You Lone Flower'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7072173171531358246</id><published>2009-10-11T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:30:26.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Scream, Out Loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever got this feeling that no matter how hard you scream,&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn't hear you?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I do.&lt;br /&gt;But there is a greater sin than all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you screamed nobody ever noticed,&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally realised, its all too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7072173171531358246?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7072173171531358246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7072173171531358246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7072173171531358246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7072173171531358246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/scream.html' title='Scream.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2764087889330070063</id><published>2009-10-08T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:02:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=orange, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;してください、その時間の上を移動する&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2764087889330070063?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2764087889330070063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2764087889330070063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2764087889330070063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2764087889330070063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8767225342885300436</id><published>2009-10-06T07:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:42:19.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>생일 축하합니다</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;공식적으로, 1 년이 지났습니다.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;다시 찾고, 후 &lt;br /&gt;총 1 년 낭비하지했다. &lt;br /&gt;그렇다해도 나는 그것을 후회하지 않는다.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8767225342885300436?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8767225342885300436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8767225342885300436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8767225342885300436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8767225342885300436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='생일 축하합니다'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-512222413029582848</id><published>2009-10-03T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:16:16.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolf boy's Fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=green, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Lets rewind to a few days back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that I caught glimpses of eyes filled with fear,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the past, present and future,&lt;br /&gt;Though momentarily, &lt;br /&gt;Being directed at me.&lt;br /&gt;There is no basis to the worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However now that it caught my attention,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder, "why?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-512222413029582848?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/512222413029582848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=512222413029582848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/512222413029582848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/512222413029582848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/wolf-boys-fear.html' title='Wolf boy&apos;s Fear.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-559804098143828377</id><published>2009-10-02T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:27:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine tailed' pink power; Fatal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Thanks for today's transfer,&lt;br /&gt;You really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;I'm haunted by the ghost of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walked into McDonalds,&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone familiar,&lt;br /&gt;But not someone whom I do know at a personal level;&lt;br /&gt;It brought me back to the start of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years back, at the same Mcdonalds,&lt;br /&gt;A close friend was making an important decision,&lt;br /&gt;Which held two different paths,&lt;br /&gt;With two different individuals.&lt;br /&gt;In order to make the decision,&lt;br /&gt;He asked me a rather interesting question.&lt;br /&gt;After some thought, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these years,&lt;br /&gt;I regretted giving the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't have enough life experience to judge the question,&lt;br /&gt;I gave an amateur answer.&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted to change the past,&lt;br /&gt;Ever more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked,&lt;br /&gt;"The Person who loves you, or the Person who you love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know believe that I have the correct answer,&lt;br /&gt;But it us all too late,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have answered correctly then..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-559804098143828377?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/559804098143828377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=559804098143828377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/559804098143828377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/559804098143828377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/10/nine-tailed-pink-power-fatal.html' title='Nine tailed&apos; pink power; Fatal.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7670757776265955648</id><published>2009-09-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:54:05.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;If I Can't Redeem Myself,&lt;br /&gt;I'll Stay Like This, Forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7670757776265955648?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7670757776265955648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7670757776265955648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7670757776265955648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7670757776265955648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/eternity.html' title='Eternity.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3875551409088351125</id><published>2009-09-30T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:16:00.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the remaining lifespan of one year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;5 months ago, you told me you didn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;7 months later, I'll tell you why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3875551409088351125?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3875551409088351125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3875551409088351125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3875551409088351125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3875551409088351125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-remaining-lifespan-of-one-year.html' title='In the remaining lifespan of one year.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5399208984267188731</id><published>2009-09-29T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:22:27.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Oddly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll like to focus on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this one so special?&lt;br /&gt;If you want the answer, skip to the foot note,&lt;br /&gt;If not, carry on.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It was simple,&lt;br /&gt;It was real.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know I was dreaming until I woke up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after such a long time,&lt;br /&gt;A soft and kind whisper into my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Sent shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;With that closeness,&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally inhaled the sweet scent,&lt;br /&gt;and remember how much it used to linger.&lt;br /&gt;It had been so long,&lt;br /&gt;Yet even so,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop the warm sensation from rushing to my face.&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn away,&lt;br /&gt;But I was in a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;It is just so rude to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Reality catches up with me quick.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was interrupted,&lt;br /&gt;And never got a chance to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no basis to this dream,&lt;br /&gt;No logical conclusion I can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;(until 3 hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the purpose of this dream,&lt;br /&gt;Was to remind me to love myself,&lt;br /&gt;To not give up on life, as it did remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of how my voice did matter for once,&lt;br /&gt;And how I was told, "&lt;u&gt;Continue to live on&lt;/u&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because of the rare occasions,&lt;br /&gt;Because it wasn't meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason why it was special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5399208984267188731?