<?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-21985424</id><updated>2011-09-13T00:12:22.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>astray</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7826556641047576347</id><published>2011-09-13T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:12:22.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality.</title><content type='html'>我相信苦涩的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;不相信甜美的誓言。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7826556641047576347?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7826556641047576347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7826556641047576347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7826556641047576347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7826556641047576347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/09/reality.html' title='reality.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8222634484500647902</id><published>2011-08-24T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:38:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self deluded.</title><content type='html'>谁知極限不是崩溃，&lt;br /&gt;不是自暴自弃&lt;br /&gt;而是伪装。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一种悲伤的伪装。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-8222634484500647902?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/8222634484500647902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=8222634484500647902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8222634484500647902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8222634484500647902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-deluded.html' title='self deluded.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5162973462879169153</id><published>2011-08-23T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:56:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... an llipsis.</title><content type='html'>but saying it's a defensive move&lt;br /&gt;might be seen as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it doesn't matter, though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5162973462879169153?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5162973462879169153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5162973462879169153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5162973462879169153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5162973462879169153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/08/but-saying-its-defensive-move-might-be.html' title='... an llipsis.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3388721252027249117</id><published>2011-08-16T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:36:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart of metal</title><content type='html'>another 'clunk' sounded&lt;br /&gt;on my metal padded shoulders&lt;br /&gt;another weight to carry&lt;br /&gt;on this tiny scrawny body&lt;br /&gt;submerging in self pity&lt;br /&gt;loathing every second of it&lt;br /&gt;it isn't words of comfort i'm seeking&lt;br /&gt;it more isn't the need for help&lt;br /&gt;or attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5862053629874912908</id><published>2011-08-12T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:33:53.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't exist here</title><content type='html'>once, i drop at the mention of your name&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful tinkle sending butterflies to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;making me queasy, making me sick&lt;br /&gt;your touch i long so much&lt;br /&gt;my sanity losing&lt;br /&gt;burning at the tips.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go to bed now&lt;br /&gt;for you to invade my dreams&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5862053629874912908?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7969432436291320955</id><published>2011-08-11T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:26:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a pounding head and an aching body&lt;br /&gt;so much too much from a dying love&lt;br /&gt;questions of worthiness questions&lt;br /&gt;to deny. it wasn't self voluntary,&lt;br /&gt;it was what was to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me deceived, i have you played&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't difficult,&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever was&lt;br /&gt;now who is the biggest fool&lt;br /&gt;i ponder once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7969432436291320955?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5683992493196372080</id><published>2011-08-05T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:31:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TER1tyIwgZI/AAAAAAAABIw/S7bbetmcWTg/s1600/tumblr_kwoklnQu951qadcnoo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TER1tyIwgZI/AAAAAAAABIw/S7bbetmcWTg/s400/tumblr_kwoklnQu951qadcnoo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495646874711916946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All directions point me towards you but you are pointing me away, from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5683992493196372080?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5683992493196372080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5683992493196372080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5683992493196372080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5683992493196372080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-way-street.html' title='One way street'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TER1tyIwgZI/AAAAAAAABIw/S7bbetmcWTg/s72-c/tumblr_kwoklnQu951qadcnoo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7127833814718058211</id><published>2011-06-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:56:05.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never liked the cold</title><content type='html'>In your arms&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the covers&lt;br /&gt;I was warm&lt;br /&gt;Safe from the chill&lt;br /&gt;Of the outside world&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in you&lt;br /&gt;But now the blanket is gone&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me shivering &lt;br /&gt;And exposed&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;To come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7127833814718058211?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7127833814718058211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7127833814718058211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7127833814718058211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7127833814718058211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never-liked-cold.html' title='i never liked the cold'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2324603067417933129</id><published>2011-06-20T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:13:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>顿悟</title><content type='html'>原来，最伤心的，不是失去，&lt;br /&gt;而是在可以拥有时没有好好珍惜；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，最难过的，不是分手，&lt;br /&gt;而是你已经完全没感觉不再爱我；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，最遗憾的，不是离开，&lt;br /&gt;而是从头到尾都不敢好好地去爱。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2324603067417933129?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2324603067417933129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2324603067417933129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2324603067417933129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2324603067417933129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_20.html' title='顿悟'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2088774885455304333</id><published>2011-06-11T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:10:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不知道在妄想什么</title><content type='html'>天下没有不散的宴席&lt;br /&gt;也没有不落幕的剧情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使完美无瑕，&lt;br /&gt;也只是表面功夫。&lt;br /&gt;你不明白的，&lt;br /&gt;永远超乎你想像。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾經相信，&lt;br /&gt;曾經失望。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2088774885455304333?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2088774885455304333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2088774885455304333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2088774885455304333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2088774885455304333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='不知道在妄想什么'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2638391698105498471</id><published>2011-05-07T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:48:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the crown-less shall again, be king.</title><content type='html'>evil lurks around you,&lt;br /&gt;you are no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my triumphant days will be back,&lt;br /&gt;where i answer to no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little people blocking my way,&lt;br /&gt;look down upon them i shall.&lt;br /&gt;disdain written on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never worthy,&lt;br /&gt;and never shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2638391698105498471?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2638391698105498471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2638391698105498471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2638391698105498471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2638391698105498471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-crown-less-shall-again-be-king.html' title='and the crown-less shall again, be king.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1123511921790512572</id><published>2011-05-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:00:33.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still as real as could be.</title><content type='html'>what have i done,&lt;br /&gt;to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be looked down upon,&lt;br /&gt;to have everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed route,&lt;br /&gt;but i am still me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aren't i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1123511921790512572?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1123511921790512572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=1123511921790512572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1123511921790512572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1123511921790512572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-as-real-as-could-be.html' title='still as real as could be.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-745614174473564689</id><published>2011-04-29T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:38:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are, at a junction.</title><content type='html'>there are parts of me that you can't accept,&lt;br /&gt;and there are parts of me that i can't accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot leave myself,&lt;br /&gt;unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;i will never have an option,&lt;br /&gt;unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say your goodbyes and leave for good,&lt;br /&gt;before you hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;literally included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-745614174473564689?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/745614174473564689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=745614174473564689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/745614174473564689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/745614174473564689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-we-are-at-junction.html' title='here we are, at a junction.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5671799201028282212</id><published>2011-04-27T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:10:47.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in my mind.</title><content type='html'>You were what I have always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;You had something I would never find in another.&lt;br /&gt;Something that pulls me towards you.&lt;br /&gt;You were what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You, were never real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5671799201028282212?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5671799201028282212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5671799201028282212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5671799201028282212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5671799201028282212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-all-in-my-mind.html' title='it&apos;s all in my mind.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-908451888873773133</id><published>2011-04-23T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:08:04.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubles will cease, eventually.</title><content type='html'>never a moment like this,&lt;br /&gt;have i ever felt more alone&lt;br /&gt;it isn't the need to have someone beside&lt;br /&gt;it more isn't the need,&lt;br /&gt;to hear words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone,&lt;br /&gt;till the morning sky lights up&lt;br /&gt;and the cheerful chirping begins.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be reminded that it's a new day&lt;br /&gt;and that troubles of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;are not allowed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7640777554474779842</id><published>2011-04-16T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:12:57.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To infinity, but not beyond.</title><content type='html'>Time fell asleep on duty.&lt;br /&gt;Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set ourselves free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7640777554474779842?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7640777554474779842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7640777554474779842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7640777554474779842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7640777554474779842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-infinity-but-not-beyond.html' title='To infinity, but not beyond.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2875319007693554217</id><published>2011-04-13T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:06:32.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we collided and burst into flames.