<?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-2727089167313281442</id><updated>2011-12-30T02:55:25.100+08:00</updated><category term='manga'/><title type='text'>Lost in Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;Leaves that detached itself from the tree&lt;br /&gt;Carried by the breeze to take where its future holds&lt;br /&gt;I hope this feelings would reach eventually&lt;br /&gt;To the heart to where it truly belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretched out my hand to touch the remains&lt;br /&gt;Of the leaves that had fallen to distant solitude&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they felt as they try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;With each and every fateful gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill just watch this leaves that fall&lt;br /&gt;Like scenes of memories that pass me by&lt;br /&gt;When hearts awaiting each others call&lt;br /&gt;If ever this time i could embrace you mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-3331326390011124648?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-548297621838428108</id><published>2009-12-04T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:03:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean of Stars</title><content type='html'>lying still looking far away&lt;br /&gt;up to where my eyes could reach&lt;br /&gt;unconsciously into deep thought&lt;br /&gt;under the starry sky&lt;br /&gt;probably hoping for you&lt;br /&gt;to come my way once again&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of a time&lt;br /&gt;neither of us shared&lt;br /&gt;wishing of that someday&lt;br /&gt;when you and i will ever be&lt;br /&gt;all of this i have to deal&lt;br /&gt;beneath the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;swallowed by this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;caught up under the ocean of stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5842331996122837271</id><published>2009-09-16T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:39:25.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unimaginable</title><content type='html'>Even though winter is close here at the place i go to there is a cherry tree that is blooming. i thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i wonder if everyone really understands that this place is not normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked right passed it still wondering, actually confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or maybe the thing that isnt normal is ...&lt;br /&gt;the tree or just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day people just pass by it, it seems that this is just normal.&lt;br /&gt;on a lazy saturday i went to the place where the cherry blossom stands&lt;br /&gt;as im slowly walking towards it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i wonder why this cherry tree blooms over and over?&lt;br /&gt;its really true what other say that: "its more like 'cherry that drives people mad'"&lt;br /&gt;looking at the cherry blossoms is something that can make you so happy, it could really drive you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat beside the tree wondering all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i still dont get why you blossom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i just thought youre actually the same as i, were both weird&lt;/span&gt; (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmmm i dont know as long as this tree wants to blossom, then let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tree like other trees..&lt;br /&gt;its just a normal tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this tree seems alright, at least it could stand out&lt;/span&gt; (sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dont you hate being weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind blew, along with the whisper of the cherry blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for other people this might seem weird but its become pretty normal for me after so long its nothing special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that tree is weird&lt;br /&gt;but right now im a little weird too&lt;br /&gt;why does this feel just a lil bit fun, i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day every trace of the cherry blossoms had disappeared&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps thats just normal here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized something incredible ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5842331996122837271?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5842331996122837271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=5842331996122837271&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5842331996122837271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5842331996122837271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/09/unimaginable.html' title='Unimaginable'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-7601032629268522749</id><published>2009-09-15T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:12:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I belonged</title><content type='html'>in an underground prison&lt;br /&gt;trapped by the chains of fear&lt;br /&gt;locked in the bars of despair&lt;br /&gt;a soul captive of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does light look like?&lt;br /&gt;how does warm feel?&lt;br /&gt;how does comfort sound?&lt;br /&gt;for the being to long for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it closed its eyes&lt;br /&gt;everyone was waiting with their bright smiles&lt;br /&gt;there was a place to return to&lt;br /&gt;and someone whom he calls his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just temporary&lt;br /&gt;for in reality&lt;br /&gt;it was never really there&lt;br /&gt;the being couldnt grab hold of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soul opened its eyes&lt;br /&gt;the wails of the damned still echoed through&lt;br /&gt;is soaked with tears of blood&lt;br /&gt;everything is still the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was just an imagination&lt;br /&gt;their was no one there&lt;br /&gt;nobody was reaching out&lt;br /&gt;it was foolish to have dreamt of the light, &lt;br /&gt;because in darkness, is where I belonged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-7601032629268522749?