<?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-589234578304533141</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:44:45.054-07:00</updated><category term='R.I.P Mcqueen.'/><category term='Love and life.'/><category term='Fun.'/><category term='Rejection.'/><category term='Death.'/><category term='Learning.'/><category term='My childhood memories'/><category term='Missing you.'/><category term='Survival.'/><category term='Never Ever.'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Friendship.'/><category term='Last words.'/><category term='I wanna be where the wild things are.'/><category term='Solitude.'/><category term='2010.'/><category term='My thoughts.'/><category term='Sweet Talk.'/><category term='Lost.'/><category term='Food.'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='Proposal.'/><category term='Relationship.'/><category term='My inner child.'/><category term='Life.'/><category term='Promises.'/><title type='text'>The songs of Butterflies.</title><subtitle type='html'>When the memories fade, so will the soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-3319097210161622525</id><published>2010-09-28T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:06:33.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I got you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BdyI8Uwmus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BdyI8Uwmus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-3319097210161622525?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/3319097210161622525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-i-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3319097210161622525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3319097210161622525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-i-got-you.html' title='Baby, I got you.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6292702251442881479</id><published>2010-09-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:52:00.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TJWGWAO7FAI/AAAAAAAACK8/VPEuTbrOCO8/s1600/katy-perry-teenage-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TJWGWAO7FAI/AAAAAAAACK8/VPEuTbrOCO8/s320/katy-perry-teenage-dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518464630990246914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On this sunny sunday morning, the skies are blue and clear, the sound of cars, the smell of my room and as i type, my mind, filled with a million thoughts and questions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to look back when i am all old and wrinkled only to regret the choices i have made for myself as a teenager. As fickle-minded for someone like me, i wanted to be everything and have my hands on every single possible job, i wanted to try, to experiment, to finally know what is really for me. I thought i've found my purpose in life and i thought i was ready to take off. But it seems like, life is constantly changing, constantly unsure and unpredictable. It's like waiting for an episode of "life" to upload before you can actually react to what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after so many hurdles in life, i have come to terms with how it can be so cruel to you at one point and at another to be so comforting and uplifting. It's like a hot and cold thing going on and it can sometimes drives me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep asking myself questions like, why are we even created? And what purpose do we have on this earth when our final destination in life is, death. We do not live to die, right? And that is why, probably, religion is created. Was it even real to begin with? No one has proof, no one is standing up for what they believe in anymore. Everything is unstable and pretentious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things in life that i am dying to discover. I'm not sure if i can live till that day to see this earth crumble before my very eyes. To see god, descend from heaven on judgement day. To see the end of war and the birth of eternal peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes, it is so much easier to just not care and quit. But it's just too sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally understand why some people chose end their life. Cause living can be quite a chore and after a while, you don't even know what the heck you're living for. Money? Fame? Love? All this do not last, you know it. But you still want it and you don't know why. Cause everyone is after these? Like someone has an iphone makes you want to get one too? When someone is popular and famous, it makes you think that, hey, i can be and i want to be like that person. But you know, all this, cannot be forever. The ones with unanswered prayers are people who have given up trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people have nothing. No goals, no dreams. Even if they do have, or rather once had, they've given up. They are jaded. No one is listening. No one cares. How depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to help these people, even at the expense of my own time and energy. Because the world really is not that dull, i chose to believe that it is not that heartless. It's the environment and people that you're with. More importantly, it is all in the mind. I know i can't save the entire world and i only chose to help those who really want to help themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone at a certain point in life, can get a little selfish and self-absorbed. We cannot blame them for it. It is the better for themselves, to protect their interest and to somewhat put up a front or a motive behind why they are like that. It can be disgusting, yes, but like animals, we all fight for survival. I hate to say this, but it's a dog eat dog society out there. The battle of the fittest, the strongest shall prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without support, without a team of strong fighters, your herd would probably be eliminated by your enemies. I hope to build a strong team, a group of excellent fighters, each skilled in their own area of specialty. A fortress for all potential talents to be nurtured and moulded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixing around with like-minded people makes me feel great. It empowers me as an individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i also think that once in a while, it's good to have some pressure, so one can be stronger and more resilient during crunch time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the days go pass, i am slowly discovering and unraveling the answers to life. You have one time to be young, to live a fabulous life, love someone, love life, dance till you die, be young forever. Smile at every mistake you make, because there is still time to change. Learn to ignore people's bad comments on what you personally believe in because sometimes, they just want to get you down and out. Stand up strong and fight like you're young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RNJLPCDyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22RNJLPCDyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6292702251442881479?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6292702251442881479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/09/young-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6292702251442881479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6292702251442881479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/09/young-forever.html' title='Young forever?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TJWGWAO7FAI/AAAAAAAACK8/VPEuTbrOCO8/s72-c/katy-perry-teenage-dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5605519155446726847</id><published>2010-08-15T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:43:25.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Ever.'/><title type='text'>Never Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TGfSq5fbsXI/AAAAAAAACKs/PHCXWfvJLps/s1600/wagon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TGfSq5fbsXI/AAAAAAAACKs/PHCXWfvJLps/s320/wagon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505600703912718706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am me and you are only you,&lt;div&gt;We live our different lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still have the same vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the same, what shape and size we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we keep on moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what life's all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see flowers bloom by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waiting for the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the sign of hope, an image of our fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun sets where ever you may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rising up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sun i see only sits in dark space lighting up your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break the silence i'm feeling deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shooting stars will light our worlds apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing we can be together, you and me as one forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to chase the seasons on the move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to smell the rain changing into snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything i want to do with you is still in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This moment in time, be my dream keeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5605519155446726847?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5605519155446726847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5605519155446726847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5605519155446726847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-ever.html' title='Never Ever.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TGfSq5fbsXI/AAAAAAAACKs/PHCXWfvJLps/s72-c/wagon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-2521136214533901110</id><published>2010-07-05T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T05:37:01.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and life.'/><title type='text'>A city full of people, so full of desires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDHOeczXhBI/AAAAAAAACKk/o7eaAQrfGBA/s1600/dolceboys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDHOeczXhBI/AAAAAAAACKk/o7eaAQrfGBA/s320/dolceboys1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490396443264386066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDHOeczXhBI/AAAAAAAACKk/o7eaAQrfGBA/s1600/dolceboys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city is huge, full of pretentious people, malicious ones lurk in every corner and pick-pockets are amongst us all. We must be alert, we must not be distracted. But the streets are filled with beautiful people that we simply cannot take our eyes off from. Damn. Why do people still stare, why are people attracted to gorgeous people? Simply because, we are humans, we all have feelings and desires. Similar to animals, we all "select" from the masses, the fittest and the strongest as our partners. We want the best for ourselves but the difference apart from the animals, is that we follow our feelings aside from the physical attributes of our "ideal" partner. We must feel that mutual attraction in order for the relationship to work, to flourish. A beautiful face, does not guarantee a faithful soul nor an absolute lover. What everyone desires in a relationship is a fair trade. Mutual exchange of emotions, trust, adventures, ambition, dreams, vision, care and last but not the least sex, come on let's be honest. What's a relationship without sex man? Well, it's not like our relationship revolves around it but it is part of it. It's call love-making for a reason, the ability to attract, to seduce, to make love, to create desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many people, too little time, i cannot possibly try out each and everyone of them to find the right one. Well, i really believe that, when it's time, love will find you. Just don't wait till i'm all grey sitting on a wheelchair, wheeling myself to buy some ice-cream from Sheng-shiong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/589234578304533141-2521136214533901110?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/2521136214533901110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-full-of-people-so-full-of-desires.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/2521136214533901110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/2521136214533901110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-full-of-people-so-full-of-desires.html' title='A city full of people, so full of desires.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDHOeczXhBI/AAAAAAAACKk/o7eaAQrfGBA/s72-c/dolceboys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1381898133094960097</id><published>2010-07-04T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T05:06:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ninja way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDB0qnnXSHI/AAAAAAAACKc/uV4561qDpwU/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDB0qnnXSHI/AAAAAAAACKc/uV4561qDpwU/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490016221302048882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDB0qnnXSHI/AAAAAAAACKc/uV4561qDpwU/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am here because i want to. This time, let me save you, naruto. I was always crying, and giving up before even trying. I made the wrong turns many times. But you helped me find my way and take me on the correct path. I've always chased after you. I wanted to catch up with you. I wanted to walk beside you all the time. I want to be by your side, always. You've changed me. Your smile, is what changed me. That is why, i am not afraid to die... if it means that i can protect you. Because... i love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why? I do not understand. Someone so weak like you should not resist. Why fight me? Knowing that you'll... die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I stand by what i say. Because... that... is my ninja way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been like 5 years and Naruto never fails to inspire me to dashed headstrong ahead for my dreams. 5 Years of growth, i'm glad to be part of his entire character development. I have learned so much from the episodes. I never thought that i would say this to any animation but Naruto, thank you. Thank you for shaping my character and thanks to you, i had always believed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Keep your eyes on beautiful objects, it helps you take away the pain. Pain is something we live with but one must not be engulfed by it's dark power. For it is tempting to tap into its reign, one must stay strong, one must believe, one must be steadfast and unshaken to the true purpose that we live for. We are imperfect but that does not mean that we cannot seek perfection, that does not mean that we cannot love, cannot be happy. Love has always been around, never had left, never will, unless you have given it up. Tear down those walls, trash down the barriers, the world wants to see the real you, the you that was once, an inspiring gleeful soul. The world is a black pit but the light in all of us is enough to illuminate the universe. Believe. Keep on believing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1381898133094960097?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1381898133094960097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ninja-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1381898133094960097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1381898133094960097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ninja-way.html' title='My Ninja way.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TDB0qnnXSHI/AAAAAAAACKc/uV4561qDpwU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1688563151583845889</id><published>2010-06-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:08:48.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>The truth will set you free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TBY3qNfiOzI/AAAAAAAACKU/XmGV1r72ho4/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TBY3qNfiOzI/AAAAAAAACKU/XmGV1r72ho4/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482630794686118706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Letting you fight alone, now that's pretty crazy."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There'll be loads of people who won't be able to control their anger if you go alone and get killed. Don't bear this burden alone and don't give me any face. This fight belongs... to all of us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be mistaken, we haven't come here prepared to die, we're fighting to live. All of that "protecting the world" nonsense is nothing more than a grand cause with a nice ring to it. We're fighting so that we can live, so that you can live and to protect everyone else from evil's grasp. Do not fall behind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this world, there is originally no such thing as the "truth" or a "lie", there are only cold hard facts regardless. Everything that exists in this world lives by mistakenly recognizing only the "facts" that are convenient for them as "the truth", this is because they possess no other way to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the powerless, who makes up the majority in this world, it is the facts that are inconvenient to their self-affirmation that are the entirety of the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1688563151583845889?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1688563151583845889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-will-set-you-free.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1688563151583845889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1688563151583845889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-will-set-you-free.html' title='The truth will set you free.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TBY3qNfiOzI/AAAAAAAACKU/XmGV1r72ho4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7076630597380240685</id><published>2010-05-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:21:38.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>北极熊。