</title><content type='html'>You and me.&lt;br /&gt;Two individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Floating around space aimlessly and freely.&lt;br /&gt;One day, we collided. Sparks sparkled. &lt;br /&gt;Everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;A new story began.&lt;br /&gt;A heartache to be told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2875319007693554217?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2875319007693554217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2875319007693554217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2875319007693554217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2875319007693554217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-collided-and-burst-into-flames.html' title='we collided and burst into flames.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5132605781625471609</id><published>2010-11-26T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:49:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check in with the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and see what you've become.&lt;br /&gt;lies after lies,&lt;br /&gt;escaping your pathetic mouth.&lt;br /&gt;spinning more and more,&lt;br /&gt;in hopes of them becoming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, i can't even bear to talk to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5132605781625471609?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5132605781625471609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5132605781625471609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5132605781625471609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5132605781625471609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/11/check-in-with-mirror-and-see-what-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6564743669701042362</id><published>2010-10-26T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:32:06.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the helplessness in her words&lt;br /&gt;those words were all she could think of&lt;br /&gt;and they were all she needed&lt;br /&gt;to express her thoughts and feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are stirring something in me&lt;br /&gt;making my heart ache&lt;br /&gt;and i sigh at how fragile we are&lt;br /&gt;and how we all wished to be save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6564743669701042362?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6564743669701042362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6564743669701042362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6564743669701042362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6564743669701042362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/10/helplessness-i-her-words-those-words.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5961007143381047597</id><published>2010-10-25T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:09:46.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you chewed me well,&lt;br /&gt;and spat me out.&lt;br /&gt;you make me want you so much&lt;br /&gt;and left me dying on the cold hard floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, now.&lt;br /&gt;keep those demons down&lt;br /&gt;let your desires burn&lt;br /&gt;but never to see the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5961007143381047597?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5961007143381047597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5961007143381047597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5961007143381047597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5961007143381047597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-chewed-me-well-and-spat-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5940835303964212258</id><published>2010-10-08T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:55:00.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last of the last.</title><content type='html'>i never wanted to leave you behind,&lt;br /&gt;but i had to go,&lt;br /&gt;just like how you left.&lt;br /&gt;i can't fight anymore,&lt;br /&gt;not now maybe later&lt;br /&gt;if there ever is a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;but i really have to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5940835303964212258?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5940835303964212258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5940835303964212258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5940835303964212258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5940835303964212258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-of-last.html' title='last of the last.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6750712941040408386</id><published>2010-09-28T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:24:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if the lies were all true?</title><content type='html'>keeping the truth under covers&lt;br /&gt;hiding it well, even from myself&lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight&lt;br /&gt;i shall face them,&lt;br /&gt;face the naked truth,&lt;br /&gt;the truth that changed me&lt;br /&gt;into a deceiving liar.&lt;br /&gt;do not disturb,&lt;br /&gt;i will hang it on my doorknob.&lt;br /&gt;but oh,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you are not submissive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6750712941040408386?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3510191956210593274</id><published>2010-09-27T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:54:32.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a storm is brewing.</title><content type='html'>trembling hands and a head full of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;quiet, keep silent, sit still.&lt;br /&gt;a disorder, caused by anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;biting nails and an uneasy expression.&lt;br /&gt;something is coming,&lt;br /&gt;or it might have came.&lt;br /&gt;suppress it, keep it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'but keep your guards high'&lt;br /&gt;she says to me.&lt;br /&gt;and that i shall do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3510191956210593274?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7050008484742433136</id><published>2010-09-25T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:34:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innocence.</title><content type='html'>dubious about the world's innocence&lt;br /&gt;under this weak moonlight&lt;br /&gt;not my doing, no it's you.&lt;br /&gt;devoured my heart&lt;br /&gt;in similar ways&lt;br /&gt;to how the moon is being swallowed&lt;br /&gt;into the dark&lt;br /&gt;but amidst the black skies&lt;br /&gt;lies massive luminous balls of plasma&lt;br /&gt;stars, as you might call them&lt;br /&gt;blinking weakly.&lt;br /&gt;for in every hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;you will find a glimmer of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1355930520739839898</id><published>2010-09-19T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:50:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>otherwise</title><content type='html'>you should know,&lt;br /&gt;you should know&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aloof expressions,&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand them&lt;br /&gt;so you are mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;thinking i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;i should know better,&lt;br /&gt;i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should know.&lt;br /&gt;know my silence,&lt;br /&gt;know my indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;it's really okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know me,&lt;br /&gt;but not completely.&lt;br /&gt;i know you,&lt;br /&gt;no, i knew you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1355930520739839898?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1355930520739839898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=1355930520739839898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1355930520739839898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1355930520739839898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/09/otherwise.html' title='otherwise'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8228683844920243103</id><published>2010-09-13T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:36:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuck in a recurring moment,&lt;br /&gt;hitting dead ends over again.&lt;br /&gt;the vague vision of you,&lt;br /&gt;like a blurred picture&lt;br /&gt;printed in vivid colours&lt;br /&gt;slowly fading to grey.&lt;br /&gt;burning out all the imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;starting from your face.&lt;br /&gt;and all that's left&lt;br /&gt;were ashes on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6190589806825601507</id><published>2010-09-12T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:43:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the bottom up.</title><content type='html'>with music playing by my ears,&lt;br /&gt;relaxing every muscle in my body.&lt;br /&gt;letting the soft music flow through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;slipping in and out of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i fought to be conscious,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to familiarize with this heavenly emotion.&lt;br /&gt;my soul was taken on a journey,&lt;br /&gt;an euphoric sense.&lt;br /&gt;this beautiful blissfulness&lt;br /&gt;i can never describe with words.&lt;br /&gt;and as bliss invokes sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i gave in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1797423571995308205</id><published>2010-09-06T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:57:38.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a moment</title><content type='html'>you lighted your cigarette&lt;br /&gt;i watched as you dragged it.&lt;br /&gt;ashes fell to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes following it.&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized by the way you blew smoke out,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;fogging up my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;my face became expressionless&lt;br /&gt;as i inhale what you exhaled.&lt;br /&gt;captivated by the way you work,&lt;br /&gt;i was transported to another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;the smell lingered around my nose,&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes and took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;i have to remember this smell,&lt;br /&gt;i have to remember you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1797423571995308205?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1797423571995308205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=1797423571995308205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1797423571995308205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1797423571995308205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-moment.html' title='feeling a moment'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6912404773602804383</id><published>2010-09-03T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:02:57.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never been better.</title><content type='html'>doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;nothing matters and nothing ever mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what good does biting the lips and frowning do?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes everything hit you harder.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you even worse.&lt;br /&gt;it forces you to admit you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6912404773602804383?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8036030651339645487</id><published>2010-08-29T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:21:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight, i am vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;tears welling up at every thought,&lt;br /&gt;threatening to roll down.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be going down&lt;br /&gt;down the way i prospected.&lt;br /&gt;killing me from the inside,&lt;br /&gt;slowly and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i give in.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-8036030651339645487?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2268889775414617297</id><published>2010-08-26T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:25:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, not a fisherman.</title><content type='html'>tangled up in this little game of yours,&lt;br /&gt;but no, i am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;you hauled your net in,&lt;br /&gt;not a big catch&lt;br /&gt;but one, you only wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;you took your pick,&lt;br /&gt;after thinking hard and long.&lt;br /&gt;threw the other fishes on the boat,&lt;br /&gt;you left them struggling&lt;br /&gt;after charming each and every one.&lt;br /&gt;you threw them on the boat,&lt;br /&gt;turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;you left them to die,&lt;br /&gt;without a second glance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2268889775414617297?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2268889775414617297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2268889775414617297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2268889775414617297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2268889775414617297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-not-fisherman.html' title='no, not a fisherman.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7986432452715003336</id><published>2010-08-25T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:05:40.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a simple task</title><content type='html'>the music travelled to my ears&lt;br /&gt;and before i could yell stop,&lt;br /&gt;images played before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i keep a straight face, until i saw you&lt;br /&gt;at that instance,&lt;br /&gt;everything became so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;even breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7986432452715003336?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3360347222393883486</id><published>2010-08-21T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:19:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't let go</title><content type='html'>but i know so well,&lt;br /&gt;of how much you can't be mine.