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5399208984267188731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5399208984267188731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5399208984267188731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5399208984267188731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-623291997581990465</id><published>2009-09-28T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:01:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm&lt;br /&gt;Praying&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Longer&lt;br /&gt;Than&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Think &lt;br /&gt;It &lt;br /&gt;Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-623291997581990465?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/623291997581990465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=623291997581990465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/623291997581990465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/623291997581990465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-praying-that-this-body-lasts-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6481809398916266673</id><published>2009-09-22T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:34:36.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue: A Superficial Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;A Superficial Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No matter who I meet,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of the first questions are always of the superficial kind.&lt;br /&gt;"Why is your hair this color",&lt;br /&gt;"Are you mixed",&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you from".&lt;br /&gt;People &lt;i&gt;seem&lt;/i&gt; to believe that it is a good way to strike a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;But no one seemed to realise that I heard it million times over.&lt;br /&gt;Each of them, so caught up in their little bubble,&lt;br /&gt;That they never realise that appearance alone isn't the most important thing,&lt;br /&gt;As commonly said, &lt;i&gt;never judge a book by its cover&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;What which matters,&lt;br /&gt;Is that &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is my story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6481809398916266673?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6481809398916266673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6481809398916266673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6481809398916266673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6481809398916266673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/prologue-superficial-start.html' title='Prologue: A Superficial Start'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-5556417081457953035</id><published>2009-09-20T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:43:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the World Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Before the World Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road So Far:&lt;br /&gt;Memories at the loft.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Morning in the Shelters of LSCT.&lt;br /&gt;Bus and Boat, To Bintan!&lt;br /&gt;Boom Netting, The advent to Survival Island!&lt;br /&gt;Double to Single, The Kayaking Expedition.&lt;br /&gt;Fire and the fight against sandflies.&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor Cooking, Thanks for those who cooked me mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning of the Polar Bear.&lt;br /&gt;Lets Stone some Stone Fish.&lt;br /&gt;Seashore, Sea shells, Skipping Stones.&lt;br /&gt;Boom Netting, The return to Loola!&lt;br /&gt;The Super Cool Funky Bus!&lt;br /&gt;Watching over the Flying Fox.&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Desecrated Sand Pit.&lt;br /&gt;Campfire and the Flares!&lt;br /&gt;Short lived Disco Night.&lt;br /&gt;The Invasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6am and the sky is brightly lit.&lt;br /&gt;The Last Moments to the Camp Ending.&lt;br /&gt;Asleep and hurt; Bus Ride.&lt;br /&gt;How Rupiah10K is SGD1.50&lt;br /&gt;Boat Troubles&lt;br /&gt;Singapore; Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake and hurt; Bus Ride (2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, the rest is up to your imagination :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;It seems as though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask if "you're okay",&lt;br /&gt;They never seem to want an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;From what I reflected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have a massive skill pool,&lt;br /&gt;Or experience that can become game changers,&lt;br /&gt;There is no point if there isn't the basic leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;"Before the World Ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just have fears, but feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to face them.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear these pages down.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm really just too bad at expressing myself,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just hate to be ignored and shoved away,&lt;br /&gt;But none of that actually mattered, &lt;br /&gt;For a very long time,&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't have admitted to this crime,&lt;br /&gt;That deep down I'm hurting myself,&lt;br /&gt;And this has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;No one who knew me could do a thing,&lt;br /&gt;No one noticed;&lt;br /&gt;It took a stranger to tell me "you won't be sad forever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for the song of an angel &lt;br /&gt;To show me whats right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Self centered as it is,&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world.&lt;br /&gt;How sitting around won't do anything,&lt;br /&gt;As the voice of an angel once rang,&lt;br /&gt;"These wounds would eventually heal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the World Ends,&lt;br /&gt;Life will Flash before you,&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the First Beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Memories are important, &lt;br /&gt;If you don't note it down, &lt;br /&gt;You'll eventually forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5556417081457953035?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5556417081457953035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=5556417081457953035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5556417081457953035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/5556417081457953035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-world-ends.html' title='Before the World Ends'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8050578635545917829</id><published>2009-09-15T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:26:53.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;It would have been bad enough that I let you slipped through my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;But the really outrageous thing,&lt;br /&gt;That I detest about myself,&lt;br /&gt;Was that I didn't even have the courage to reach out and embrace you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8050578635545917829?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8050578635545917829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8050578635545917829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;On this day, a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;I hated you, &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;, perhaps still hate you for not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that deep down,&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being so helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2118748292668116956?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2118748292668116956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=2118748292668116956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2118748292668116956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/2118748292668116956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-arent-any.html' title='There aren&apos;t any.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3534799957347066746</id><published>2009-09-14T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:09:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I loathe myself,&lt;br /&gt;For lowering my head,&lt;br /&gt;And not being able to acknowledge that you were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3534799957347066746?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3534799957347066746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3534799957347066746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3534799957347066746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3534799957347066746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/khoo.html' title='khoo.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-6867737998082916282</id><published>2009-09-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:49:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To the &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; whom I locked eyes with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I look forward to meeting you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-6867737998082916282?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6867737998082916282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=6867737998082916282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6867737998082916282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/6867737998082916282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyes.html' title='Eyes.'