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TAMUr90XwII/AAAAAAAACKM/9L73K338UeE/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TAMUr90XwII/AAAAAAAACKM/9L73K338UeE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477244317373808770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;世界上的人都在追逐爱情，可是爱情就跟北极熊一样，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;隔着镜头，觉得它很可爱，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, 宋体, sans-serif;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;实际靠近它，被它狠狠踩过一脚，就知道什么叫做痛到想死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;风信子的花语：當它枯萎死了，再次開花的方法   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;风信子的答案：把枯萎花，剪断，再次赋予花朵重生新生命 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;在面对自己感情內心 失去了或分开了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;別让自己永远活在过去, 別让过去回憶，永远牽伴着自己, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;勇敢放开自己，给予自己新的生命 ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;也给予別人机會一起來参与全新的未来。    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;生气是好事啊，生自己的气才有改变自己的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7076630597380240685?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7076630597380240685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7076630597380240685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7076630597380240685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='北极熊。'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/TAMUr90XwII/AAAAAAAACKM/9L73K338UeE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1332199551011292182</id><published>2010-05-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T05:48:04.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and life.'/><title type='text'>Love is indeed, patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-au_wuKD8I/AAAAAAAACKE/OArEWmZ3Tyw/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-au_wuKD8I/AAAAAAAACKE/OArEWmZ3Tyw/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469251207921536962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that somewhere out there, you're lonely too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me some kind of sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am glad that we're not the only ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can we learn to trust again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will we grow together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my love for you to ever die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be sure that i am ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to have the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, so i'll wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will learn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will seek truths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will improve on myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be perfect for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1332199551011292182?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1332199551011292182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-is-indeed-patience.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1332199551011292182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1332199551011292182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-is-indeed-patience.html' title='Love is indeed, patience.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-au_wuKD8I/AAAAAAAACKE/OArEWmZ3Tyw/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-3128602622651271345</id><published>2010-05-07T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:50:30.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Let the real race begin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-T_L7GYskI/AAAAAAAACJ0/2yEnKtgFGXA/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-T_L7GYskI/AAAAAAAACJ0/2yEnKtgFGXA/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468776427842744898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what i've learnt in school, designing garments, drafting patterns, sculpting fabrics, creating works of art, i realized that one day, i'll have to put this skills to good use. After years of practice, working with creative people, experimenting new techniques and absorbing new knowledge, i grew stronger, i evolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never was the cool kid or the teacher's pet in school. I was the class clown in school since young, always up to mischief, playing pranks on other school kids and just basically making a fool out of myself. I wasn't exactly well-liked because almost half the class had their chairs pulled back by me and they sat flat on the floors. I wasn't exactly popular either and if i was, it's definitely for the wrong reasons. I wanted attention. I wanted love. I wanted to be accepted. And as a result, i clown around for people to laugh at and mock at for their entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in a christian family. I went to sunday schools, read the bible, sing praises and go on mission trips with my parents and siblings, nothing out of the box, nothing fancy. My dad and mom just made sure i had everything i need to grow up. They provided me with food, shelter, toys, books, tuition, bring me out occasionally to watch a movie and buy me ice-cream. They were very strict too, as a kid i had curfews, had to be back home immediately after school. No soccer, no dinner with friends, no staying over, no nothing, come home straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the love they showered me with, there were many conditions and rules to obey. Dad got busier at work, so we seldom eat together. Mom became angry and that sometimes she vents her anger on us. She would get angry very easily. Soon, they grew a bit violent. I recalled that dad once whipped me with his belt because i borrowed colour pencils from my friend and that mom used to cane me a lot because i sucked at chinese spelling. Another time, mom threatened to throw me down the block if i couldn't pass my spelling and she threw my school bag out of the house. Dad used to be my hero, he would come home and tell mom off and he would try to convince her not to use the cane. It's a matter of time, that mom got back to her old ways of "discipline" and dad got tired of talking and mom just kept on caning and screaming. The house was in a huge chaos. No one felt loved, everyone feel depreciated and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up, learning that only i have the power to change my destiny and that only i can trust myself and that i am the only sole reason that i should work for. My childhood and life experience had made me who i am today. I don't think i was ever told that i was a good child or receive any form of praise, for that matter of fact, i was only told how useless and stupid i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last few years, i could tell that mom and dad realized their mistakes and tried to compensate the "lost" and "mistreatment" by telling me that they care for me and they want the best for me and all. To me, that was all pointless already. I mean it's really good to know that they actually do care now but the damage is done and it's been so long, why now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, i still appreciate the fact that they actually, finally, shone some form of love and concern. I was reminded not to take anyone around me for granted and never to put someone down. I know that they care for me, i know they loved me but all i wanted was a simple ordinary family without all this drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i'm just an ordinary kid but i have extraordinary dreams. Dreams existed in my world the day i felt "unwanted". Dreams grew bigger and stronger when someone puts me down. It grew more beautiful and more resilient in the face of reality's harsh conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fought hard and expressed hope and love in the works of my art. I could draw pretty well since the age of 4. I had all my drawings pinned on the classroom board during my kindergarten days. I felt so proud of myself. Every single time i draw or create something, it took away the pain. The pain of rejection and immediately, I felt accepted. I'll like to think that god blessed me with this ability to draw and my artistic talent for a higher purpose and probably, it's his way of consoling me that i could be alright as long as i believed in myself and my art? Maybe, he knew that all this was coming and that i must stay firm in my dreams. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to do what i like. Now that i have all this skills and that i have reached a whole new level of evolution, i think i'm ready for the big race. The real race in life. I know that i've to overcome a lot but i know i will succeed in the end. No matter how hard the race gets, i am ready for it, physically, emotionally and artistically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the race begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-3128602622651271345?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/3128602622651271345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-real-race-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3128602622651271345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3128602622651271345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-real-race-begin.html' title='Let the real race begin.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S-T_L7GYskI/AAAAAAAACJ0/2yEnKtgFGXA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7067680574779668697</id><published>2010-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:05:06.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>These Songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S88YrNngjbI/AAAAAAAACJs/dnNl2dWpLRc/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S88YrNngjbI/AAAAAAAACJs/dnNl2dWpLRc/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462612003692514738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The songs of butterflies are snippets of memoirs of my life and aspirations. You must be really privileged to be that lucky few to chance upon this online journal of mine and am glad to share my views and in return i hope to inspire and bring warmth to your soul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the reason for the creation of this journal. It is to constantly remind myself that life is indeed wonderful, hopeful and that regardless the amount of suffering and pain and disappointments we all face, life never fails to inspire, surprise and imparts us with wisdom. As a saying goes, "Life is a great teacher but it kills all of its students." The end of life, is none other than death, something that i have recently understood and had to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy died of Cancer, last year, on the 18th of April, three days ago. A year later, now, i have been constantly questioning god and trying to find those answers. I was furious, confused and extremely saddened at the fact that he is indeed not coming back. I sort of came to terms with stuff and am still growing as a person. I'm really amazed at the amount of pain a normal human being can take and that sometimes i feel that, that "pain" can be used and be converted to positive energy if one have hope, that if one still believe. I think that is why some people, choose to die whereas some lived for a higher purpose in life despite the amount of turmoils they had to put themselves through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have great dreams and i am saddened at the fact that how most, artists, designers, philosophers have ended their life in the most dramatic and tragic ways. I agree, that, perhaps, the pain of being misunderstood was just too hard to bear and that the darkness and loneliness have engulfed them. Perhaps, their ideals have been overshadowed by the ugliness of reality and that giving up, might be the only way of of this chaos? Indeed, one can only speculate. But one thing for sure, these great people have all loved life with a fervent heart and a burning passion. They loved life, so much, that they constantly question, seek, spread the word, write the truths and to dream their vision of a "perfect" world. To face an undeserving and cruel crowd, who are not listening, are ready to hurl stones of condemnation at you even as you remain still and firm in your ideas, how great the disappointment must be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, indeed, unfortunately, like all love stories, expectations fail, promises are unfulfiled, and the vulnerable heart is broken. I remain doubtful about the conditions of life, but that does not mean i cannot love it. We must all be mad to embrace life and its sacrifices so intensely even though knowledge is absurd anyway and one cannot access the perfect wisdom except through one's madness. Yet, we love life for all the freedom it brings, despite its lack of meaning and purpose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love life and let me remain mad forever. Madly in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep this voice in me. I want to remain hopeful. I want to run and hide, away from everyone, the entire undeserving world and whichever place that alphabets can spell i could ignore but one thing for sure the only alphabet that i'd like to really keep close to my heart, is "U". I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7067680574779668697?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7067680574779668697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-songs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7067680574779668697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7067680574779668697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-songs.html' title='These Songs.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S88YrNngjbI/AAAAAAAACJs/dnNl2dWpLRc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6698639257662420147</id><published>2010-04-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:07:42.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>男人, 男人。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. 好男人，多数是丑的。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. 英俊的男人，多数很坏。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. 又英俊又好的男人，多数搞同性恋。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. 又英俊，又好，又很正常的男人，多数已经有老婆。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. 不英俊，但是好的，没有钱。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. 不英俊，但是好的，又有钱的男人，多数以为你爱他们，是为了他们的钱。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. 英俊的男人，没有钱，要和你交朋友，是为了你们的钱。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. 英俊的男人，又不太好，但是很正常的，多数认为你不够漂亮。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;9. 认为你是漂亮，又是正常的男人，虽然温柔又好，但多数不敢约你出去。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;10. 有点钱，有点英俊，有点正常，对你有点好，又是没有老婆的男人，从来不采取主动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;来约你。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;11. 不采取主动的男人，女人只好采取主动，这一下子可完了，他们以为你很cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;， 不值得娶你做老婆。&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6698639257662420147?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6698639257662420147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6698639257662420147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6698639257662420147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='男人, 男人。'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1199164735704211164</id><published>2010-03-26T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:56:39.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Light up, light up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S6zoIqT3KdI/AAAAAAAACJk/_FWEpbzu7gw/s1600/Birthday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S6zoIqT3KdI/AAAAAAAACJk/_FWEpbzu7gw/s320/Birthday.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452988484333021650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some quiet nights, i do creep out at night to the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I sat in total darkness, staring at the only thing that i can see, the face of my grandfather's clock also known as the Longcase clock, it's glass surface caught the lights from the street lamps outside. The clock's shiny surface stood out in the dark. I could hear the ticking of the clock, "Tick, tick, tick..." on and on in dead silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat down on the marble floor, my heart beating slowly, as if it was synchronizing to the beat of the clock. I closed my eyes for a slight moment and opened to the chimes of midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lit up the pink candle that's stuffed in the center of a blueberry muffin. I sat it on the floor, clasped my hand and made a wish, "Lord, this would be a long one. Bless me with wisdom, bless me with knowledge and understanding. As imperfect as i am, lord teach me how to love myself, for i've been disappointed. Lord, guide me to live my dream, for i've lost my guiding hand. Lord, may you bestow health and joy upon me, for i have huge dreams to live for. Thank you for the failures i had. Thank you for the suffering. Thank you for everything. Because without those, i'd probably would never be what i am today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blew out the flame, the wax melted all over the circumference of the candle holder leaving an inch of wax. I whispered, "Happy birthday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this moment, i was enlightened and that, sometimes letting go does not necessarily mean that you are weak, it actually shows that you're strong enough to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy birthday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1199164735704211164?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1199164735704211164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-up-light-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1199164735704211164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1199164735704211164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-up-light-up.html' title='Light up, light up.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S6zoIqT3KdI/AAAAAAAACJk/_FWEpbzu7gw/s72-c/Birthday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8093762768683503506</id><published>2010-03-01T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:18:47.