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7601032629268522749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-8228169743430463847</id><published>2009-08-30T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T04:24:02.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Trees Reply</title><content type='html'>Wind whispers,Trees rustles&lt;br /&gt;Soil Holds, Trees stand&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines, Trees smile&lt;br /&gt;Rain pours, Trees cry&lt;br /&gt;Moon shadows, Trees sleep&lt;br /&gt;Storm roars, Trees dance&lt;br /&gt;Flame kindles, Trees burn&lt;br /&gt;Lightning strikes, Trees strips&lt;br /&gt;Flood washes, Trees endure&lt;br /&gt;Bird sings, Trees shelters&lt;br /&gt;Environment embraces, Trees live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-8228169743430463847?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8228169743430463847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=8228169743430463847&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8228169743430463847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8228169743430463847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-trees-reply.html' title='When Trees Reply'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5034767537600480421</id><published>2009-07-22T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:02:23.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tides Roar</title><content type='html'>To the roaring tides&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;Waters traveled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loneliness journeyed of pondered thoughts and falling tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By natures best&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of sky lit angles, golden reds to pinkish scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A echoed breeze&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;Brushing touches, my angels wings and blushful smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the roaring tides&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;Waters traveled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose trees scent of sweet inprints&lt;br /&gt;A white sand beach of crystals tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rushful seas in moaning whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enchanted airs of silent embraces&lt;br /&gt;Natures love of endless beauty's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies play, birds begin to soar&lt;br /&gt;A heightened age of a pianos bellow, By a distance beckoned their hearts ajoined............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;br /&gt;BlaqRose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** nice,.!! luckily found this one., even though indirect, thnx for the sudden boost of motivation., :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5034767537600480421?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5034767537600480421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=5034767537600480421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5034767537600480421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5034767537600480421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/tides-roar.html' title='Tides Roar'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-8643061970422338643</id><published>2009-07-11T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:44:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon</title><content type='html'>in this total darkness,. no sounds can be heard you cant even here ones breath, their isnt anything in sight, their isnt any thing to distinguish nor things you can feel. the room is actually empty. a pitch black room not even light can access. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the walls are filled with writings pertaining to anger,grief,hatred,revenge and death all written in blood. someone sitting at a corner whispering to himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"why was i placed here? did i do anything wrong? how long have i been here?what is my name? what is existence? am i alive?do i exist? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all this questions going through his mind, actually it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i dont care, its time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought that you could actually see hell in a persons eyes?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-8643061970422338643?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8643061970422338643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=8643061970422338643&amp;isPopup=true' title='251 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8643061970422338643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8643061970422338643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/demon.html' title='Demon'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>251</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-6479365248282324697</id><published>2009-07-05T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:20:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14755/615799-ravemaster_front_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 419px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14755/615799-ravemaster_front_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Continent of Song is in chaos. The sinister secret society known as Demon Card is using the power of Dark Bring to destroy everything in their path. The only things capable of stopping Dark Bring are the Rave stones. Unfortunately, the Rave Stones were scattered around the globe in an explosion 50 years ago, so now they must be collected by the Rave Master in order to stop Dark Bring once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- another great manga finished., (^^,) this ones my favorite among all the ones ive read and/or currently reading., i highly recommend it, ill rate this as 10 out of 10., &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* summary taken from onemanga, img from google imgs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-6479365248282324697?