&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't let go,&lt;br /&gt;i have to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;and for that,&lt;br /&gt;everyone says i'm sick, gravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish to see everything clearly,&lt;br /&gt;but the more i try, the more i fail to.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i reached heaven,&lt;br /&gt;yet disappointments never cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see the clearer picture,&lt;br /&gt;yet the more i see, the more my heart aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7921691397276263703</id><published>2010-08-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:01:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spilled you out on paper,&lt;br /&gt;scribbling madly, pouring you out.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it will be enough,&lt;br /&gt;to get you out of my veins&lt;br /&gt;and out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;but as i write,&lt;br /&gt;you dug yourself deeper in&lt;br /&gt;and an intense pain hit me.&lt;br /&gt;i lost you to an epiphany,&lt;br /&gt;we both lost to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since then, i've been trapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7921691397276263703?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4404437505021283651</id><published>2010-08-12T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:46:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badass reality</title><content type='html'>you held my hand and told me forever&lt;br /&gt;i was naive, but i didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;it never existed, for me at least&lt;br /&gt;but you went on and on&lt;br /&gt;saying things you never once said&lt;br /&gt;it was the last day of our lives&lt;br /&gt;nothing is going to stop you now&lt;br /&gt;so you went on and on&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling wide&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand and looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;those sad eyes of yours&lt;br /&gt;i listen to you talk&lt;br /&gt;all words hit me so hard&lt;br /&gt;and you went on and on&lt;br /&gt;your words they burn&lt;br /&gt;on my skin&lt;br /&gt;carved themselves on my bones&lt;br /&gt;and settled in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i opened my mouth, wanting to speak&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4404437505021283651?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4404437505021283651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4404437505021283651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4404437505021283651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4404437505021283651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2121754138534789375</id><published>2010-08-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:21:01.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but she knows, although she sees the light&lt;br /&gt;that greater darkness lies beyond.&lt;br /&gt;she cringes in her sleep,&lt;br /&gt;unable to wake up. no,&lt;br /&gt;unwilling to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;lying horizontally, so comforting to her.&lt;br /&gt;close to death, she felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2121754138534789375?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3108168517170500135</id><published>2010-08-01T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:12:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only my words could be as beautiful as you are.&lt;br /&gt;But this is nothing. Writing is a way for me to fill empty space,&lt;br /&gt;loneliness, boredom. It's an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;It's "I'm not alone, I'm writing!"&lt;br /&gt;I am alone, but if words will bring me to you, then I'll keep writing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll combine these alphabets just right and the language&lt;br /&gt;will again bring me to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3108168517170500135?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3108168517170500135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3108168517170500135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3108168517170500135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3108168517170500135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-only-my-words-could-be-as-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3184300413686057601</id><published>2010-07-28T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:40:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underground</title><content type='html'>in a dark tunnel all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;i never did once tell you,&lt;br /&gt;how afraid i am of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do this alone,&lt;br /&gt;but alone was the only way out.&lt;br /&gt;i open my eyes wide, straining till they hurt&lt;br /&gt;made out small lights,&lt;br /&gt;lights smaller than a fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;blinking, i thought i found my hope, my light&lt;br /&gt;i try to grasp them,&lt;br /&gt;but all i caught was empty space.&lt;br /&gt;brought me up to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;and slammed down hard on the concrete floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the light at the end of the tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;stand rooted, i will lest i stray.&lt;br /&gt;waiting, no, not waiting.&lt;br /&gt;stumbling my way out,&lt;br /&gt;finding an exit of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3184300413686057601?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3184300413686057601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>nothing is going to be enough.</title><content type='html'>my heart, enveloped by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;swallowing me up, polluting my mind&lt;br /&gt;and every other part of me.&lt;br /&gt;restless, when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;unable to stop the mind from wandering,&lt;br /&gt;i sink deeper into reality&lt;br /&gt;and immersing myself in my sad sad world.&lt;br /&gt;injecting hope into my veins,&lt;br /&gt;increasing dosage every minute on the hour,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how helpless it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impulsive is tonight.&lt;br /&gt;for hopelessness drives me to a corner,&lt;br /&gt;kicking and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;i wish to get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;the emotion so strong,&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming me, drowning out sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I plead, I beseech&lt;br /&gt;but none is enough.&lt;br /&gt;please save me,&lt;br /&gt;I cry once again.&lt;br /&gt;bring me to somewhere new,&lt;br /&gt;I beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7054672872479575717?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7054672872479575717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7054672872479575717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7054672872479575717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7054672872479575717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-is-going-to-be-enough.html' title='nothing is going to be enough.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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and again, consistently.&lt;br /&gt;drowning drowning, i'm drowning.&lt;br /&gt;not flailing my arms, not struggling, i give in.&lt;br /&gt;peace will reside, i just have to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;scenes flashing before me, body heat escaping.&lt;br /&gt;so this is the end, the ultimate end.&lt;br /&gt;the death of everything.&lt;br /&gt;and not just my being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-315000037035905075?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/315000037035905075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=315000037035905075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5146215639045108955</id><published>2010-07-25T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:25:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a recurring mark.</title><content type='html'>understanding, residing far from me.&lt;br /&gt;troubling me but I don't try to get facts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it was a lesson learned, an experience gained.&lt;br /&gt;yes because it's easier yet no,&lt;br /&gt;because it's what we need. ultimately. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;stoned, I do not wish to think.&lt;br /&gt;do not move onwards without me&lt;br /&gt;but how long, how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hopes come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;despite it been protected by bricks.&lt;br /&gt;weak or perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;it was never stable to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;so hopelessness follows me,&lt;br /&gt;even into the light.&lt;br /&gt;darkness calls upon death,&lt;br /&gt;giving me another chance to beautify myself.&lt;br /&gt;not appearance wise though.&lt;br /&gt;shake it off, you say?&lt;br /&gt;deny your request, sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;attached itself to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;because in hopelessness I find myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5146215639045108955?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5146215639045108955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5146215639045108955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5146215639045108955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5146215639045108955'/><link 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/&gt;etched there and there you will stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-9088886710171207192?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/9088886710171207192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=9088886710171207192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9088886710171207192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9088886710171207192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-will-take-you-back-in.html' 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you,&lt;br /&gt;freedom starts with you.&lt;br /&gt;so come, come my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;be my escapism, my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;free me from this wretched body,&lt;br /&gt;free me from myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2124864769707482430?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2124864769707482430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2124864769707482430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2124864769707482430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2124864769707482430'/><link rel='alternate' 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answer.&lt;br /&gt;she sheds her protective layer,&lt;br /&gt;allowing herself to be vulnerable and weak.&lt;br /&gt;her thoughts she did not restrict,&lt;br /&gt;memories she did not filter.&lt;br /&gt;her vision became blur as tears formed.&lt;br /&gt;her mind started wandering everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;to the ones she love, and the ones she dislikes&lt;br /&gt;all the hurt and happiness she went through&lt;br /&gt;the disappointments and guilts&lt;br /&gt;and to the one she can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;there was no sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;but peace resides&lt;br /&gt;in this chaotic world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-586031481541430953?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/586031481541430953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1510283854274839902</id><published>2010-07-10T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:46:59.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for nothing.</title><content type='html'>you came by the opposite direction,&lt;br /&gt;busy getting to your destination&lt;br /&gt;you didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;pushed back your hair in a headband,&lt;br /&gt;just like the way i first saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, like two black holes&lt;br /&gt;they just keep looking forward&lt;br /&gt;with no hint of longing for me.&lt;br /&gt;our paths, like two parallel lines,&lt;br /&gt;they will never become a perpendicular.&lt;br /&gt;twist and turn and miraculously avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;under the same sky, yet ironically,&lt;br /&gt;looking at a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst the crowded street,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, they search for you unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;they laid on you, and almost immediately, the heart wrenches.&lt;br /&gt;stole a second glance,&lt;br /&gt;awkwardness written all over your face.&lt;br /&gt;our eyes, they never met each other.&lt;br /&gt;but looking at your face,&lt;br /&gt;time came to a standstill, everyone seemed to vanish&lt;br /&gt;for that fleeting moment.&lt;br /&gt;but vibrations of the phone snapped me back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;people started walking, blocking my path to you,&lt;br /&gt;blocking my view of vision for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like we were both clueless.&lt;br /&gt;it felt like there was still a connection between us.&lt;br /&gt;it felt like we both wanted something we couldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is just what i made up in my imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3846039307992926184</id><published>2010-07-08T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:14:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not as simple as abc.</title><content type='html'>every breath I take, equivalent to inhaling a part of us.&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes, feeling the heart wrench in pain.&lt;br /&gt;numbness washes over me,&lt;br /&gt;and I quickly divert my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;robbed again, robbed clean of everything.&lt;br /&gt;was taught that speaking your mind,&lt;br /&gt;will be able to change things.&lt;br /&gt;but proven wrong once again,&lt;br /&gt;and I return to the bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped justifying, I stopped reasoning&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the annoyance, I stop feeling the anger.