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little House - Amanda Seyfried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjGOEU94sHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjGOEU94sHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8093762768683503506?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8093762768683503506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-house-amanda-seyfried.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8093762768683503506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8093762768683503506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-house-amanda-seyfried.html' title='Little House - Amanda Seyfried'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-3976429564551936846</id><published>2010-02-25T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:01:42.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and life.'/><title type='text'>Tackling my issues head-on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S4afOvR8O7I/AAAAAAAACJc/ml7w7vDo7kM/s1600-h/polarbear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S4afOvR8O7I/AAAAAAAACJc/ml7w7vDo7kM/s320/polarbear.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442212275282525106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This few days, i've discovered a lot of qualities about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand my strengths and weaknesses and learning how to make the best out of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i came to terms that no one is perfect and can never be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and am consoled at the fact that we are made special and unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each and everyone of us are made to go through various kind of obstacles in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be it in the area of friendships, relationships, family issues, personal problems, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are thrown out there in this dog eat dog society to fend for ourselves, to be resilient, to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, what does not kill, does makes one stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problems that i've kept long in the closet are resurfacing, and issues that i thought i solved are actually not. As i'm sorting out the mess and reorganizing my life, along the way, i found fond memories of people and moments forgotten. I stood still for a moment of reminisce and felt time travelled back to when i was a kid. My childhood. The playgrounds. The laughter. The smell of fresh grass. The smell of innocence and bliss. That i once had. Did not follow me to my adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i snapped back, i understood how all this had inspire me and build me up to be strong to continue to search, to fight and find back that joy, that youthful energy, gleeful self and enthusiasm. In my dreams, i am inspired. In my art, i create. In my heart, i believe. In life, i am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your goal in life? I just want to be, happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-3976429564551936846?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/3976429564551936846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/tackling-my-issues-head-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3976429564551936846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3976429564551936846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/tackling-my-issues-head-on.html' title='Tackling my issues head-on.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S4afOvR8O7I/AAAAAAAACJc/ml7w7vDo7kM/s72-c/polarbear.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6866515556288820356</id><published>2010-02-20T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:55:03.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>I'm happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3-95aQ7ECI/AAAAAAAACJU/wLM4Rv4O-i0/s1600-h/waiting.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3-95aQ7ECI/AAAAAAAACJU/wLM4Rv4O-i0/s320/waiting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440275668887343138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today a butterfly landed on me, i admire it's beauty, silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i realized, how looking at beautiful things can take away the pain on the inside, even if it's just for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6866515556288820356?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6866515556288820356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6866515556288820356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6866515556288820356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3-95aQ7ECI/AAAAAAAACJU/wLM4Rv4O-i0/s72-c/waiting.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4911620229442780565</id><published>2010-02-13T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:56:32.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P Mcqueen.'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, my fashion hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7z4Kkh7duI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7z4Kkh7duI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4911620229442780565?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4911620229442780565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-my-fashion-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4911620229442780565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4911620229442780565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-my-fashion-hero.html' title='Goodbye, my fashion hero.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7390365320999242834</id><published>2010-02-12T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:14:03.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost.'/><title type='text'>When i put my lips like this, i want you to kiss me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YlEShBR9I/AAAAAAAACJM/cv6A9z5k0mw/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YlEShBR9I/AAAAAAAACJM/cv6A9z5k0mw/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437574355716491218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what to say. I keep typing out and deleting my words and thoughts. I'm going mad i think. It's like i'm on this emotional swing, swinging high and low. It's like i've just stepped out side when everything was going fine. It's like living a life that is not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me. Help me disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7390365320999242834?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7390365320999242834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-put-my-lips-like-this-i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7390365320999242834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7390365320999242834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-put-my-lips-like-this-i-want-you.html' title='When i put my lips like this, i want you to kiss me.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YlEShBR9I/AAAAAAAACJM/cv6A9z5k0mw/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8402070484394779552</id><published>2010-02-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:41:19.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death.'/><title type='text'>Shock at the news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YPfs67agI/AAAAAAAACJE/HCzcU2ze7cM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YPfs67agI/AAAAAAAACJE/HCzcU2ze7cM/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437550637405137410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YPfs67agI/AAAAAAAACJE/HCzcU2ze7cM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People come and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all come to terms with it, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it's too sudden, when you least expected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially when a close one leaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're stunned with much disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our life is fragile and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you suffered for your sanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you tried to set them free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For they could not love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still your love is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when no hope was left in sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i could have told you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this world was never meant for one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as beautiful as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you closed your eyes and sought peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gave your life up and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've chosen darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would not listen, they're not listening still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, they never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8402070484394779552?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8402070484394779552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/shock-at-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8402070484394779552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8402070484394779552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/shock-at-news.html' title='Shock at the news.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S3YPfs67agI/AAAAAAAACJE/HCzcU2ze7cM/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4338845778055060383</id><published>2010-02-06T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:45:23.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>King spool doll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S24nMF8YheI/AAAAAAAACIs/F0myQ-y5gdM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S24nMF8YheI/AAAAAAAACIs/F0myQ-y5gdM/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435324888990123490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this adorable King spool doll image on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In future, I want to rule my own kingdom too, not with an iron fist but a heart of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what life have installed for me but i thank god for every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile even though it's breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you smile through your fears and sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4338845778055060383?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4338845778055060383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/king-josiah-spool-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4338845778055060383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4338845778055060383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/king-josiah-spool-doll.html' title='King spool doll.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S24nMF8YheI/AAAAAAAACIs/F0myQ-y5gdM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5863228194893188385</id><published>2010-02-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:16:29.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and life.'/><title type='text'>Why try to change me now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uf1n1wUfxE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uf1n1wUfxE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i walk in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got some habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even i can't explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i end up in spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit and daydream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got daydreams galore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cigarette ashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There they go on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go away weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave my key in the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why try to change me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't i be more conventional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they can't be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my strange little world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just go passing me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let people wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let 'em laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let 'em frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i'll love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the moon's upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was always your clown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why try to change me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let people wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let 'em laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let 'em frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i'll love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the moon's upside down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was always your clown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful song, for a beautiful soul. I just want to be happy and indulge myself in a lifetime filled with joy and excitement. I know i can never be that way always but at the very least, i want to fully savour the good times, the essence of happiness, the occasional grief and melancholy. Like some people, we do think the same and i know i was never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know how to die, don't worry; nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you, don't bother your head about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5863228194893188385?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5863228194893188385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-try-to-change-me-now_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5863228194893188385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5863228194893188385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-try-to-change-me-now_05.html' title='Why try to change me now?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6721215480748108002</id><published>2010-02-02T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:56:58.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gfKCidVzI/AAAAAAAACIk/e39H1zCvvzM/s1600-h/ciadefoto3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gfKCidVzI/AAAAAAAACIk/e39H1zCvvzM/s320/ciadefoto3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433627207763056434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"When i was 5 years old, my dad always told me happiness was the key to life.&lt;div&gt;When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote down, "happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told me i didnt understand the assignment and i told them they didnt understand life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6721215480748108002?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6721215480748108002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-was-5-years-old-my-dad-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6721215480748108002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6721215480748108002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-was-5-years-old-my-dad-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gfKCidVzI/AAAAAAAACIk/e39H1zCvvzM/s72-c/ciadefoto3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8883008061397852158</id><published>2010-02-02T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:36:18.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gVXTST4oI/AAAAAAAACIc/In2xuHqKypQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gVXTST4oI/AAAAAAAACIc/In2xuHqKypQ/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433616440480752258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Love and affection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems as though you're my only infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You listened and asked no questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you gave was patience."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i love you, this three words are overused and meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a point where i feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I miss you, this three words would reach you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wished that god would grant me power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to turn back time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i could slow down and play to all our favourite parts together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pause them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray everyday in my sleep that may god grant me wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To understand the wonders of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my dreams would realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a way to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would one day return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much angst and sadness, i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8883008061397852158?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8883008061397852158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8883008061397852158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8883008061397852158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S2gVXTST4oI/AAAAAAAACIc/In2xuHqKypQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-529194812516967345</id><published>2010-01-23T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:20:23.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>The frozen waters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1uyHYKIFbI/AAAAAAAACIU/0T6_ISJEpXk/s1600-h/window.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1uyHYKIFbI/AAAAAAAACIU/0T6_ISJEpXk/s320/window.