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6479365248282324697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=6479365248282324697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6479365248282324697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6479365248282324697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/07/rave.html' title='Rave'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-3398391833463767563</id><published>2009-06-23T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:51:02.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the next</title><content type='html'>the sky lavished&lt;br /&gt; with a brilliant blue color&lt;br /&gt; the wind scatters&lt;br /&gt; the petals onto the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; from the windows i saw them&lt;br /&gt; stretching off into the distance&lt;br /&gt; towards the vast path of freedom&lt;br /&gt; theyll surely continue their flight into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but now, i still want to stay here&lt;br /&gt; i still dont want to leave this chapters&lt;br /&gt; i still dont know&lt;br /&gt; but ill gather up the courage to skip into the next&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-3398391833463767563?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3398391833463767563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=3398391833463767563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/3398391833463767563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/3398391833463767563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/into-next.html' title='Into the next'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-8467888655713778002</id><published>2009-05-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:45:06.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing days</title><content type='html'>im not myself lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not doing things that needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;i started to get irritated with trivial things&lt;br /&gt;i hate conversations&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about pretty much everything&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happening?&lt;br /&gt;is this what i really want?&lt;br /&gt;if i sink in to deep&lt;br /&gt;what will happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-8467888655713778002?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8467888655713778002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=8467888655713778002&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8467888655713778002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8467888655713778002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/passing-days.html' title='Passing days'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-4810189816068660243</id><published>2009-04-09T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:54:16.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts thoughts thoughts</title><content type='html'>we really are connected by the threads of fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making this just a small world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-4810189816068660243?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4810189816068660243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=4810189816068660243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4810189816068660243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4810189816068660243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts_09.html' title='thoughts thoughts thoughts'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5596597705835278852</id><published>2009-04-01T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:36:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts thoughts thoughts</title><content type='html'>can meeting the right people at the proper moments really make that much difference in your future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5596597705835278852?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5596597705835278852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=5596597705835278852&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5596597705835278852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5596597705835278852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts.html' title='thoughts thoughts thoughts'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-6401377617789411401</id><published>2009-03-10T09:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:26:24.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUIness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbXZe2YClFI/AAAAAAAAADE/DUDCzqdaWtM/s1600-h/yui23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbXZe2YClFI/AAAAAAAAADE/DUDCzqdaWtM/s320/yui23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311390459569017938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last a yui portion in my blog nyahaha., hmmm actually ive planned this for a long time but i couldnt make my tab portion work on the code. since im only doing this during my free time( &gt;:)!! ) when we would have net at home id probably have &lt;br /&gt;the time to fix it but for now, this one's ok.. :D next time if i could finish it ill link everything i know about yui stuffs &gt;:) (hindi naman ako maxadong obsessed :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1*Yui (born March 26, 1987 in Fukuoka, Japan) is a Japanese singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and actress. She is currently signed to Sony Music Records Japan and attached to the talent agency Stardust Promotion. But now she's currently taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;2*&lt;br /&gt;here are the links to her albums and singles, you can dowload them at the URL provided:&lt;br /&gt;1st album (From me to YOu): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UFFU0MAS&lt;br /&gt;2nd album (Cant buy my Love): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=F8AJPTSV&lt;br /&gt;3rd album (I loved Yesterday): Part 1: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=HZF1619I&lt;br /&gt;          Part 2: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OC72Y827&lt;br /&gt;Singles:&lt;br /&gt; (Its happy