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps everything was already laid out nicely in front of us&lt;br /&gt;but we procrastinated too much&lt;br /&gt;letting the feelings grow and blossom&lt;br /&gt;so now it hurts us,&lt;br /&gt;in every imaginable way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life isn't fair,&lt;br /&gt;so why should it be to me?&lt;br /&gt;always the ultimate loser,&lt;br /&gt;although appearing otherwise at first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3846039307992926184?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3846039307992926184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3846039307992926184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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words that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;and then, slowly stringing them into sentences.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts. my inner world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, it was stolen, the voice that speaks&lt;br /&gt;by what, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was the price of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps it was the pointlessness I find&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the fear that developed overtime.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid, I spoke my mind freely.&lt;br /&gt;but not my thoughts. not my inner world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired of justifying, I just want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;if words means nothing once again,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll swallow them back in,&lt;br /&gt;into this black hole I call the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubts floats around my head,&lt;br /&gt;so why not yours too?&lt;br /&gt;not your fault, neither is it mine&lt;br /&gt;but whose is it then?&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, linking back,&lt;br /&gt;everything started with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the bullets, shooting at me.&lt;br /&gt;injuring me time and again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up strong, so hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;take your best shot, aim right into the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3882748951276329058?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3882748951276329058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3882748951276329058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3882748951276329058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3882748951276329058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-dont-really-care-but-hold-on.html' title='they don&apos;t really care, but hold on anyway.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6919346527108354811</id><published>2010-07-05T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:45:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging in between</title><content type='html'>fear of the unknown,&lt;br /&gt;bursting the sanity bubble.&lt;br /&gt;fear of the already happened,&lt;br /&gt;drowning out the rationality.&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat palpitating,&lt;br /&gt;perspiring cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;mind wandering towards target,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts becoming unclear.&lt;br /&gt;eyes zoning out,&lt;br /&gt;questions popping out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;not in search of answers,&lt;br /&gt;oh, not in search of answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6919346527108354811?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6919346527108354811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6919346527108354811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6919346527108354811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6919346527108354811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/07/hanging-in-between.html' title='hanging in between'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4616310593657572284</id><published>2010-07-02T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:55:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest people are the saddest.</title><content type='html'>sighing helplessly,&lt;br /&gt;the jester hangs his head low.&lt;br /&gt;he knows his place,&lt;br /&gt;nothing of a worthy character.&lt;br /&gt;no, not even close.&lt;br /&gt;his words, people scoff and never believes.&lt;br /&gt;heard too many times&lt;br /&gt;that he starts to feel that way too.&lt;br /&gt;sick of this world,&lt;br /&gt;constantly bringing him down.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't understand humans,&lt;br /&gt;although he is one.&lt;br /&gt;why do they speak ill of him,&lt;br /&gt;when all he did was bring joy.&lt;br /&gt;his world, no one understands,&lt;br /&gt;it only exists in shades of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps to himself,&lt;br /&gt;too much too often.&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows of the unhappiness he has,&lt;br /&gt;contained deep in him.&lt;br /&gt;so much so he wishes to be free,&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;but do not judge him as a loser who gives up,&lt;br /&gt;the world has disappointed him,&lt;br /&gt;and so has himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never thought this day would come,&lt;br /&gt;the day the thought of giving up crosses his mind.&lt;br /&gt;he wishes to be set free&lt;br /&gt;from the world of deceit,&lt;br /&gt;where happiness doesn't really exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4616310593657572284?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4616310593657572284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4616310593657572284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4616310593657572284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4616310593657572284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiest-people-are-saddest.html' title='the happiest people are the saddest.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3405549966501220373</id><published>2010-06-28T20:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:25:38.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you swore you were flying.</title><content type='html'>a hectic day, a mind in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;distracted is the word, uncertainty is the fear.&lt;br /&gt;what is heavy during the day, becomes lightweight in the night.&lt;br /&gt;soaking in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;relaxing every muscle in the body&lt;br /&gt;but that is not enough,&lt;br /&gt;not enough to stop the heart from pumping.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts overwhelming, rushing to spill out.&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes, she said to me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;everything will come to a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;the earth stops spinning&lt;br /&gt;the hands on the clock stops moving&lt;br /&gt;welcome sleep, invite him to stay over&lt;br /&gt;for there are endless dreams to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3405549966501220373?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3405549966501220373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3405549966501220373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3405549966501220373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3405549966501220373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-swore-you-were-flying.html' title='you swore you were flying.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5416145054617272491</id><published>2010-06-26T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:35:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overlapping.</title><content type='html'>I gave up long ago.&lt;br /&gt;But you gave up even earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5416145054617272491?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5416145054617272491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5416145054617272491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5416145054617272491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5416145054617272491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/overlapping.html' title='overlapping.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4573825389494437282</id><published>2010-06-18T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:30:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my words, they no longer hold any significance.&lt;br /&gt;trust, just can't be tagged on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;doubt follows me, even into the dark&lt;br /&gt;but i don't blame anyone, especially you.&lt;br /&gt;you have every right in doing so, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;for i've disappointed you far too many times.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, even i have trusting issues with myself.&lt;br /&gt;so stick that stamp on me, for now.&lt;br /&gt;but have faith in me, i beseech you,&lt;br /&gt;when i say i am changing for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4573825389494437282?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4573825389494437282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4573825389494437282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4573825389494437282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4573825389494437282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-words-they-no-longer-hold-any.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5055983055332306881</id><published>2010-06-16T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:30:27.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud nine.</title><content type='html'>I am a dreamer. A heavy dreamer, that I don’t deny. I have my head up high in the clouds, but my feet firmly on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no beautiful wings to speak of, nor do I have the courage to fly too far. But I am desperate. I desire so much, so much to spread this broken wings of mine. The skies, they are calling out to me, whispering in my ear, telling me of the freedom I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desires, they burn. Strong and wild. Hungry to fly, to find my own skies, to find a haven I can safely call home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5055983055332306881?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5055983055332306881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5055983055332306881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5055983055332306881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5055983055332306881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/cloud-nine.html' title='cloud nine.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6568022356235620755</id><published>2010-06-11T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:51:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a sign, beckoning me to forward&lt;br /&gt;putting down my burden&lt;br /&gt;running forward with all my might&lt;br /&gt;living in denial, no longer an option&lt;br /&gt;fear, exist no more&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, they see nothing but the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;your face, nothing but a fading memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my mistake, for thinking you'll be worth it&lt;br /&gt;an honest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get over myself, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;leading me to apologize to you&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be exonerated, from myself, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of saying this,&lt;br /&gt;but this time&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;it's the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6568022356235620755?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6568022356235620755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6568022356235620755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6568022356235620755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6568022356235620755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/sign-beckoning-me-to-forward-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5898944686280604817</id><published>2010-06-10T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:24:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stoned&lt;br /&gt;your face appears&lt;br /&gt;a text all typed out&lt;br /&gt;a thought expressed&lt;br /&gt;strength drained&lt;br /&gt;message left unsent&lt;br /&gt;heavy eyelids&lt;br /&gt;mind wide awake&lt;br /&gt;trapped between sleep and being awake&lt;br /&gt;struggles to think&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;sleep sets in&lt;br /&gt;morning sun breaks out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when night falls,&lt;br /&gt;everything repeats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5898944686280604817?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5898944686280604817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5898944686280604817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5898944686280604817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5898944686280604817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/stoned-your-face-appears-text-all-typed.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5147132663323335540</id><published>2010-06-09T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:36:22.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love crept in, quietly and carefully.&lt;br /&gt;when did it happen, I am not aware.&lt;br /&gt;settling itself, ready for a long stay.&lt;br /&gt;surrendering myself, accepting defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love, realized too late.&lt;br /&gt;silently, I leave.&lt;br /&gt;but my heart, my heart it stays rooted.&lt;br /&gt;helpless, I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7756150372579745534</id><published>2010-06-05T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:23:39.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wives.