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430129615539017138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the feeling of awaking into a new feeling, not in a good way but waking up feeling tired and with the thought that life could be more meaningful, more treasured? It's almost like spring the day before but suddenly when i awake from my slumber, it's already winter. The world's covered in snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, as i stare out of my window, i realized that how quiet and serene the world can be during winter. I finally came out for a walk. Everyone around is protected by warm knitted garments, feeling all cosy and wrapped like a hug. The people warm their hearts by drinking hot tea, as their lips kissed on the porcelain cup. As i see couples strolling down the white-washed streets, they held their hands together, their fingers intercrossed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned away, looking back towards my home, my heart, suddenly hollowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not understand. Did i sleep too long to pass the seasons, or i just had my mind on too many things, too many worries, how tos, maybes and forgot how to enjoy through the other seasons? I think i was stuck somehow, somewhere, not sure why. Like i recalled, losing a huge part of myself, refusing to remember what and who it was. It felt like, i've just lock this part of me and threw the key away, not wanting any of those memories to resurface. Don't ask me why can't i throw them away. It's a part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand, 3 feet away from my door. I stood there sliently for a while with my eyes tightly closed and as i felt the cold breeze in my face, i slowly ease and opened my eyes. I see this sparkly flares, little shimmering dusts while opening mid way. My eyes squint a little as i held my head high staring in the face of the sun. I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i turned to look down from the sun, i let out a huge sigh, still smiling. Acceptance. The sun warmed my soul. I recalled that it has always been there, regardless. Through the hard times, the good times, it has and will be there, unless the world comes to an end. I know that i can rely on the sun after the rain, during the cold winter and after the isolation in the house. It's just about whether, i am willing to take that step out towards it that makes my life light up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned to the pile of snow and remembered a phrase, it goes, "If life gives you lemons, make the best lemonade out of them." I chuckled as i walk towards the pile of white and started sculpting. I made castles, unicorns, snowmen and bears. Created a dreamland, my winter wonderland. It took me the entire day, i was exhausted but it was all worthwhile. The people around the district came around my place, took pictures and exclaimed about how much they've love my masterpiece. Instantly, i brought life to the town that winter. I was glad, in fact, extremely happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly, Spring sprung suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "dreams" melted away slowly. The white will be washed. The flowers and leaves will grow. The sun will still shine but the winter will go. As i look out from my window, day by day, the surrounding blossomed, in my heart, i secretly wished for winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-529194812516967345?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/529194812516967345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/frozen-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/529194812516967345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/529194812516967345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/frozen-waters.html' title='The frozen waters.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1uyHYKIFbI/AAAAAAAACIU/0T6_ISJEpXk/s72-c/window.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1311074772110326091</id><published>2010-01-18T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T06:12:51.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>I choose to believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1RnSNyhS0I/AAAAAAAACHs/HgXwTtzVE24/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1RnSNyhS0I/AAAAAAAACHs/HgXwTtzVE24/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428077013525154626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, so i'll protect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I protect you because you mean a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspirations gives me hope to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams only come true, when we believe together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together, we will run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run towards the horizons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1311074772110326091?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1311074772110326091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-choose-to-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1311074772110326091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1311074772110326091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-choose-to-believe.html' title='I choose to believe.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1RnSNyhS0I/AAAAAAAACHs/HgXwTtzVE24/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-505460626094154121</id><published>2010-01-03T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:32:24.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>1... 2... 3... 4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0Cb-Sf9nsI/AAAAAAAACHk/I5voGTuydgA/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0Cb-Sf9nsI/AAAAAAAACHk/I5voGTuydgA/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422505445774171842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm usually extremely good at looking for things, i've got this uncanny ability finding stuff. But when it comes to you, just where exactly are you hiding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited, at the same time, scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-505460626094154121?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/505460626094154121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-2-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/505460626094154121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/505460626094154121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-2-3-4.html' title='1... 2... 3... 4...'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0Cb-Sf9nsI/AAAAAAAACHk/I5voGTuydgA/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6106636545829014046</id><published>2010-01-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:09:24.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Because i'm a fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AjILA04eI/AAAAAAAACHc/x1DzL98pP4M/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AjILA04eI/AAAAAAAACHc/x1DzL98pP4M/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422372574656258530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, i was at fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was young and naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i understand, that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot always be there when you call for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot always be there when you need me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world no longer revolves around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is no longer about us, but me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for this closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will heal all wounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time will unravel all knots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is everything to me now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't want to miss a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6106636545829014046?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6106636545829014046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-im-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6106636545829014046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6106636545829014046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-im-fool.html' title='Because i&apos;m a fool.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AjILA04eI/AAAAAAAACHc/x1DzL98pP4M/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4965341242948675921</id><published>2010-01-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:49:40.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Follow me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AgM0SsVSI/AAAAAAAACHU/ecHF9fgk5bw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AgM0SsVSI/AAAAAAAACHU/ecHF9fgk5bw/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422369355921642786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have you been all this while? I've always been searching for you. Come out from where you are and let me take you somewhere new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4965341242948675921?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4965341242948675921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4965341242948675921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4965341242948675921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-me.html' title='Follow me.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S0AgM0SsVSI/AAAAAAAACHU/ecHF9fgk5bw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-829151963746994520</id><published>2009-12-31T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T07:40:54.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010.'/><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sz1fMz2_rjI/AAAAAAAACHM/bmM1IF70OJg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sz1fMz2_rjI/AAAAAAAACHM/bmM1IF70OJg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421594200107888178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for 2009, the good the bad, the happy the sad, successes and failures, even everything small and insignificant, we've learnt and will move on strong into the next year. Let's welcome the year 2010 with open arms, an open mind and an open heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this year, i pray that all my family members, friends will be in the pink of health, learn how to take life easy, as in learn how to step back sometimes from each hectic life and take some time out for oneself, as well as hoping that in whatever they do this year, may god guide and bless them with good favour, love and hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this new year, i've made new resolutions and promises, realistic ones this time, so achieving them won't seem too hard as compared to last year. I am determined to fulfill all of them this year, somehow i feel that this year's going to be a good one, everyone would like to think so too! But somehow, i do feel different about this year, well, time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side track, sometimes, i never fail to marvel at the works of god, nature, biology and science. They never fail to inspire me in my art. The human anatomy, chemical secretion in the body, the double helix that's in us, evolution, plants, animals, life. I hope that one day, my art can reach the masses and share something, something in my heart with the world. And that my art will educate, inspire and ultimately touch souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to dash and run towards the finishing line. I'll pace myself, run slow and steady, cause the tortoise always wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, thank you Daddy for giving life to me, this life that you gave, i'd make the best out of it, i'll make you proud. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-829151963746994520?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/829151963746994520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/829151963746994520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/829151963746994520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sz1fMz2_rjI/AAAAAAAACHM/bmM1IF70OJg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8816446644848294057</id><published>2009-12-25T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:30:57.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You were so close. If only you'd taken just one more step..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8816446644848294057?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8816446644848294057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/close.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8816446644848294057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8816446644848294057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/close.html' title='Close.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-133145151629843949</id><published>2009-12-24T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:31:10.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promises.'/><title type='text'>A promise one should always keep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're all alone and feeling blue, just believe in me, turn back and look over your shoulder. I promise to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-133145151629843949?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/133145151629843949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/promise-one-should-always-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/133145151629843949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/133145151629843949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/promise-one-should-always-keep.html' title='A promise one should always keep.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5253793220386258745</id><published>2009-12-24T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:13:50.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Pon &amp; Zi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7r4Nr0kI/AAAAAAAACHE/CLXhVLDjl-k/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7r4Nr0kI/AAAAAAAACHE/CLXhVLDjl-k/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419021876643746370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7rOrky6I/AAAAAAAACG0/zouoRXfCMyw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7rOrky6I/AAAAAAAACG0/zouoRXfCMyw/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419021865494825890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7qLoYKSI/AAAAAAAACGk/Xf7YxCiwdYk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7qLoYKSI/AAAAAAAACGk/Xf7YxCiwdYk/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419021847496239394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5253793220386258745?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5253793220386258745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/pon-zi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5253793220386258745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5253793220386258745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/pon-zi.html' title='Pon &amp; Zi.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SzQ7r4Nr0kI/AAAAAAAACHE/CLXhVLDjl-k/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6588596639747997596</id><published>2009-12-18T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:05:05.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>B.B.Q my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyxAGtj3ZzI/AAAAAAAACGc/su5eaR762Ug/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyxAGtj3ZzI/AAAAAAAACGc/su5eaR762Ug/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416774935873283890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I want to live a life burning with passion, i want to be constantly inspiring, constantly creating art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I will rather go broke, than to sell my soul for money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I want to build my own house, somewhere peaceful, quiet, away from the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I want to help the lonely children of the world, play with them, educate them and make them feel like they can take over the world even when they are incomplete and imperfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I just want to be happy, always smiling, always contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I hope my buisness will run well, be it a  big or small one, i want to give it my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I wanna thank god for all that he have placed in my life, the people around me, my family, opportunities, chances, the failures, happiness, sorrows and experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I pray for those whom are around me, those blinded by the fame and worldly objects, that they may be delivered and that they will seek light and purpose in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I appreciate the things that my dad and mom had to put through in their life to provide for me, those small little things that i've overlooked, those things that i do not see and those that i find totally ridiculous, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I am free from the world. I just want to be a child again, constantly travelling, finding the joy in life and visiting new places, meeting interesting people, experience new cultures, exchanging ideas and touch life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6588596639747997596?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6588596639747997596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6588596639747997596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6588596639747997596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-my-life.html' title='B.B.Q my life.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyxAGtj3ZzI/AAAAAAAACGc/su5eaR762Ug/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-3947765460091092814</id><published>2009-12-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:08:13.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Wedding Dress - Taeyoung (BIGBANG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcvasr-6o0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sjcvasr-6o0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-3947765460091092814?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/3947765460091092814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dress-taeyoung-bigbang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3947765460091092814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3947765460091092814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedding-dress-taeyoung-bigbang.html' title='Wedding Dress - Taeyoung (BIGBANG)'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1174265735243802409</id><published>2009-12-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:42:41.