Line): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DH7ASA4O&lt;br /&gt; (feel my soul): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=D1RGYOR6&lt;br /&gt; (tomorrows way): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=I8M6QQBL&lt;br /&gt; (life): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=NHIWAU0X&lt;br /&gt; (tokyo): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=08L8UOLN&lt;br /&gt; (goodbye days): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4U8H0DBF&lt;br /&gt; (i remember you): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=NRAZYP1O&lt;br /&gt; (rollingstar): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=R2HAS9TP&lt;br /&gt; (cherry): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=322CG75K&lt;br /&gt; (my generation/understand): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6WA94820&lt;br /&gt; (love &amp; truth): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OZ7QCJ7S&lt;br /&gt; (namidairo): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=J0XUMQMM&lt;br /&gt; (summer song): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=XMS8NO7B&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then their are songs by various artist she sang:&lt;br /&gt;Sotsugyo Shashin&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa ni Tsutsumaretanara&lt;br /&gt;Yozora No Mokou&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah (acoustic) hmm this ones actually one of her songs but isnt in any album or singles&lt;br /&gt;     i just found it.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like listening to the instrumental and acoustic version of her songs., her instrumentals calms me somehow., and listening to her acoustic is like listening to her while doing her streetside performances (its as if ive been into 1(ok dream on but still hoping hehehe )).. listening to her music sends me to a tranquil state.. it makes me feel at ease and relax., i never get tired of her songs im just playing it over and over and over again.,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for some who doesnt understand the lyrics try listening to the songs melody/rythmn first, like somewhat feeling the song first. when you finally get to feel the music try reading the translation of the songs (@ http://www.jpopasia.com/lyrics/yui/)., you would probably  understand her a bit.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people you should try her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yui as a great instrumentalist, she likes playing guitar the most. i too could also play the guitar but not as good as her and others though. i just know how to play. songs of her that i could play with tabs are 'its happy line', 'goodbye days', 'crossroad', 'life' and others still practicing and looking for tabs., if only ms.hottokoton from youtube(just search for her, she also plays good guitar) would give me tabs but i guess its impossible. another, if only i could create tabs just by listening to the song but i cant (too bad).. ill never be good if i dont practice, right?! well practice practice and more practice., as long as i could play, its alright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to end this portion ill leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;for people who loves music. even if the music doesnt make a sound, you can still probably hear its melody&lt;br /&gt;quote by me hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1* thanks wiki for the info and pics&lt;br /&gt;2* thanks yamyamyami :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-6401377617789411401?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6401377617789411401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=6401377617789411401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6401377617789411401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6401377617789411401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/test.html' title='YUIness'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbXZe2YClFI/AAAAAAAAADE/DUDCzqdaWtM/s72-c/yui23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-6514584691129991333</id><published>2009-03-09T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:58:39.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbR2uNtOY1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FpgFQlEzzsI/s1600-h/Monster-v18c01pg004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbR2uNtOY1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FpgFQlEzzsI/s320/Monster-v18c01pg004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311000396902064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible story starts of with a genius surgeon (Dr Tenma)&lt;br /&gt;trying to save a young boy's life (johan) instead of the mayor of the place.&lt;br /&gt;Due to his disobedience to his Director, Dr Tenma was removed&lt;br /&gt;from his "to be position" in his medical career. Then this was&lt;br /&gt;followed by unfortunate events that nearly lead to his downfall.&lt;br /&gt;But when everything was going all wrong for him. A series of killings&lt;br /&gt;took place and this killings lead to Dr Tenma's revival. The killings&lt;br /&gt;were beneficial for him. Years later, johan reapears and told Tenma&lt;br /&gt;he was the one who killed his superiors.But the police suspected Tenma already for those&lt;br /&gt;deaths. Now he's on the run to find johan who was guilty for the crimes he was&lt;br /&gt;innocent of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Monster a very nice manga. just finished reading it, is their a sequel for this one? (wtf!)&lt;br /&gt;This manga,of all the ones ive read, is the only manga that really fascinated me(i mean over fascinated)..the twists and turns of the story.,its like a jigsaw puzzle the events were all connected to each other to see the bigger picture. for me ill rate it 11/10 or probably more. People you should try this one out.Soooo very highly recomended., it's totally amazing, as in TOTALLY!!!! The BEST!! now onto the next manga that they highly recommended '20th century boys' :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-6514584691129991333?