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling hopeless ever since 1st of June. It's not a bad thing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I've been feeling really happy ever since June started. Sometimes, I still think about us, but that's it. That's all it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because, I'm really satisfied with my life right now. Nothing could go wrong, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what I'm searching for, this simple thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAoxKeWL_WI/AAAAAAAABH4/ISypI4130Qc/s1600/29850_1376877268017_1414431963_31108222_1264718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAoxKeWL_WI/AAAAAAAABH4/ISypI4130Qc/s400/29850_1376877268017_1414431963_31108222_1264718_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479245952664206690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7756150372579745534?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7756150372579745534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7756150372579745534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7756150372579745534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7756150372579745534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear.html' title='wives.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAoxKeWL_WI/AAAAAAAABH4/ISypI4130Qc/s72-c/29850_1376877268017_1414431963_31108222_1264718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4460862875120497927</id><published>2010-06-04T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:27:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anywhere, everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNs4eFknI/AAAAAAAABHw/TU3eC2aO1fI/s1600/29750_1377829011810_1414431963_31111223_8045580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNs4eFknI/AAAAAAAABHw/TU3eC2aO1fI/s320/29750_1377829011810_1414431963_31111223_8045580_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784748908548722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVzbaRqI/AAAAAAAABHo/HiUcQXrwvBk/s1600/29750_1377832611900_1414431963_31111269_4228687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVzbaRqI/AAAAAAAABHo/HiUcQXrwvBk/s320/29750_1377832611900_1414431963_31111269_4228687_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784352418154146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVbNcdrI/AAAAAAAABHg/Yim2nIgZkko/s1600/29750_1377832291892_1414431963_31111262_7357558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVbNcdrI/AAAAAAAABHg/Yim2nIgZkko/s320/29750_1377832291892_1414431963_31111262_7357558_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784345917126322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVNUjvAI/AAAAAAAABHY/2I0C6qNwIec/s1600/29750_1377832171889_1414431963_31111259_2567971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNVNUjvAI/AAAAAAAABHY/2I0C6qNwIec/s320/29750_1377832171889_1414431963_31111259_2567971_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784342188866562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNUl4ttiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LZN8BScUGA8/s1600/29750_1377830131838_1414431963_31111246_1065159_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNUl4ttiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LZN8BScUGA8/s320/29750_1377830131838_1414431963_31111246_1065159_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784331603097122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNUc0gODI/AAAAAAAABHI/97Z3Z3O8_YQ/s1600/29750_1377828731803_1414431963_31111218_1536805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNUc0gODI/AAAAAAAABHI/97Z3Z3O8_YQ/s320/29750_1377828731803_1414431963_31111218_1536805_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784329169516594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, please do not judge me by my unglamorous pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4460862875120497927?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4460862875120497927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4460862875120497927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4460862875120497927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4460862875120497927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/anywhere-everywhere.html' title='anywhere, everywhere.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAiNs4eFknI/AAAAAAAABHw/TU3eC2aO1fI/s72-c/29750_1377829011810_1414431963_31111223_8045580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8758933588696342720</id><published>2010-06-03T13:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:24:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAdKmv3j-0I/AAAAAAAABHA/Kra4-oa_gKI/s1600/29850_1376877588025_1414431963_31108228_1169876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAdKmv3j-0I/AAAAAAAABHA/Kra4-oa_gKI/s320/29850_1376877588025_1414431963_31108228_1169876_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478429501264493378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAdKmBHXScI/AAAAAAAABG4/76aTqoWfmpg/s1600/29850_1376877548024_1414431963_31108227_6376022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAdKmBHXScI/AAAAAAAABG4/76aTqoWfmpg/s320/29850_1376877548024_1414431963_31108227_6376022_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478429488714303938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5bZHvdPI/AAAAAAAABGw/YyDJJdzvi8I/s1600/29850_1376873707928_1414431963_31108176_7543613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5bZHvdPI/AAAAAAAABGw/YyDJJdzvi8I/s320/29850_1376873707928_1414431963_31108176_7543613_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410614482105586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5a9WePTI/AAAAAAAABGo/D1cnEYPaQ-8/s1600/29850_1376873227916_1414431963_31108166_6479347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5a9WePTI/AAAAAAAABGo/D1cnEYPaQ-8/s320/29850_1376873227916_1414431963_31108166_6479347_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410607027698994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5akyczAI/AAAAAAAABGg/khAoirrdF5s/s1600/29850_1376877188015_1414431963_31108221_967582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc5akyczAI/AAAAAAAABGg/khAoirrdF5s/s320/29850_1376877188015_1414431963_31108221_967582_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478410600434158594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4eDaNW2I/AAAAAAAABGY/iA3pcgxrmDU/s1600/29850_1376875307968_1414431963_31108209_4414972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4eDaNW2I/AAAAAAAABGY/iA3pcgxrmDU/s320/29850_1376875307968_1414431963_31108209_4414972_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478409560681962338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4FTV0lvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sDPVsOHQtcA/s1600/29850_1376878108038_1414431963_31108238_5311899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4EmY8UaI/AAAAAAAABGA/1rsON9ODZmI/s320/29850_1376874907958_1414431963_31108199_3086323_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478409123395293602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4EKzdlcI/AAAAAAAABF4/XaSEk1NiDss/s1600/29850_1376874387945_1414431963_31108188_5679130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4EKzdlcI/AAAAAAAABF4/XaSEk1NiDss/s320/29850_1376874387945_1414431963_31108188_5679130_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478409115990332866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4D_aq7LI/AAAAAAAABFw/pXW8q_EGFMg/s1600/19254_301298905923_754975923_3613976_1942248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAc4D_aq7LI/AAAAAAAABFw/pXW8q_EGFMg/s320/19254_301298905923_754975923_3613976_1942248_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478409112933559474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some are blurred, I just thought that these photos are interestingly funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-8758933588696342720?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/8758933588696342720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=8758933588696342720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8758933588696342720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8758933588696342720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/funny.html' title='FUNny.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TAdKmv3j-0I/AAAAAAAABHA/Kra4-oa_gKI/s72-c/29850_1376877588025_1414431963_31108228_1169876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6639045223627528820</id><published>2010-06-01T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:15:25.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timeless.</title><content type='html'>Let's see what's new in my life, currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;My right eye is irritating the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing better to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Having two weeks holidays from school!&lt;br /&gt;PP approved, got to start work on a 2000 word report.&lt;br /&gt;Java assignment still left untouched, collecting virtual dust.&lt;br /&gt;Am back to being a fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut, and am thinking of getting it shorter.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped writing, well, at least not for people to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Everyday. Stronger and stronger. Swallowing me. One day, it will. Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6639045223627528820?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6639045223627528820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6639045223627528820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6639045223627528820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6639045223627528820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-see-whats-new-in-my-life-currently.html' title='timeless.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7032408899417220737</id><published>2010-05-30T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:05:14.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnecting.</title><content type='html'>I'm good now. Really good now. I don't mean to keep harping on this issue but I'd like to put a closure to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You judged me, that hurts but I couldn't care less anymore. You think what you want, and I'll do whatever pleases me. I've accepted everything, everything you did and said. In short, I've accepted reality. I stopped deceiving myself. However, I don't deny that there's a part of me that's still living in the past. I'm split into two. One in the past, the other in the present. One is a dreamer, the other is a realist. One with so much emotions, the other indifferent to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts drift to you, to us, I don't hold back. Yes, I still hope to see your name appear in my inbox. Silly, I am aware. Occasionally, I think of what could have been if we were still good. I wonder at how certain things will end up if everything were different and yes, occasionally, I still get heartaches when I'm reminded of what I had and lost, but do not be worried for me, for letting go doesn't mean I have to pretend things didn't happen. These heartaches are a proof. Proof of what I had, of what I've done to bring myself here, at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not my first thought every morning anymore, but you are the one I think of before I close my eyes every night. I wonder where you are, and what you are doing. How sad for me, isn't it? I do not forget you, I do not forget us. I am still holding on, despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have moved on and me? I'm in the midst of doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7032408899417220737?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7032408899417220737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7032408899417220737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7032408899417220737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7032408899417220737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/05/disconnecting.html' title='disconnecting.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-9143232920770278447</id><published>2010-05-21T23:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:35:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of myself. Literally. All these thoughts of you, annoying the hell out of me. And all these, in turn, annoying you. I never meant anything in a bad way, but you failed to see that, misunderstanding me. It is fully my fault, that, I don't deny. So, I'm sorry, sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being such an annoyance to you. Sorry to all the things I did and never do. Sorry that you are still in my mind, sorry for being so stubborn, unable to let go. Sorry for still holding on to that hope that things will turn around and get better between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I get too upset or when I recall all those things you said, I die a little inside, but when hope hits me, it revives. And of course, I know better than to get all hopeful because in reality, it doesn't work that way. It was my own doing after all, for this day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought of us, makes me cringe. Yes, I do miss you. Whenever I think about all those negative things you said, I will always try my very best not to let it get to me. Instead, I try and think about all those moments that I enjoyed. Sometimes, I'll get all smiley and get really contented with what I had but sometimes, I'll want more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can only drown in my own sorrows, in what could have been. I had a second chance, but I blew it. I, single handedly, destroyed everything. Someday, somehow, I know. I'll bounce back, stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm not worth it." That, I quote from you. I got pretty annoyed when I heard that but I don't try to argue anymore. If you believe you are not worth it, then so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, but contented. I'm happy that I'm leading a happier life than before. Happy that I have such great friends to keep me going through the days. Happy that I have some important people in my life to live and feel different emotions for and not mop around everyday reminiscing the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll say goodbye to my yesterdays and live for the moment, something I couldn't quite grasp before I met you. And as for myself, I hope someday you will totally be evicted out from my mind, my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, dearest, will not remember me as annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-9143232920770278447?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/9143232920770278447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=9143232920770278447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9143232920770278447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9143232920770278447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-all-i-did-was-like-you.html' title='goodnight, goodbye.