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Unrequited love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyegJOG57AI/AAAAAAAACGU/ZFGb2idjTrU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyegJOG57AI/AAAAAAAACGU/ZFGb2idjTrU/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473157202635778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A Mighty pain to love it is,&lt;div&gt;and 'tis a pain that pain to miss;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of all pains, the greatest pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is to love, but love in vain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1174265735243802409?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1174265735243802409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/unrequited-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1174265735243802409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1174265735243802409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/unrequited-love.html' title='Unrequited love.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyegJOG57AI/AAAAAAAACGU/ZFGb2idjTrU/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6159681725581494201</id><published>2009-12-15T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:11:33.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>The Rootless tree and the 9 crimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyeYFrvnsjI/AAAAAAAACF8/ZYsxpiFcd_Q/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyeYFrvnsjI/AAAAAAAACF8/ZYsxpiFcd_Q/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464300345537074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me out with the waste this is not what i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the wrong time for somebody new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fuck you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all we've been through, i said leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nothing to you and if you hate me, then hate me so good that you can let me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me out of this hell when you're around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rootless tree &amp;amp; 9 Crimes - Damien Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6159681725581494201?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6159681725581494201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/rootless-tree-and-9-crimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6159681725581494201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6159681725581494201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/rootless-tree-and-9-crimes.html' title='The Rootless tree and the 9 crimes.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SyeYFrvnsjI/AAAAAAAACF8/ZYsxpiFcd_Q/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8205181622122575479</id><published>2009-12-10T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:51:39.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ4fkyX_Fs0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CZ4fkyX_Fs0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8205181622122575479?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8205181622122575479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/already-gone-kelly-clarkson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8205181622122575479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8205181622122575479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/12/already-gone-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5240910382348433068</id><published>2009-11-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:27:23.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing you.'/><title type='text'>Those bus rides together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sw_ODdaTxdI/AAAAAAAACF0/tnAO3PzS6nI/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sw_ODdaTxdI/AAAAAAAACF0/tnAO3PzS6nI/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408768236325160402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The magnitude of pain is intolerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, i miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clasping my hands together, i prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I've never really asked you for much. And you know what i've been through. I guess i thought i could save him... So, if you could grant me this... if there's no way that he can get better... then take him. Ease his pain and take my daddy with you, amen.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wiped my tears, cleared my mind and walk into dad's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing by his bed, i took father's trembling hand. From behind my eyes i could feel the pressure build and fought to bury the pain. It was too much to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke off when i felt father's trembling fingers clutch my hand. Never before in my entire life had both of us looked deep into each other. His dark eyes were perfectly clear as they bore into mine. I could feel dad's pain, loneliness and immense shame in his gaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Dad, i've always been proud of you. You're always my hero. And as your son, i swear to god, that one day, i will, i will make you proud. I will always love you, father. Now relax....'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt utterly stupid for thinking that i could have somehow saved him. Father's breathing eased, his vacant look in his eyes, he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my pain buried deep deep within my heart, thinking that it'll never surface again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thought of you, brings it all back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of us strolling down the streets in indonesia, brings it all back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of you telling me bed time stories before i sleep, brings it all back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of you is too much for me to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be strong but i think i'm hanging on a thread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to my dreams, talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music: You raise me up - Westlife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5240910382348433068?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5240910382348433068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-bus-rides-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5240910382348433068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5240910382348433068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-bus-rides-together.html' title='Those bus rides together.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sw_ODdaTxdI/AAAAAAAACF0/tnAO3PzS6nI/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1344488249172957694</id><published>2009-11-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:00:15.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survival.'/><title type='text'>Stand up and be independent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SwAJXQ0dVnI/AAAAAAAACFs/W0Cnpcv3e9k/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SwAJXQ0dVnI/AAAAAAAACFs/W0Cnpcv3e9k/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404329848101230194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Independence and self reliance is what i've learnt in the pass few days. I've gain knowledge and access to my past through this book that i'm reading currently. Surprisingly, the book was about everything i went through, as a child, struggling to find acceptance and determination to survive in harsh conditions and emerging as someone courageous. To all of my friends out there, live on strong, pull out the strength you have within, it's not that hard to pull them all out, as long as you still believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song for all of you my dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well you're magic he said&lt;div&gt;but don't let it all go to your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i bet if you all had it all figured out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you'd never get out of bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of all the things that i've read what he wrote me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is now sounding like the man i was hoping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep on keeping it real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it keeps getting easier he'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's the reason that i'm laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if there's no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said you've got to love, yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's say take a break from our day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and getting back to the old garage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because life's too short anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least it's better than average&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as you got me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know we got a lot to go around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your other brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another love to come and comfort you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll keep reminding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it's the only thing i ever do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you, you, you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climb up over the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;survey the state of the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you've got to find out for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether or not you're truly trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why not give it a shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake it take control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inevitably wind up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding for yourself all the strengths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have inside still rising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you have inside of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Song for a friend, Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1344488249172957694?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1344488249172957694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/11/stand-up-and-be-independent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1344488249172957694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1344488249172957694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/11/stand-up-and-be-independent.html' title='Stand up and be independent.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SwAJXQ0dVnI/AAAAAAAACFs/W0Cnpcv3e9k/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4608586895747905198</id><published>2009-10-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:58:37.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SuBFw-o-IXI/AAAAAAAACFk/ZbXOfKt4mKw/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SuBFw-o-IXI/AAAAAAAACFk/ZbXOfKt4mKw/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395389061340733810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son: “You and dad, when you both first met, you liked each other at first right?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: “Yes, we did.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son: “Then when did you realize that you love each other?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: “Hmm, I don’t know, I guess, we knew each other for a very long time.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son: “Does it mean that if you love somebody for a very long time, you’ll fall in love with him?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: “No, no. it doesn’t necessarily mean that. I guess love is very difficult to understand. I mean, people talk about it all the time, they sing songs about it, write about it but when it comes right down to it. Nobody really knows where love comes from and where it goes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son: “You’re confusing me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: “Yes I am and love is like that.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna watch "My Sister's Keeper" till then, sweet dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music: Glosoli by Sigur Ros&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4608586895747905198?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4608586895747905198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4608586895747905198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4608586895747905198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/confused.html' title='Confused.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SuBFw-o-IXI/AAAAAAAACFk/ZbXOfKt4mKw/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5253893697616231723</id><published>2009-10-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T05:29:43.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Can someone turn on the lights?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StxbjPnoXMI/AAAAAAAACFc/bsLUB_jnUoc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StxbjPnoXMI/AAAAAAAACFc/bsLUB_jnUoc/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287114729315522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, it's been a bit dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until some light shone in the recent days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a box, named it the hope box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled with precious letters, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;objects and photographs of those i hold to closely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even those whom i've lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those whom i've forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those whom have hurt me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those whom i've loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime when i feel all jaded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost all hope in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll just have to flip through the things in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll then remind me of all those memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time spent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moments and joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;effort and love spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The happy and sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made me who i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need them around me physically all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they've been living in my heart all this while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have been holding on since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will give me the courage and strength to fight the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in the power of faith and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because i do believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the impossible is made possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not merely by sheer luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but by hope.&lt;/div&gt;Dreams will see us through till forever.&lt;div&gt;And forever will not be complete without anyone of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music: Cold Water - Damien Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5253893697616231723?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5253893697616231723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-someone-turn-on-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5253893697616231723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5253893697616231723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-someone-turn-on-lights.html' title='Can someone turn on the lights?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StxbjPnoXMI/AAAAAAAACFc/bsLUB_jnUoc/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-485080798070151291</id><published>2009-10-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:15:58.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun.'/><title type='text'>The fun theory, Creativity is vital in our boring world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boring looking things can be made useful with a little creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And you know it's true when they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there's always an inner kid in all of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wanting to scream out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But because we let our heart grow old along with our age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;that explains for the lack of creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every child's an artist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the problem is just about keeping the heart young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A plain looking stairs transforms into a huge piano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;creative yet functional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I would step a song out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-485080798070151291?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/485080798070151291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-theory-creativity-is-vital-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/485080798070151291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/485080798070151291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-theory-creativity-is-vital-in-our.html' title='The fun theory, Creativity is vital in our boring world.