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6514584691129991333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=6514584691129991333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6514584691129991333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6514584691129991333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster.html' title='Monster'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SbR2uNtOY1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/FpgFQlEzzsI/s72-c/Monster-v18c01pg004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-7297594733614729832</id><published>2009-02-11T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:14:27.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall never Surrender</title><content type='html'>The time has come and so have I&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh last cause you came to die&lt;br /&gt;The damage done~the pain subsides&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the fear clear when I look in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I never kneel and I'll never rest&lt;br /&gt;You can tear the heart from my chest&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you see what I do best,&lt;br /&gt;I'll succeed as you breathe your very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how the angel fell&lt;br /&gt;I know the tale and I know it too well&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you wish you had a soul to sell&lt;br /&gt;When I strike you down and send you straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My army comes from deep within&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my soul--beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;As you're ending, I'm about to begin&lt;br /&gt;My strength~His bane~and I will never give in.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you now I'm the one to survive&lt;br /&gt;You never break my faith or my stride&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you choke on your own demise&lt;br /&gt;I make the angel scream, and the devil cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok ung first part, gang dun lng hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-7297594733614729832?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7297594733614729832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=7297594733614729832&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/7297594733614729832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/7297594733614729832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/shall-never-surrender.html' title='Shall never Surrender'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-4153148128224221533</id><published>2009-02-05T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:35:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiescent</title><content type='html'>its late afternoon. the office feels dull at this time especially without the others around to make it more lively. only a few of us are here. just been browsing stuffs in the net for quite a while now. been reading manga, too bad the one im reading is still ongoing and im at its latest chapter already. tried to browse for the next one that ill add to the list of my manga im currently reading but didnt find one of my interest at the moment.so then i shifted back to programming trying to study something different. for just a couple of minutes i stopped. i dont like to think anymore. i looked at the other two to see what they were doing but they seem busy. oh well back to browsing then laid my head back on the chair. after a couple of minutes everythings fading slowly. tried to stay awake by drinking water and walking around. but to no avail it didnt work. so i gave in, plugged the earphones and let everything fade into darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-4153148128224221533?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4153148128224221533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=4153148128224221533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4153148128224221533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4153148128224221533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiescent.html' title='Quiescent'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-2658194627960439967</id><published>2009-02-04T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:45:16.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel of the Past</title><content type='html'>It was already evening. Preparing to go home got to call it a day. Been busy lately because of work (as usual). (another reason)and so that i could go home and play the game that i was addicted to(Devil may Cry &gt;:) ). packed my laptop and waiting for my friends to finish their game of poker. as i watch their game it was kinda fun, playing mind games with your opponent. and when they're finally done got my phone and plugged the earphones. of course YUI's on the playlist (:D). walking to where the place we ride to go home. saw a familiar face but im not sure if it was really her. as she was drawing near to me, i still couldnt tell if it was really her. her appearance looks different she has long hair now and from the memories i had, i had that image of her also, coz i was used to it short. i dont know if it was her but still i felt that she was her. then when she was almost in front of me then passing me by, the reaction she made was the same by the person i thought of. memories came rushing in, then i suddenly looked back at her to really really confirm it. she was walking to fast to avoid me so i couldnt tell.(i dont know if it was really to avoid me. these are assumptions because i dont know.) hmmm ..it was then, just then that i realized that she has the same eyes like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("our paths crossed. and now we're walking opposite directions. im really glad our paths intersected.")&lt;br /&gt;"i dont mind and i dont care now.( plain blank devilish grin)" mumbling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-2658194627960439967?