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-7911218094835110732</id><published>2009-09-02T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:05:37.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsuzuku Sekai</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=blue, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Tsuzuku Sekai - Shoko Nakagawa (Shokotan :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Song of the Week:&lt;/i&gt; Tsuzuku Sekai - Shoko Nakagawa (a.k.a Shokotan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though she didn't recently rise to fame,&lt;br /&gt;I recently got to know of her,&lt;br /&gt;and she is probably my second to&lt;/i&gt; High and Mighty Color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Of course its a &lt;u&gt;Japanese Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below is the English translation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;How much time has to pass before it will stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that runs down my frozen, unmovable cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Every time I breath, it moves farther away&lt;br /&gt;The precious world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Without being able to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everything spills down&lt;br /&gt;I grasp it tight to keep from letting go&lt;br /&gt;This pain and that warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;How much do I have to scream before it reaches you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings simply continue to rain down with no hope of being granted&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I have to give up everything in exchange&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Without being able to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everything spills down&lt;br /&gt;I rise from the ashes to keep from letting go&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and our days together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Could it be at that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you smile beside me&lt;br /&gt;For forever, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;Without being able to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your everything spills down&lt;br /&gt;I rise from the ashes to keep from letting go&lt;br /&gt;Your voice and our days together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Without being able to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My everything spills down&lt;br /&gt;I grasp it tight to keep from letting go&lt;br /&gt;This pain and that warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-7911218094835110732?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7911218094835110732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=7911218094835110732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7911218094835110732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/7911218094835110732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/09/tsuzuku-sekai.html' title='Tsuzuku Sekai'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-8714826569143523202</id><published>2009-08-20T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:53:34.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Fragments</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Scarlet Fragments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For &lt;b&gt;07 GHOST&lt;/b&gt; fans&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;AKA NO KAKERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MANGA: &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/07_Ghost/"&gt;http://www.onemanga.com/07_Ghost/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIME: Can downloaded from &lt;a href="http://www.dattebayo.com"&gt;Dattebayo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;A thirsty voice crying out is heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfasten the darkness within the memory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Always the final answer's choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;As you don't know what the truth is&lt;br /&gt;To return to the brightness&lt;br /&gt;You pass through thousands of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33FF00;"&gt;The scarlet fragments that won't return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasping tightly, and continuing doubtfully&lt;br /&gt;Until you discover the eye that reflects you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Born of hollow idle thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no strength just to atone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Always lost somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing something without form&lt;br /&gt;Again entangled in chains that won't be broken away&lt;br /&gt;Struggling and searching&lt;br /&gt;Crawling up through a continuing cruel time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF99ff;"&gt;The crumbling memory of snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeling in closer, seeming to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Until obtaining the strength not to hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hurting, to hurt, a world only of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can be forgiven, the door waiting for you will open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Hold tightly to the memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the journey without an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;The blue fragments searched for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are overflowing at your chest&lt;br /&gt;Hold tightly to the memory&lt;br /&gt;To the journey without an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:gold;"&gt;Until you discover the seven souls and the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dPDhOsBq8x/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dPDhOsBq8x/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a 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Container:"ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_mediaplayer_flashcontent",&lt;br /&gt;  IsVideo: false,&lt;br /&gt;  IsVideoPlaylist: false,&lt;br /&gt;  UseAdapTV: false&lt;br /&gt; });&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-8714826569143523202?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8714826569143523202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=8714826569143523202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8714826569143523202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/8714826569143523202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/08/scarlet-fragments.html' title='Scarlet Fragments'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-3260609348809550179</id><published>2009-08-17T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:06:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;  filter:glow(color=red, strength=4); height: 2px;"&gt;Missing Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Even the Internet can't help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as easy as that,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it can't be found.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it is too old for someone to post on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;But since they do update it,&lt;br /&gt;There should be publishers, or anything,&lt;br /&gt;to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it really can't be done,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go there myself.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the hard part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-3260609348809550179?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3260609348809550179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3606726015057480963&amp;postID=3260609348809550179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3260609348809550179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3606726015057480963/posts/default/3260609348809550179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-links.html' title='Missing Links'/><author><name>Nothing In Particular</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03179685726560454755</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-3606726015057480963.post-2403400302747435541</id><published>2009-08-12T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:39:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px; color:#33FF00;"&gt;I'm not even sure whether will I like how the new laptop looks like.&lt;br /&gt;It may not even operate as well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its the sacrifice I made,&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to love it more than the one I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-2403400302747435541?l=slayer-journal.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-3606726015057480963.post-5140003335974498095</id><published>2009-08-11T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:34:45.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break it or Lose It</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calibri; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It Is Either Break It Or Lose It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sometimes There Isn't Even A Choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3606726015057480963-5140003335974498095?l=slayer-journal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slayer-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5140003335974498095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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