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7331432685480791681</id><published>2009-10-11T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:02:11.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last words.'/><title type='text'>A blooming phrase in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StHzbHTlX5I/AAAAAAAACFU/lzbBvtL4COY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StHzbHTlX5I/AAAAAAAACFU/lzbBvtL4COY/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391357876082401170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms&lt;div&gt;come and go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is the fragile blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that opens in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is like a bubble blown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is as fragile as the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the very same time as beautiful as life can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have to make the better out of everything small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt that things don't wait for you to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and love doesn't always come to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You search for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're suppose to discover them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding is escaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and running away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is never the best solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all yearn for love and long to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in close relationships with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it is extraordinarily difficult to achieve this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst our relationships can be the source of great fulfillment for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are often the cause of our greatest pain and sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live life with every breathe taken as if they were my last one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if love is not returned always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because what matters most is if that the love that you give to others is right from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it is and people are happy receiving it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i should be happy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i cannot please everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7331432685480791681?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/StHzbHTlX5I/AAAAAAAACFU/lzbBvtL4COY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4165458225891134851</id><published>2009-10-11T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:36:44.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proposal.'/><title type='text'>THE Proposal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Now i wanna go Disneyland. Where dreams do come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4165458225891134851?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4165458225891134851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4165458225891134851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4165458225891134851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/10/proposal.html' title='THE Proposal.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-150809269355165769</id><published>2009-09-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:01:20.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Unspoken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Srj8OueNQOI/AAAAAAAACFM/nYWGGZ7-PdA/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384330684444524770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to catch the movie, "The Ugly Truth" at the nearest cinema around my area and while waiting for my show, i headed for the arcade.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know those machines, where you drop your tokens for a chance to catch some really adorable looking stuffed toys? Smart thinking, placing those really really retarded looking ones, cause they're just tooooo cute to resist? Yeah, i went for it. I think i'm a sucker for ugly retarded looking things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself, yeah, why not just give this machine a try, it's just a dollar for one try? It would not hurt even if you were to lose a dollar right? So, i decided to exchange my notes for a few tokens, total i had 8, a dollar for 2 tokens. I was the last customer at the counter. Last one at the machine, no one before me tried for the machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what they say about those machines right? Nah, you'll never get those! You pay thousands and you'll still end up with nothing, let me just buy you the toy! That machine is hopeless, don't waste your efforts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up with not one but two toys for 4 tries. Unbelievable for myself, i must say. I've never caught anything from those since the days of T-rex! You should see how happy and surprised i was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly truth was not as bad as they said. We cannot trust reviews. They're all from a writer's perspective and we cannot trust the writer word for word... so..... I conclude, if you wanna watch a movie, got get yourself a ticket and judge for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's entertaining, hilarious, and true, true about how men perceive a relationship, how women are different and how ugly the truth can be. Nothing really in depth, but it's really a pleasant movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love's just like the stuffed toys in that catching machine, you never know when you're gonna grab it. You just have to keep on trying. And it's when you least expected, it gets on the hook. It takes experience, a lot of patience, some luck, a lot of effort, but you know that the smile that you'll get at the end of it all, with that retarded looking toy in your hands, it's when you'll say to yourself, hey, it's all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a nice book today for my breaks, "A Child Called It", it's a touching book i heard. I've yet to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8609666715317553431?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8609666715317553431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-things-have-their-beholders-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8609666715317553431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8609666715317553431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-things-have-their-beholders-too.html' title='Ugly things have their beholders too.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Srj8OueNQOI/AAAAAAAACFM/nYWGGZ7-PdA/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7010595542938746269</id><published>2009-09-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:09:11.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Talk.'/><title type='text'>Beauty can be seen by the blind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrO99YXuIYI/AAAAAAAACFE/AzShp_VHUyo/s1600-h/f5b86a134c65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrO99YXuIYI/AAAAAAAACFE/AzShp_VHUyo/s320/f5b86a134c65.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382854841849487746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:Times;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Robert Browning -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So we kissed all night, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;till the morning light,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;our love shone bright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and our hearts ignite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Times;"&gt;There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- George Sands -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To love someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;one have to be endearing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be loved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is a blessing."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Times;"&gt;Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Renee Conkle -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Many lust for the physical,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the superficial things in life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stand in dismay,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no words i can say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but to be in all distress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I await for the time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hope for that fateful day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that i can hold my love and say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i do not just need a pretty face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nor just someone to hold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you dear,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for who you are,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i lust for your beautiful soul."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Plato -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Roses are red,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;violets are blue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The honey is sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and so are you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thou are my love and i am thine;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I drew thee to my valentine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lot was cast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then i drew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And fortune said,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it should be you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:13px;"&gt;Perhaps they were right in putting love into books... Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- William Faulkner -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let's not let our love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wither and die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love dies without me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause you need me, you're mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We belong with each other,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;till death do us apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We embrace one another,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for an end to start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's our last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Faulkner's wrong about love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Times;"&gt;Love is friendship set to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- E. Joseph Crossmann -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"L, is for the way you look at me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O, is for the only one i see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;V, is very, very, extraordinary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, is even more than anyone that you adore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and love was made for me and you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Where there is great love, there are always miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Willa Cather -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've never believed in miracles, until i've found the greatest love of all, and that's you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/589234578304533141-7010595542938746269?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7010595542938746269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7010595542938746269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7010595542938746269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-say.html' title='Beauty can be seen by the blind.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrO99YXuIYI/AAAAAAAACFE/AzShp_VHUyo/s72-c/f5b86a134c65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5123306707758108110</id><published>2009-09-17T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:12:19.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship.'/><title type='text'>The things we'll do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m15EaxsYB7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m15EaxsYB7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5123306707758108110?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5123306707758108110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-could-have-just-been-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5123306707758108110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5123306707758108110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-could-have-just-been-like-that.html' title='The things we&apos;ll do.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-623549930814117293</id><published>2009-09-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:20:37.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glares.</title><content type='html'>It is better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for what you are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-623549930814117293?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/623549930814117293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/glares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/623549930814117293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/623549930814117293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/glares.html' title='The Glares.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7653566521208419522</id><published>2009-09-08T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:58:59.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrIWasX7l5I/AAAAAAAACEs/xYGqbz70uI0/s1600-h/dca2cf931a9f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrIWasX7l5I/AAAAAAAACEs/xYGqbz70uI0/s320/dca2cf931a9f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382389152505108370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After awhile you learn the subtle difference&lt;br /&gt;Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;And company doesn't mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;And presents aren't promises,&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;With your head held high and your eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.&lt;br /&gt;You learn to build your roads&lt;br /&gt;On today because tomorrow's ground&lt;br /&gt;Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have&lt;br /&gt;A way of falling down in mid flight.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile you learn that even sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Burns if you get too much.&lt;br /&gt;So you plant your own garden and decorate&lt;br /&gt;Your own soul, instead of waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure,&lt;br /&gt;That you really are strong.&lt;br /&gt;And you really do have worth.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn and learn... and you learn&lt;br /&gt;With every goodbye you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that special someone,&lt;br /&gt;Sets foot in your life and illuminates that void&lt;br /&gt;With much light to your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;And so it is,&lt;br /&gt;That your dictionary no longer&lt;br /&gt;Holds the word Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7653566521208419522?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7653566521208419522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7653566521208419522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7653566521208419522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-my-love.html' title='Goodbye, my love.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SrIWasX7l5I/AAAAAAAACEs/xYGqbz70uI0/s72-c/dca2cf931a9f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1860865836440158892</id><published>2009-06-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:53:00.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship.'/><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk7he0blNI/AAAAAAAACEk/nK9aNZA7o-s/s1600-h/3484269695_24a294859d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk7he0blNI/AAAAAAAACEk/nK9aNZA7o-s/s320/3484269695_24a294859d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348371478873871570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If a person's character is unclear to you, look at his friends. There's a saying that goes, "Birds of the same feathers flock together." Well, it is absolutely true, yes, we have choices and in life we do mix around with the genuine and the fakes. Whoever it is, we learn a great deal from our friends around us and vice-versa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends can be a real pain in the ass but nevertheless, we do get hell a lot of fun together at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Each friend represent a new world, a world possibly not born until they arrive in your life, and it is only by meeting this new friend that a new world is born."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1860865836440158892?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1860865836440158892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1860865836440158892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1860865836440158892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk7he0blNI/AAAAAAAACEk/nK9aNZA7o-s/s72-c/3484269695_24a294859d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-5359369288842614194</id><published>2009-06-17T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:46:28.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning.'