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2658194627960439967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=2658194627960439967&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/2658194627960439967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/2658194627960439967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/angel-of-past.html' title='An Angel of the Past'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-6468367326490471744</id><published>2009-02-03T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:16:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>A little kid was seen sitting at the middle of a field. Grass was the only thing that could be seen on that field. He just sat there alone. Quiet and emotionless. He was just staring at nothing, nothing at all. Then he dropped on his back and looked towards the sky. He looked towards the sky trying to find the end. But he could see no bound. He then sighed and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Blue... “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a cloud in sight. Blue as far as the eye could see. That moment just stood still. Nothing else moved. Occasionally he breathed and his heart beat slowly. Alone, the little kid just kept staring at the vastness of the sky. Slowly  then he hummed a tune. A song that would be heard by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say the words / That longed to break away / even though just for a while / I hope I touched your life / Time is not on my side / Stranded time and again / Choices are now gone / Fleeing the moment still / As I look around I try to live and feel / I shed a tear for all regrets / For that is all I have / Regrets that wound my heart / Memories that haunts my mind / The dance has ended / The song has passed / Just like me they’ll just be your past / A distant voice calls my name / As I sing this Soldiers poem / Echoing through my soul / I came from nothing only to return once more /  This shall me my last poem / This shall be my last song / To extend my arms to you / For you to hear my words / For one more day I’d give it all / I’d give it all away / I’d take back all the days / Leaving our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been chasing a dream all my life / And that is all that I regret / Not saying the words you longed to hear / Succumbing to my own fears / Hiding from the  truth / Now it might be too late / To say that I Love You / My dream is all around / I can’t even hold you now / I look at an old photograph / To feel you lips / Your eyes / Your smile / But not even love can change this day / Nothing can change our faith / And as I die all alone / No one will ever hear this song / Frozen inside and out / I never got to hear your voice / Say those blissful words / That when I say I love you / You’ll say you love me too / Now I say my last goodbye / I say these final words / This Soldiers Prayer is my last goodbye / Before I close my eyes / This Soldiers Prayer is my last goodbye / Before I leave this world //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Do you even know what the song means? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint voice spoke to the boy. But still he remained unfazed. He just stood there still and sighed. He could hear the other person walk slowly towards him and then sat beside him. He took a glance at the person on his side and then looked towards the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ It’s still blue... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Which one? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person beside him then stared at him for a few moments and gave a puzzled look. The person saw how focused the boy was with what he was looking at and the person stared at the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ The sky... It’s still blue... ”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-6468367326490471744?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6468367326490471744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=6468367326490471744&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6468367326490471744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6468367326490471744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5719606954305853819</id><published>2009-01-30T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:17:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>He then sat on the cold steel and leaned against the cold brick walls. He then looked up towards the sky and stared at the starless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Even the stars are against me... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a star could be seen that night. He decided to go out. He left all the doors open, figuring that nobody would have any interest on anything inside he just left. He walked around town as usual. He saw bright lights emanating from the different buildings and shops. He saw many people walking around. In his direction and against. He just looked at them, a glance or just plain staring at them. He saw couples, children’s, families, friends, he saw every conceivable type of person there was in the crowd of normal people. One thing he didn't see was someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ They’re still dead... ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the crowds of people he just kept passing them, he kept walking against them, and with them. Until there were no more to see. He reached the edge of their town where a grassy field used to be. Now only patches of green was seen. He then rested himself against the soft land beneath him He stared at the still starless sky and just allowed himself to be eaten by the solitude surrounding him. He lost all cares to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just stared at the sky. Dark and starless. It was just empty, much like the feeling inside of him. He was empty. An emotionless shell, much like the starless sky. Confusion and unknown much like the cloudy night. But unknown to him, a small ember was still burning inside his heart. A small flame that kept lit the night. He might not know it yet but surely a small fire still burned inside of him. He just rested there and hummed himself to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5719606954305853819?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5719606954305853819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=5719606954305853819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5719606954305853819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/5719606954305853819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-3405193639292467316</id><published>2009-01-28T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:33:55.