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4142916716334594603</id><published>2010-05-20T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:30:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistake</title><content type='html'>let's just stay low.&lt;br /&gt;out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pretend none of this happened.&lt;br /&gt;you are still you.&lt;br /&gt;I am still me.&lt;br /&gt;we never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go back to zero.&lt;br /&gt;judgements we made recently,&lt;br /&gt;all erased.&lt;br /&gt;troubles of us,&lt;br /&gt;all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to how it was,&lt;br /&gt;and so will you.&lt;br /&gt;for all this was a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my fault,&lt;br /&gt;for this day to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4142916716334594603?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4142916716334594603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4142916716334594603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4142916716334594603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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down on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;my darling, I really wish to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she haunts you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;but you, you are haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;shadows lurking, enveloping, suffocating&lt;br /&gt;footsteps getting heavier, gradually&lt;br /&gt;vision blurring, thoughts filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called out your name,&lt;br /&gt;you brushed me off,&lt;br /&gt;walking away.&lt;br /&gt;returning to the world of you and her ghost&lt;br /&gt;"I live in a different time.", you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless and tired&lt;br /&gt;asking you to get out of my world&lt;br /&gt;but oh, how much I wish to take that back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5204749866822491215?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5204749866822491215/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;unsure once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not scoff&lt;br /&gt;as i am but a weak human&lt;br /&gt;crying, wishing and hoping&lt;br /&gt;getting myself nowhere but deeper down the earth&lt;br /&gt;why, oh why&lt;br /&gt;why do i not see the truth&lt;br /&gt;even when it comes smacking in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your face i abhor, tonight&lt;br /&gt;grimacing at my hands&lt;br /&gt;the hands you once held&lt;br /&gt;tired and disgusted&lt;br /&gt;with everything regarding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puzzled at myself&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;why why why,&lt;br /&gt;nothing but a recurring question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-621550748504637432?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/621550748504637432/comments/default' title='Post 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aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;causing someone to think about you&lt;br /&gt;every minute on the hour&lt;br /&gt;indifferent you are&lt;br /&gt;passing days in your safe little cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;you captured my attention again&lt;br /&gt;how i crave for you,&lt;br /&gt;for you to put me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;but it's occupied,&lt;br /&gt;how sad for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting with a person of the past&lt;br /&gt;how do i even win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do you sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;if you knew i never gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-9117954916987288501?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/9117954916987288501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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reigns</title><content type='html'>night falls, and my thought goes to you&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness, oh how i welcome thee&lt;br /&gt;a habit i never tried my best to change&lt;br /&gt;although secretly hoping it'll disappear one day&lt;br /&gt;for it was painful&lt;br /&gt;and you never knew about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing by the strings&lt;br /&gt;oh, maybe i am but a fool&lt;br /&gt;hanging on to every worthless word&lt;br /&gt;holding on with every ounce of strength&lt;br /&gt;doing the opposite of what everyone says&lt;br /&gt;wrong, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;digging at my own grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories come flooding back&lt;br /&gt;leeching on them&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes and smile&lt;br /&gt;we were once someone&lt;br /&gt;in each others lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;i open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you come to my head once again&lt;br /&gt;then the pain strikes me&lt;br /&gt;knowing you'll not be beside me&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i sigh for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;unsure of what i want&lt;br /&gt;giving up and escaping&lt;br /&gt;bombards my mind&lt;br /&gt;but the more i think&lt;br /&gt;the more i want you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose my rationality, lose my sense&lt;br /&gt;maybe you are a habit, a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;getting rid of you, losing a part of me&lt;br /&gt;oh, how that scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4698667892562855917?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4698667892562855917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4698667892562855917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to a few. And if that's the case, why am I still holding on like a fool? I always ask myself that question, and I always get a recurring answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they mean something to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too bad for myself, I don't mean anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters to me anymore. I just want to be happy. I'm really tired of all these drama in my life. I don't need all these problems encircling my life. First was bad enough, the second just made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first doesn't hurt that much, for he just don't know what he wants and me, I expected it more or less. I was fighting a losing battle, but I was too stubborn. I want to fight, I don't believe in surrendering, even when I've lost. I was surprised at myself, for saying certain things. I never knew I had so much courage, but still, nothing changed. He left the game and it struck me. It was a one-sided fight. I was the one who can't let go. I was the fool. All the things he said, I don't even know which to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was disappointing. I was speechless, I was deeply misunderstood. I tried my very best to clear it, saying everything that I thought I could keep it a secret for as long as I can. I don't know if anything is going to change, and I don't even know if change is good now. And the words, I never knew it'll sting so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know myself too well, even I doubt myself when I say I'm letting go. For tomorrow, I might just want to fight all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so helpless. So helpless to the extend that I just want to escape from everything. I really want to. I really don't know if what I've said can actually help, but when actions can't be shown, I can only rely on words and probably hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm some psycho, but I like this pain feeling. Makes everything around me more real. Makes me feel alive, and it forces me to think, decide, accept and change. Most importantly, it opens up my eyes to see who are the ones I should be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6987204264658111073?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6987204264658111073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6987204264658111073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6987204264658111073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6987204264658111073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-stubborn-too-foolish.html' title='wave after wave.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-5998929002293009970</id><published>2010-05-02T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:23:33.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but don't take me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate you, i don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my own problem.&lt;br /&gt;too stubborn, too foolish.&lt;br /&gt;can't let go, have to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;i need something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;to help me pass my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be an attention seeking bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-5998929002293009970?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/5998929002293009970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=5998929002293009970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5998929002293009970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/5998929002293009970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-dont-take-me-wrong-way.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2114195258302579517</id><published>2010-05-01T17:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:11:31.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reckless abandon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never wanted any of this anyway. No, I'm not consoling myself. All that I've said, was just a quarter of what I think, of what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, right from the start, I just wanted you beside me. Then, when you proposed that question, I see it as a bonus. I like that I can think of you freely, whenever and wherever I want. I like that I can miss you and not feel like I've lost you. I like that you are talking to me first but most importantly, I like that we are someone in each others' lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left nothing but words that hurt. Your apologies, somehow, I half heartedly accepted them. I never believed that you are really sorry, you are just sorry you got caught up in your own lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were someone I trusted and believed in, a lot. Too bad, I stopped. But words that you spoke of in our yesterdays, I'll choose to believe them and I'll still choose to believe that you really meant what you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, this time I'll be the bad guy. You don't have to avoid me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll avoid you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2114195258302579517?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2114195258302579517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2114195258302579517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2114195258302579517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2114195258302579517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/05/reckless-abandon.html' title='reckless abandon.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8277068879995600016</id><published>2010-04-29T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:09:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is getting too much, I'm getting tired. I want everyone to shut up, including myself. I want all my thoughts to sort out themselves. I want everything to be good again, I want us to be good again. I want to start running away, I want to ignore everything and everyone. I don't want to make decisions, I want to go along with you. I want to stick to you, I want your skin against mine. I just want to spend my time with you. I just want to be happy. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want to be invisible. I want to stop time. I want everything and everything to go smoothly or better yet, the way I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to do things for myself. I don't want to compromise with people. I want my own life. I don't want to deal with myself. I don't want to deceive myself anymore. I don't want to think about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-8277068879995600016?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/8277068879995600016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=8277068879995600016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8277068879995600016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8277068879995600016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464428531552357202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;look at me.&lt;br /&gt;say nothing,&lt;br /&gt;feel everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in just one night&lt;br /&gt;i'll bare all of me,&lt;br /&gt;letting you penetrate through my heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;my skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the helplessness in each others' eyes&lt;br /&gt;while we sigh at our loss&lt;br /&gt;i will leave you the next moment,&lt;br /&gt;with no regrets in my decision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1061022037329193163?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1061022037329193163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6834418229384853470</id><published>2010-04-24T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:01.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so safe.&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;beating against my ear.&lt;br /&gt;the rhythmic pounding,&lt;br /&gt;became my lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave in,&lt;br /&gt;you lost to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i was not enough,&lt;br /&gt;but you were worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i not see,&lt;br /&gt;that you are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;why do i continue fighting,&lt;br /&gt;when i've already lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6834418229384853470?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6932449999570993337</id><published>2010-04-21T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:37:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why did I deny myself of all emotions,&lt;br /&gt;at this heartbreaking moment.