/><title type='text'>Competence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk55YWcQiI/AAAAAAAACEc/J6S7a59J0mA/s1600-h/959873822_5b132f50d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk55YWcQiI/AAAAAAAACEc/J6S7a59J0mA/s320/959873822_5b132f50d9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348369690431078946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone is at the unconscious incompetence level of learning wherever they first try something new. Not convinced? Watch a baby learning to walk. He doesn't know he doesn't know how to walk. He tries it because everyone else is doing it. When he learns, by falling, that walking isn't as easy as it looks, he reaches for helping hands. The instant he reaches for help, he moves to the next level of competency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-5359369288842614194?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/5359369288842614194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/competence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5359369288842614194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/5359369288842614194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/competence.html' title='Competence.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sjk55YWcQiI/AAAAAAAACEc/J6S7a59J0mA/s72-c/959873822_5b132f50d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-3295246216334093864</id><published>2009-06-15T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:46:52.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food.'/><title type='text'>Food play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjY_sfpCwJI/AAAAAAAACEU/B_1YFjbIEhQ/s1600-h/2108838403_2a4bc8725d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjY_sfpCwJI/AAAAAAAACEU/B_1YFjbIEhQ/s320/2108838403_2a4bc8725d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347531641189482642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The colour, Red, makes one hungry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating with a pale blue plate, slows down your speed when eating food from it compared to other coloured plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you swallow honey, it enters your blood stream within 20 mintues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chewing gums while peeling onions will prevent you from crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls have more tastebuds than guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An apple, onion and potato will taste all the same with your nose plugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't play with your food! Food facts for the curious young one! Now you know the facts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are drowning in information but starved for knowledge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-3295246216334093864?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/3295246216334093864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3295246216334093864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/3295246216334093864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-play.html' title='Food play.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjY_sfpCwJI/AAAAAAAACEU/B_1YFjbIEhQ/s72-c/2108838403_2a4bc8725d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1488296692491091126</id><published>2009-06-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:47:32.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rejection.'/><title type='text'>The perfect reject.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjSAw1ZpQMI/AAAAAAAACEM/u2uslN8Zby0/s1600-h/2713069319_18dc2a616a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjSAw1ZpQMI/AAAAAAAACEM/u2uslN8Zby0/s320/2713069319_18dc2a616a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347040234052337858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;People are always in search of what they lack and things that they never had have before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly for beauty, loneliness for fame, poor for rich, insignificant for importance and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfection? Don't make me laugh. Nothing is perfect in this world. They say practice makes perfect. But why practice when nothing is perfect. Imperfection is absolute perfection. It is the flaws that makes us all perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why despite all this, people seek perfection in their appearance and to an extend that they undergo aesthetic surgery for that gorgeous new skin. Simply because people judge. Not by what they don't see but what the appearance is. Inner beauty? Don't make me laugh again. This world is cruel. No one talks about inner beauty. I believe that it takes a beautiful soul to make it up for a beautiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, people judge, we cannot escape that. I don't blame people for that all. I understand. But it is unfair. Blame god for your face? Your birth identity? Your life troubles? And claim all credit for your achievements? We blame everyone except ourselves for the wrong doings and unfairness. We are humans and to err is human. We are imperfect. And since we are already imperfect, it makes us all perfectly normal why do we still seek more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greed? I don't think so. I think we seek more because of all the rejection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rejection is human's number one worst nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is only when we are accepted there and then, we will stop seeking perfection. Because perfection never really exist, it's us living in denial all along after being rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1488296692491091126?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1488296692491091126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-reject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1488296692491091126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1488296692491091126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-reject.html' title='The perfect reject.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjSAw1ZpQMI/AAAAAAAACEM/u2uslN8Zby0/s72-c/2713069319_18dc2a616a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8597078725886881067</id><published>2009-06-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:13:05.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna be where the wild things are.'/><title type='text'>A wild free thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjOz0qN5IRI/AAAAAAAACEE/aPAc4qrmB2U/s1600-h/3406512916_3a34a8608f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjOz0qN5IRI/AAAAAAAACEE/aPAc4qrmB2U/s320/3406512916_3a34a8608f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346814899886039314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never felt so emotionally empty in my life before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside all of us......... is fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside all of us......... is adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside all of us......... is hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside all of us......... is a wild thing. We have one in all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being alone for so so long made me numbed to certain emotion and sometimes the emptiness feeds in me. I feel so so cold right this moment. The only reason i live right this second is the hope that i still have within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how long i can hold that for but i will as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to die but i smell death nearby, lurking in the corner trying to take me down anytime i give up. I won't. I am afraid i might lose it. I will fight to my last breath like what daddy did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am furious but i have no choice but to obey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to break free, everyone talks about freedom but what is it exactly? Freedom is independence fueled with free-will and dreaming can be limitless and impossible things can be made possible. Freedom is the air in the sky, the waves in the ocean and the scent of sakura blossoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom is all the happy things in life, a kingdom that where happiness and hope is free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Freedom is making the right choice when there's no one to stop you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8597078725886881067?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8597078725886881067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/wild-free-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8597078725886881067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8597078725886881067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/wild-free-thing.html' title='A wild free thing.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjOz0qN5IRI/AAAAAAAACEE/aPAc4qrmB2U/s72-c/3406512916_3a34a8608f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-203834945872383247</id><published>2009-06-12T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:04:23.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My inner child.'/><title type='text'>Childish heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjIMArMnF6I/AAAAAAAACD8/4s3IJMidKYo/s1600-h/baby-t-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjIMArMnF6I/AAAAAAAACD8/4s3IJMidKYo/s320/baby-t-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346348913377351586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I might not understand your pain, i might not know how bad it is but i just want to let you know, that hope still exist. Do not give up on life my friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where i can find that, how to keep that but you just have to search deep within your heart, when all's used to be great. Where before it all started. Go back to the beginning of it all. I know you can't talk about it. You've bottled it all up that now it is exploding. Take one deep breath for yourself right now, and let go of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to be responsible over our actions as adults, though occasionally we do act like children, there's no wrong with that. We're all children at heart, it's just that only our bodies grow bigger, our heart, not any older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the inner child speak sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake on Christmas morning and not be a child."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-203834945872383247?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/203834945872383247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/childish-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/203834945872383247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/203834945872383247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/childish-heart.html' title='Childish heart.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SjIMArMnF6I/AAAAAAAACD8/4s3IJMidKYo/s72-c/baby-t-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1062416060127920770</id><published>2009-06-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:19:38.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Disappointment and it's effects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_dE7X6aZI/AAAAAAAACD0/XmCet1TiiqI/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_dE7X6aZI/AAAAAAAACD0/XmCet1TiiqI/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345734359439272338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest. Similiar to regret, it differs in that the individual feeling regret focuses primarily on the personal choices that contributed to a poor outcome, while the individual feeling disappointment focuses on the outcome itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointment effect, provides false expectations of perfection in life and prevents people from achieving a healthy self-identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we're all helpless, lost, the only solution we have to make it all better is cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cannot solve certain somethings and force certain somebody to like you or do something for you but we can sure feel a tad better by crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's alright, sometimes, you have to let it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1062416060127920770?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1062416060127920770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/disappointment-and-its-effects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1062416060127920770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1062416060127920770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/disappointment-and-its-effects.html' title='Disappointment and it&apos;s effects.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_dE7X6aZI/AAAAAAAACD0/XmCet1TiiqI/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-6082637292583845015</id><published>2009-06-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:05:18.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Enough, is enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_ZuF6miYI/AAAAAAAACDs/PALyf_bRiCA/s1600-h/Picture+1+16-13-04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_ZuF6miYI/AAAAAAAACDs/PALyf_bRiCA/s320/Picture+1+16-13-04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730668597250434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we already have done." The unseen, is the potential and untapped capabilities. People cannot see them but i'm sure they can be felt. Nevertheless, it disheartens me that some people do not see the value of another as much as how one view him or herself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say, seeing is believing. However we humans enjoying dreaming too, won't we want those dreams turn into reality? We plan for our future, tell dreams to your loved ones about how you are going to succeed one day being a famous somebody, driving a posh car, living in a huge mansion, leading the high life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that when we gain something, we will always lose something in exchange. Vice- versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we lose a loved one to death, we gain strength to live on and we gain the valuable lesson of treasuring what is around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we gain wealth, we lose our identity as being poor and we probably lose privacy due to the wealth we've gain, imagine the media and press placing you in the limelight 24-7, i mean if that is what you want, you'll probably gain that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gain trust, we loosen our guard down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gain and love someone, we're willing to lose our life for that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How funny it seems to me that even though we gain the whole world, we do not actually own it for eternity. So, how can anyone be truly happy? The pain an individual can go through to get all this will turn to nothing but dust? Hey, do not get me wrong, i'm not saying we should just slack all our life and sit at home on the couch and wait for money to drop from the skies. I admire determined and ambitious people but the point that i'm trying to bring across is, we fight so hard that we've sometimes neglect the simple things we have around us, that's we're constantly on the hunt for better alternatives. And why do we fight so hard for when all this cannot be brought to your grave? Satisfaction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your reason for your fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greed? Fame? Power? Or is it for your loved ones? For revenge? To prove someone wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's true, "Even if you've gained the whole world and have lost your soul with it, you've pretty much lost in the game of life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about what you live for, fight for and what you stand up for that matters. The rest are just wallpaper. Life is your stage, give your best and put up a good show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-6082637292583845015?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/6082637292583845015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/enough-is-enough_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6082637292583845015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/6082637292583845015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/enough-is-enough_10.html' title='Enough, is enough.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si_ZuF6miYI/AAAAAAAACDs/PALyf_bRiCA/s72-c/Picture+1+16-13-04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-1111792869551340265</id><published>2009-06-09T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:47:20.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solitude.'/><title type='text'>Solitude, i'll reflect my doings, i'll wait for your arrival to reign my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si4Ro3QMMwI/AAAAAAAACDc/JzNYofK13UU/s1600-h/2819352553_cfc572efd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si4Ro3QMMwI/AAAAAAAACDc/JzNYofK13UU/s320/2819352553_cfc572efd0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345229201459655426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solitude, The strong waves, the endless thoughts and reflections of life. We seek answers within ourselves endlessly through the years of our life. We should just find them within ourselves. They live in us, we just have to keep it safe inside, it's deep within, the light in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is even by this infallible sign that you will recognize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy i the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great person is one who is in the midst of the crowd keeping perfect sweetness  the independence of solitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-1111792869551340265?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/1111792869551340265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/solitude-ill-reflect-my-doings-ill-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1111792869551340265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/1111792869551340265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/solitude-ill-reflect-my-doings-ill-wait.html' title='Solitude, i&apos;ll reflect my doings, i&apos;ll wait for your arrival to reign my heart.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Si4Ro3QMMwI/AAAAAAAACDc/JzNYofK13UU/s72-c/2819352553_cfc572efd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-4896963553685406145</id><published>2009-06-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:06:36.