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>im with a friend discussing about stuffs&lt;br /&gt;tas ang biglang banat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: andito ka pa pla?!&lt;br /&gt;g7: hinihintay ko na lang matapos ung dinownload ko.. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: buti na lng andyan ka pa.. patulong sana ako sa query&lt;br /&gt;g7: di ko kaya yan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: simple lng ito.. promise madali lng&lt;br /&gt;g7: (yang ganyang banat ang ayaw ko eh) sige patingin na lng&lt;br /&gt;  kung may maitutulong ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: (opens laptop) (loading...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: ansaya pala sa palawan&lt;br /&gt;   (shows pictures of the place and places she went to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g7: ganda naman ng lugar!! kailan ung punta mo?&lt;br /&gt;friend: nung january ung first two weeks na wala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g7: kaya pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: (shows more of the images)&lt;br /&gt;g7: (fascinated about pretty much everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after everything was shown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at last, to the point, gusto ko ng umuwi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: ay eto pala ung query, pasenxa tumagal pa na excite lng kasi ako&lt;br /&gt;g7: ok lng (actually hindi &gt;:) ).. ang ganda nga nung lugar&lt;br /&gt;  sana ako din hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: (gives the details about the prob)&lt;br /&gt;g7: sige test lng ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haayyy madali nga lng :((,. 8 na d pa ako nakakauwi,. (pde namang sabihin bukas na lang)&lt;br /&gt; pero tinapos ko parin (andaming reklamo tatapusin din pala) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pero habang ginagawa ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: sorry,. lam ko hindi ka pa kumakain, bili lng ako saglit ng makakain&lt;br /&gt;g7: wag na patapos na ako.. (joke lng,nahiya pa ang ungas :)) ) (pde ung mabubusog ako &gt;:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pagbalik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: kain muna..&lt;br /&gt;g7: yan ok na sya., ganyan ung output, tama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: ang galing naman, salamat ha..&lt;br /&gt;g7: wala nga akong ginawa, tinignan ko lng (pahumble moves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pagkatapos kumain)&lt;br /&gt;friend: may tanung lng ako?&lt;br /&gt;g7: anu un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: naisip ko lng, lagi kitang nakikitang tumatawa, mukang masaya&lt;br /&gt;  tas ang positive lagi ng tingin mo..(pause) pero "how come your eyes look&lt;br /&gt;  cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g7: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;g7: may tissue ka, dumugo ilong ko, english eh.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* di ko inaasahan un ah.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-3405193639292467316?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3405193639292467316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=3405193639292467316&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/3405193639292467316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/3405193639292467316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-8081298317356534961</id><published>2009-01-20T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:14:15.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Poems (Helpful Hints)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="writingHints_boxTop"&gt;   &lt;div class="writingHints_textDiv_one"&gt;     &lt;div class="writingHints_text"&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_headings"&gt;Know Your Goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       If you don't know where you're going, how can you&lt;br /&gt;get there? You need to know what you are trying to accomplish before you begin any project. Writing a poem is no exception. Before you begin, ask yourself what you want your poem to "do." Do you want your poem to describe an event in your life, protest a&lt;br /&gt;      social injustice, or describe the beauty of nature?&lt;br /&gt;Once your know the goal of your poem, you can conform your writing to that goal. Take each main element in your poem and make it serve the main purpose of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="writingHints_textDiv_two"&gt;     &lt;div class="writingHints_text"&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_headings"&gt;Use Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;"BE A PAINTER IN WORDS," says UWEC English professor emerita, poet, and song writer Peg Lauber. She says poetry should stimulate six senses: &lt;strong&gt;sight, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearing, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smell, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;touch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taste and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinesiology&lt;/strong&gt; (motion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="writingHints_boxMiddle"&gt;   &lt;div class="writingHints_textDiv_two"&gt;     &lt;div class="writingHints_text"&gt; &lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_headings"&gt;Avoid Clichés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stephen Minot defines a cliché as: "A metaphor or simile that has become so familiar from overuse that the vehicle....no longer contributes any meaning whatever to the&lt;br /&gt;tenor. It provides neither the vividness of a fresh metaphor nor the strength of a single unmodified word…The word is also used to describe overused but nonmetaphorical expressions such as 'tried and true' and 'each and every" Three Genres: The Writing&lt;br /&gt;      of Poetry, Fiction and Drama, 405).&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;Cliché&lt;/em&gt; also describes other overused literary elements. "Familiar plot patterns and stock characters are clichés on a big scale" (Minot 148). Clichés can be overused themes, character types, or plots. For example, the "Lone Ranger" cowboy is a cliché because it has been used so many times that people no longer find it original.