&lt;br /&gt;lost in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;can't let go, was told to give up&lt;br /&gt;what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many words left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;yet I don't want to be loser&lt;br /&gt;a loser who clings on,&lt;br /&gt;a loser who can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much for you to shut up,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to run.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;nodded and smile,&lt;br /&gt;with words trapped in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to regret,&lt;br /&gt;I want to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and be injured all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6932449999570993337?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6932449999570993337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6932449999570993337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6932449999570993337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6932449999570993337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-deny-myself-of-all-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6634073721761108403</id><published>2010-04-18T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:41:13.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;but thoughts attack every night&lt;br /&gt;sleep lost through this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt the warmth on my hand&lt;br /&gt;and the smell that lingers&lt;br /&gt;heart wants to agree&lt;br /&gt;yet the brain is stopping&lt;br /&gt;both as stubborn&lt;br /&gt;not willing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know so clear,&lt;br /&gt;to live for the moment&lt;br /&gt;and leave the future to unravel itself&lt;br /&gt;but it's just not enough to risk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6634073721761108403?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6634073721761108403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6634073721761108403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6634073721761108403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6634073721761108403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-exhausted-physically-and-emotionally.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2258762417764446503</id><published>2010-04-17T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T11:45:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the voice, the expressions, the panic,&lt;br /&gt;haunting me whenever I try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;images replaying when I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;sounds in my mind drowning out everything else.&lt;br /&gt;the fear, so deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food shared is always so nice.&lt;br /&gt;now that I eat alone,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even finish it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to the three of us&lt;br /&gt;that not seeing either one just makes me uneasy&lt;br /&gt;not eating with them, is even worse&lt;br /&gt;decisions aren't made wisely, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2258762417764446503?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2258762417764446503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2258762417764446503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2258762417764446503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2258762417764446503'/><link 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them&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to see then&lt;br /&gt;all the time wasted&lt;br /&gt;but what irony&lt;br /&gt;for at that time&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a waste at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think horribly about people&lt;br /&gt;and you are no exception&lt;br /&gt;but I chose the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;choosing to believe every word you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swear all these shit&lt;br /&gt;you are going to be no more important than I am to you&lt;br /&gt;much less talk about significance&lt;br /&gt;unless you show and let me know&lt;br /&gt;that you should be someone special&lt;br /&gt;but I know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, will be the very last of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7607993283768824900?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-108037002905373538</id><published>2010-04-05T16:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:13:29.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I look over my wants and needs. I look over my own feelings. I don't know what's best for myself, I don't even know what I want or need. I just know I got to be strong. For myself, for my sanity, for my peace of mind. I have no time for fear, no time to feel weak for I only have myself to count on. I expect a lot of things from myself, but I never really expected anyone to do anything for me. I guess, I'm pretty selfish with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget things. I forget that three's a crowd. I forget that I'm a third party. I forget that I'm one person. I forget that things are not like they used to be anymore. In those little arguments, I walk as far as possible. I act ignorant because they just remind me of how alone I am. And that fear, deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid. Stupid for all the things I've done, stupid for all the people that I've trusted. Up till now, I still can't believe it. I get all helpless when I think about it. Why were you like that, why did you do that? You knew it, yet you didn't restrict yourself around her. What were you thinking? And whenever I want to describe that disbelief, I just can't seem to find the right words to. I'm not able to describe how miserable I felt then. About you, about what you've done. I can't erase them, no matter how hard I try. That feeling, I can't forget. The way you seemed happy, disgusts me. From then on, you've soiled the image I have of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-108037002905373538?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/108037002905373538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=108037002905373538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/108037002905373538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/108037002905373538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-look-over-my-wants-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3995846787994676946</id><published>2010-04-04T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:51:54.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7i7ZYagYDI/AAAAAAAABFU/c9SLbDsAw10/s1600/20090217095516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7i7ZYagYDI/AAAAAAAABFU/c9SLbDsAw10/s400/20090217095516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456316993284104242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood why I was so upset this few days. All the tears that I've accumulated these past few days, all let out within one night. I feel so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to apologize to my besties though. I've been the killjoy for gatherings, saying no to all the fun things. But at that time, I really didn't have the mood for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3995846787994676946?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3995846787994676946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3995846787994676946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3995846787994676946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3995846787994676946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-finally-understood-why-i-was-so-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7i7ZYagYDI/AAAAAAAABFU/c9SLbDsAw10/s72-c/20090217095516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-6135757721258033232</id><published>2010-04-03T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:12:48.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, gone were those days.</title><content type='html'>I miss the better half of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half that's still unharmed by the workings of the heart. That half that's still unexposed to the trust issues among humans. All smiles and laughter, and fun is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone has to grow up; Have to realize the bitter part of reality and change accordingly. We can't be stuck at that certain glorious part of our lives. We have to move forward too. Have to, no matter how much we are unwilling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the better half of myself, terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-6135757721258033232?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/6135757721258033232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=6135757721258033232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6135757721258033232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/6135757721258033232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/04/gone-gone-were-those-days.html' title='Gone, gone were those days.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-335578663190265993</id><published>2010-03-31T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:42:41.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7NnV4JgUDI/AAAAAAAABFM/afVaL0Gtz6A/s1600/tumblr_l052isCWg61qaiau5o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7NnV4JgUDI/AAAAAAAABFM/afVaL0Gtz6A/s400/tumblr_l052isCWg61qaiau5o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817199222968370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the drops hitting my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-335578663190265993?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/335578663190265993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=335578663190265993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/335578663190265993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/335578663190265993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-it-when-it-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S7NnV4JgUDI/AAAAAAAABFM/afVaL0Gtz6A/s72-c/tumblr_l052isCWg61qaiau5o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4862827940418609268</id><published>2010-03-30T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:53:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not an option.</title><content type='html'>stop wavering and stick to your decision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know you've had enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know there's no chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop holding on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start letting go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it's the only choice now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4862827940418609268?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3591007653771866551</id><published>2010-03-29T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:47:11.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runtastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;screams filled the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gasping for more oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running, escaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the fear that's closing in on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughter escaped our mouths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at how ridiculous everyone was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's probably the beauty of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3591007653771866551?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3591007653771866551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3591007653771866551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3591007653771866551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3591007653771866551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/runtastic.html' title='runtastic.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-9038653870271720521</id><published>2010-03-26T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:52:56.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helpless sighs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S6xxn4ZmyrI/AAAAAAAABFE/8RuWwQUvpWc/s1600/tumblr_kthv41RsxW1qa46kno1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S6xxn4ZmyrI/AAAAAAAABFE/8RuWwQUvpWc/s400/tumblr_kthv41RsxW1qa46kno1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452858178807450290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the thought of pouring out everything inside me to a person scares me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just making myself more vulnerable to that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like, I'm welcoming that person to hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what was I thinking, when I said I'll bare everything out to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I trust you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me feel so, assured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-9038653870271720521?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/9038653870271720521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=9038653870271720521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9038653870271720521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/9038653870271720521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/helpless-sighs.html' title='helpless sighs.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S6xxn4ZmyrI/AAAAAAAABFE/8RuWwQUvpWc/s72-c/tumblr_kthv41RsxW1qa46kno1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7792931503000731713</id><published>2010-03-23T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:40:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>I've been hanging out at Starbucks way too much.&lt;div&gt;I'm craving for vanilla latte but never had it because I was too afraid it'll keep me up all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like hanging out at Starbucks, because it struck me recently that I feel it's actually a place I always run to when I need a breather from thinking about stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, I'm so addicted to coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how I lose my sleep over thinking about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate how I've mixed up reality world and fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick and tired of constantly thinking about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I want to hear your voice, your laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what if all that's between us are silence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much I don't want to let that happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I can actually do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, if I had the courage, I'll tell you everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although I don't have much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll confess everything to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7792931503000731713?