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Head hurts from all my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiqS_5R9hUI/AAAAAAAACDU/AcWT7MLIjAE/s1600-h/49812396_d8efcdc16b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiqS_5R9hUI/AAAAAAAACDU/AcWT7MLIjAE/s320/49812396_d8efcdc16b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344245534234084674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do get emotional sometimes. I would never dare to say that i am the most romantic person on earth but i can be quite sweet. No, i am not selling myself. I'm just describing what kind of person i view myself as. Of course, writing from my perspective can be rather biased but i promise to say nothing but the truth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ambitious and i believe strongly in doing the impossible. Simply because i love proving people wrong. I feel that i can appear to be rather controlling and arrogant to certain people at times but really i'm not that sort. I don't know why am i writing all this but i'll finish it anyway since i'm at it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to be nice to people whom i do not like. I love to look at how people talk, walk, dress and laugh. My friends think that i am funny but i just love to see my friends smile and them being happy makes me feel happy too, totally at the expense of my image and happiness. I care a lot for people and get hurt easily by people. Sometimes i feel that it does not pay to be nice. Moreover, you can't please everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why can't we just please ourselves? Would not it be selfish? But who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad how the world thinks about certain issues sometimes. Is there a way to change things? Apparently, not i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go into this whole josiah talks to josiah Q &amp;amp; A interview sessions occasionally, when i question myself and answers my own question after thinking it through and reasoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion has been one of the few topic that i keep going back on and on again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWWWW, my head hurts already, urgh,  i just want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-4896963553685406145?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/4896963553685406145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/head-hurts-from-all-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4896963553685406145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/4896963553685406145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/head-hurts-from-all-my-thoughts.html' title='Head hurts from all my thoughts.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiqS_5R9hUI/AAAAAAAACDU/AcWT7MLIjAE/s72-c/49812396_d8efcdc16b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-7251515652457289906</id><published>2009-06-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:32:46.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Come, sit with me will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sid4f5rAQ2I/AAAAAAAACDM/lNbo-jDyxtg/s1600-h/twoboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sid4f5rAQ2I/AAAAAAAACDM/lNbo-jDyxtg/s320/twoboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343371972350853986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't cry, pick yourself up again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have dreams yet to come true. I have so much more to learn, never too young, never to old. I have yet to visit the world, to see the Northern Lights, to see polarbears roll around in the snow, the world's vast, the feeling is fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, come here, sit down with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm right here, i will not leave, i promise that i will not say a word and all i want to do is to listen to you. Do whatever you want, just don't leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-7251515652457289906?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/7251515652457289906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-sit-with-me-will-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7251515652457289906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/7251515652457289906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-sit-with-me-will-you.html' title='Come, sit with me will you?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sid4f5rAQ2I/AAAAAAAACDM/lNbo-jDyxtg/s72-c/twoboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-427293664806777397</id><published>2009-06-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:56:26.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Oh Life, I have questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sia1_UEuDKI/AAAAAAAACC8/4eNJ208vSx8/s1600-h/raise-your-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sia1_UEuDKI/AAAAAAAACC8/4eNJ208vSx8/s320/raise-your-hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343158107246562466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The happiest looking people are not truly the happiest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The facade they put up, the fake smiles, all so real and believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares. No one bothers about if others are happy or not. In this world we live in, few care about the people around us, they care only for themselves, me, myself and i alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it worth it to sacrifice your own happiness for someone else's? Is it true that it never pays to be good? What about the defenders of the light? Do they exist to fight against darkness? We are all flawed, imperfect. We don't understand life, we are constantly searching for life's true purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a test for us? Maybe it's god's test for us to prove our self-worth? Maybe we are all angels on a trial test and he wants to see if we can prove ourself worthy of our talents and character. I don't know. I want answers. I want proof. I need more faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life and life will love you back, love people and they will love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How true is that? What if all ends up to nothing but disappointment? Who's responsible? Where do we go when our life is up? Is there peace on the other side? Where do the bad people go? Hell? How are they judged? I'm curious. Is technology the main reason for the downfall of humans in future? God created science did he? Why can't we look at the world with our hearts instead of our eyes, cause we judge through this deceitful pair. What if we all have the same appearance, like a black shadow with no features, will we not be judged on beauty but character? What if we can live forever? Too many what ifs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is death the only way to get my answers? Or is it time's up for me to search for my answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-427293664806777397?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/427293664806777397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-life-i-have-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/427293664806777397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/427293664806777397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-life-i-have-questions.html' title='Oh Life, I have questions.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/Sia1_UEuDKI/AAAAAAAACC8/4eNJ208vSx8/s72-c/raise-your-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-2280867776086594316</id><published>2009-06-01T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:44:49.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Love, come find me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiSuJPUe1DI/AAAAAAAACC0/npK7pStzd44/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiSuJPUe1DI/AAAAAAAACC0/npK7pStzd44/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342586531722744882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love's out the door, you say the things that hurt so bad, don't wanna try, just let it go. What's the use of holding on, when all we do is hurt our love?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one said it was easy, it's a shame for us to part. Come back and haunt me, running in circles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, you do not know me, you won't wear my chains. Think i'll start it over, no one knows my name, i'm tired of the weather. I'm flying to outer space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's Boston?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could barely look at you. Light up, no choice, no voice but i will be right beside you dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you found me when no one else was looking. How you'd know i'll be here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i hide again, come, come find me again, my seeker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the dark i wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-2280867776086594316?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/2280867776086594316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-come-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/2280867776086594316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/2280867776086594316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-come-find-me.html' title='Love, come find me.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiSuJPUe1DI/AAAAAAAACC0/npK7pStzd44/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-9217311692012072297</id><published>2009-05-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:34:49.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiFtkmdGjXI/AAAAAAAACCs/LARBLdkpKDI/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiFtkmdGjXI/AAAAAAAACCs/LARBLdkpKDI/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341671108603448690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I saw you lying on the bed. Helpless and still. You stared blankly at the ceiling above you, probably thinking about how would it be like on the other side. You're the kind that never gives up, never gives in, never say die kind of person. You are extremely kind hearted, to an extend where people manipulate you and you probably won't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I watched you lie there on the bed quietly at a corner, hoping that you will never leave me. I know i could not control anything, i really wished i could. No words can express how helpless i am and how desperate i was. As i type, tears rolled down my cheeks, they streamed down my face down a familiar route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I regret not telling you the things you want to hear, the dreams i want to achieve and the truths of myself. I was afraid. I am useless. My heart aches every single time when i look back what memories and moments life gave to us, for us to share. They will remain in me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;And when i looked closer, i sat quietly near you. Not making a sound. I stood to stare, your eyes, lifeless. But you're still breathing, because you cannot let go. I held your hands with mine, they're ice cold. I believed, that god will give you just one chance. I believed because you believed. I don't blame god. I am not angry. I do regret. I am heartbroken. I cannot accept the fact that you are gone too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;Remember the times, when you carried me on your shoulders, you told me i could be anything. Remember the times, we had breakfast together at Macdonalds? Remember the times when i asked for a large whipped potato when you're on your way back from work? Remember the times when you cook maggi noodles for me when i'm hungry and still complain about how bad they tasted? Remember the times when you always offered a hug when i always reject you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I cannot turn back time. I am so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;I didnt shed a single tear, i had to be strong. You taught me to be and i had to be for the family. This pain is too much for me to take. But for you. Just for you. I will bear it all. I will bear it, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;Sometimes, i had to tell myself that you're just gone for a really long holiday and soon enough you'll be back home someday. But i guess, it does not work this way. This holiday that you're on, is an eternal one. The memories of you will forever be embedded in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;And in all my life, i owe you something that i've never said to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;"I love you daddy. I really love you. I don't care who you think you are, you are my greatest hero. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;From your number one fan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;Josiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-9217311692012072297?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/9217311692012072297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/9217311692012072297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/9217311692012072297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/05/memory.html' title='Memory.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/SiFtkmdGjXI/AAAAAAAACCs/LARBLdkpKDI/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589234578304533141.post-8351156506182726403</id><published>2009-05-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:06:39.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My childhood memories'/><title type='text'>When the caterpillar decided for a change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/ShbgYtIj6XI/AAAAAAAACCk/RNFKRS_mKK4/s1600-h/boy-with-butterfly-istock-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701123331287410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/ShbgYtIj6XI/AAAAAAAACCk/RNFKRS_mKK4/s320/boy-with-butterfly-istock-300x199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When i was in kindergarten, i recalled that i would always excel in those kind of fun activities like, circling the odd one out, filling the numbered areas with colours with the respective numbers for each hue and pattern drawing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this very particular exercise left a mark within my memory. There was once we all had to do a mix and match, sort of like a general knowledge worksheet, it is about the pairing of animals, where we actually draw a line with the help of the ruler from an adult animal to it's young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cow ---------- Calf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog ---------- Puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat ---------- Kitten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pig ---------- Piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lastly, i would just join Caterpillar with Butterfly. It is not because i knew the answer, it's simply because it was the last pair and obviously it had to be it as i am quite confident over the rest of the other pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who in the world, as a child would actually think that a Caterpillar something so squishy, gross and green would turn to a beautiful Butterfly? Honestly, never in a million years. It had zero resemblance of the adult and it is fascinating how the transformation can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is a gift for a Caterpillar since it stayed faithful in living and sort of await the day of making it to the skies and flutter for all to see. It stayed strong, unbeaten no matter how people laughed at it's ugliness. People would gaze and admire the beauty of the Butterfly yet not considered the pain it had gone through, hidden thoughts, suppressed pain and it's past. Forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the past that is the reason for it's beauty. It is in the hardwork and determination that fuels it's urge for beauty. Some say, the past does not matter but in fact it does, the past is a part of you, you cannot erase it, it made who you are today. The past can be forgiven but it shall not be forgotten and it will make you stronger because it did not kill you. The past is painful because it did not follow you to the future you have seen it together with. The past is ugly, tainted and full of sorrows but it shall be over soon. The past, you miss and shed useless tears for, is the pain you feel in the future. In order to flutter to a free life, to lift your burdens, you have to renew yourself. Your sorrows, your pain all into a cocoon. You engulfed yourself in your own reflections. You think, you think, you reason, you solve, you're stucked, you reconsider, you're hurt, you stop but you think again, you cried, you cry, you're crying. The pain will end. The story continues. Again, you live, again. Your love, or rather your mistake, will fade away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you emerge as something new, something beautiful, something no one would ever thought that you could ever achieve. You prove it not to your friends, not to your family, not to yourself. You prove it to your past. Stand up although you've fallen hard. Stand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Caterpillar, so are you ready to be that change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589234578304533141-8351156506182726403?l=keroburus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/feeds/8351156506182726403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-caterpillar-decided-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8351156506182726403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589234578304533141/posts/default/8351156506182726403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keroburus.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-caterpillar-decided-for-change.html' title='When the caterpillar decided for a change.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/S1hlAqdCRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/KqkjrKmEjuM/S220/IMG_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wr3v54MwXoQ/ShbgYtIj6XI/AAAAAAAACCk/RNFKRS_mKK4/s72-c/boy-with-butterfly-istock-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