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7792931503000731713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7792931503000731713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7792931503000731713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7792931503000731713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1415031779769854517</id><published>2010-03-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:03:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you grow up, your heart dies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S549j0oNHtI/AAAAAAAABEs/577j7HnHsWc/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S549j0oNHtI/AAAAAAAABEs/577j7HnHsWc/s400/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448860284796870354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun that's gradually disappearing&lt;br /&gt;numbers probing us to be wiser&lt;br /&gt;stubborn as a mule&lt;br /&gt;never letting that get its way&lt;br /&gt;clueless and helpless&lt;br /&gt;finding joy in every smallest crack on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic creatures we are&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;to get away from heartaches, confusion, hatred&lt;br /&gt;unsure of the number of steps we have to take&lt;br /&gt;but taking them as big as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past we shake loose&lt;br /&gt;the present we endure&lt;br /&gt;the future we can't comprehend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1415031779769854517?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1415031779769854517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=1415031779769854517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1415031779769854517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1415031779769854517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-grow-up-your-heart-dies.html' title='when you grow up, your heart dies.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S549j0oNHtI/AAAAAAAABEs/577j7HnHsWc/s72-c/DSC02426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2170895898501234471</id><published>2010-03-14T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:02:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power of rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5vNvMvT6YI/AAAAAAAABEk/vhrMrNGa3xQ/s1600-h/DSC02406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5vNvMvT6YI/AAAAAAAABEk/vhrMrNGa3xQ/s400/DSC02406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448174384991955330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple, the start of the night.&lt;br /&gt;soul and heart, taken away.&lt;br /&gt;the occasional adrenaline rush,&lt;br /&gt;the touching moments.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the edge of the chair,&lt;br /&gt;allowing myself to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;so absorbed in his world,&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;everything has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple lights, the ending of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replaying the scenes again,&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting even the smallest details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2170895898501234471?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2170895898501234471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2170895898501234471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2170895898501234471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2170895898501234471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-rock.html' title='power of rock.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5vNvMvT6YI/AAAAAAAABEk/vhrMrNGa3xQ/s72-c/DSC02406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-1388357697023314828</id><published>2010-03-11T17:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:57:57.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's you, not us.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say, after what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I did a lot of thinking. I just don't understand why did all these have to happen? Maybe you went through lots of things before we knew you, resulting you in treating us like this. Maybe you lost trust in humans, maybe, you did all these to protect yourself. I don't know. I'm really clueless. This are only my assumptions, I don't know you that well. I'm not in a position to judge anything, to conclude anything. But too bad I'm busy protecting myself against you, so there's hardly any space left for me to be friends with you whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. I think we ought to thank you. You're helping us realize who's good for us, and who's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-1388357697023314828?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/1388357697023314828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=1388357697023314828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1388357697023314828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/1388357697023314828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-for-nothing.html' title='it&apos;s you, not us.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2874278632105521227</id><published>2010-03-08T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:58:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a mask, and i'll start speaking the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5UVtPiKX6I/AAAAAAAABEc/7dZx6pD2txo/s1600-h/tumblr_kyy18aZEs41qzwaddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5UVtPiKX6I/AAAAAAAABEc/7dZx6pD2txo/s400/tumblr_kyy18aZEs41qzwaddo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283191382597538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to lose all knowledge of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I don't have to start explaining,&lt;br /&gt;or start finding excuses for myself&lt;br /&gt;because that, will just make everything worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2874278632105521227?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2874278632105521227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2874278632105521227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2874278632105521227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2874278632105521227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-mask-and-ill-start-speaking.html' title='give me a mask, and i&apos;ll start speaking the truth.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5UVtPiKX6I/AAAAAAAABEc/7dZx6pD2txo/s72-c/tumblr_kyy18aZEs41qzwaddo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3071323397427041537</id><published>2010-03-07T01:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:51:28.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad &gt; good</title><content type='html'>Just shut up la, talk so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3071323397427041537?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3071323397427041537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3071323397427041537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3071323397427041537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3071323397427041537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-good.html' title='bad &gt; good'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-7664848918406639084</id><published>2010-03-06T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:00:08.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hint of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5E369d8oZI/AAAAAAAABEU/SsXSCLBNafw/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5E369d8oZI/AAAAAAAABEU/SsXSCLBNafw/s400/DSC02355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445194910539751826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things changed,&lt;br /&gt;feelings stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days that were once so clear&lt;br /&gt;playing in vivid colours&lt;br /&gt;became so vague&lt;br /&gt;available only in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories that we held on&lt;br /&gt;fading away, bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;like a fire burning&lt;br /&gt;at the tip&lt;br /&gt;destroying everything in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times we spent complaining&lt;br /&gt;the years we hoped to fast forward&lt;br /&gt;now we sigh at what we didn't cherish&lt;br /&gt;wishing it'll all be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-7664848918406639084?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/7664848918406639084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=7664848918406639084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7664848918406639084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/7664848918406639084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/hint-of_06.html' title='a hint of..'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5E369d8oZI/AAAAAAAABEU/SsXSCLBNafw/s72-c/DSC02355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-2413199556418377988</id><published>2010-03-05T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:47:53.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plan B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5CPiT3lhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/PKPCOMvTh5Q/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5CPiT3lhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/PKPCOMvTh5Q/s400/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445009769102673474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started the day,&lt;br /&gt;with reminiscences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but happiness doesn't stay&lt;br /&gt;sadness creeping in slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;we all had one thing in common,&lt;br /&gt;our mind was in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts running wild,&lt;br /&gt;doubts we can't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troubled, with different things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-2413199556418377988?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/2413199556418377988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=2413199556418377988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2413199556418377988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/2413199556418377988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/plan-b.html' title='plan B.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S5CPiT3lhkI/AAAAAAAABD0/PKPCOMvTh5Q/s72-c/DSC02351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-4603122079854085739</id><published>2010-03-03T19:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:03:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can be each others' secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;And just so you know right, that hurt feeling I secretly love it, it makes me feel so alive and human. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-4603122079854085739?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/4603122079854085739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=4603122079854085739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4603122079854085739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/4603122079854085739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-can-be-each-others-secret.html' title='we can be each others&apos; secret.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-3923060719935819800</id><published>2010-03-02T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:59:06.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4z9XbTkF-I/AAAAAAAABDk/M8ECQ-9FKYA/s1600-h/Spongebob_and_Patrick_by_ANIME_JOCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4z9XbTkF-I/AAAAAAAABDk/M8ECQ-9FKYA/s400/Spongebob_and_Patrick_by_ANIME_JOCK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444004628492720098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob: What do you usually do when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Wait for you to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-3923060719935819800?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/3923060719935819800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=3923060719935819800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3923060719935819800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/3923060719935819800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/spongebob-what-do-you-usually-do-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4z9XbTkF-I/AAAAAAAABDk/M8ECQ-9FKYA/s72-c/Spongebob_and_Patrick_by_ANIME_JOCK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21985424.post-8766869487082277569</id><published>2010-03-01T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:07:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody monday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4vYJ-Uo-UI/AAAAAAAABDM/FhbcA5jMowQ/s1600-h/6014_106412869857_744004857_2198337_1355883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4vYJ-Uo-UI/AAAAAAAABDM/FhbcA5jMowQ/s400/6014_106412869857_744004857_2198337_1355883_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443682240467368258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21985424-8766869487082277569?l=pul-chritude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/feeds/8766869487082277569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21985424&amp;postID=8766869487082277569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8766869487082277569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21985424/posts/default/8766869487082277569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pul-chritude.blogspot.com/2010/03/bloody-monday-night.html' title='bloody monday night.'/><author><name>ME.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/TEAflB2PiJI/AAAAAAAABIE/rk2ACmuTcrQ/S220/tumblr_l59yzi3eoD1qaiau5o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_gCXvsNlxw/S4vYJ-Uo-UI/AAAAAAAABDM/FhbcA5jMowQ/s72-c/6014_106412869857_744004857_2198337_1355883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