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      A work full of clichés is like a plate of old food: unappetizing.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Clichés work against original communication. People value creative talent. They want&lt;br /&gt;      to see work that rises above the norm. When they see a work without clichés, they&lt;br /&gt;know the writer has worked his or her tail off, doing whatever it takes to be original. When they see a work full to the brim with clichés, they feel that the writer is not show-&lt;br /&gt;ing them anything above the ordinary. (In case you hadn't noticed, this paragraph is chock full of clichés... I'll bet you were bored to tears.)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Clichés dull meaning. Because clichéd writing sounds so familiar, people can comp-&lt;br /&gt;      lete finish whole lines without even reading them. If they don't bother to read your&lt;br /&gt;poem, they certainly won't stop to think about it. If they do not stop to think about your poem, they will never encounter the deeper meanings that mark the work of an acco-&lt;br /&gt;      mplished poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;       4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_headings"&gt;Avoid Sentimentality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       Sentimentality is "dominated by a blunt appeal to the emotions of pity and love...Popu-&lt;br /&gt;lar subjects are puppies, grandparents, and young lovers" (Minot 416). "When readers have the feeling that emotions like rage or indignation have been pushed artificially for their own sake, they will not take the poem seriously" (132).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minot says that the problem with sentimentality is that it detracts from the literary quality of your work (416). If your poetry is mushy or teary-eyed, your readers may openly rebel against your effort to invoke emotional response in them. If that happens, they will stop thinking about the issues you want to raise, and will instead spend their energy trying&lt;br /&gt;to control their own gag reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_numbers"&gt;       5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="writingHints_textDiv_headings"&gt;Communicate Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry always has a theme. Theme is not just a topic, but an idea with an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic:&lt;/strong&gt; "The Vietnam War"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a theme. It is only a subject. It is just an event. There are no ideas, opinions, or statements about life or of wisdom contained in this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme:&lt;/strong&gt; "History shows that despite our claims to be peace-loving, unfortunately each person secretly dreams of gaining glory through conflict."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a theme. It is not just an event, but a statement about an event. It shows what&lt;br /&gt;the poet thinks about the event. The poet strives to show the reader his/her theme during the entire poem, making use of literary techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courtesy of  http://www.originalpoetry.com/?en=mail&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i think i never followed this hints though hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;as long as i could write one, my purpose was to never amuse my readers anyway.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2727089167313281442-8081298317356534961?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8081298317356534961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=8081298317356534961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8081298317356534961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/8081298317356534961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-poems-helpful-hints.html' title='Writing Poems (Helpful Hints)'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5809010665773995904</id><published>2008-12-19T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:45:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese song</title><content type='html'>to let the time&lt;br /&gt;just pass by&lt;br /&gt;been listening to music&lt;br /&gt;for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is just played&lt;br /&gt;its title is "rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;by the band "round table"&lt;br /&gt;a japanese song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so practically&lt;br /&gt;i cant follow the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;that the artist was saying&lt;br /&gt;through the whole song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the the melody&lt;br /&gt;is nice&lt;br /&gt;then i found myself&lt;br /&gt;drawn into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;it feels so relaxing&lt;br /&gt;i guess i dont need to understand it for now&lt;br /&gt;ill just let it touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;for a while longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5809010665773995904?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-7207499040299845531</id><published>2008-12-14T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:14:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzle pieces</title><content type='html'>a person walked towards me then gave me this puzzle&lt;br /&gt;he just handed it to me end left&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to do with it&lt;br /&gt;i just left it untouched&lt;br /&gt;day by day i'm just looking at it&lt;br /&gt;i started to feel curious&lt;br /&gt;so one day i felt like looking at it&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to understand it&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse at first you'll never do&lt;br /&gt;so everyday i'm looking at all the pieces it has&lt;br /&gt;every piece is totally different from the others&lt;br /&gt;each has a different image&lt;br /&gt;and each has a complex structure&lt;br /&gt;then the next thing i realized&lt;br /&gt;is that some of the image&lt;br /&gt;are connected to one another&lt;br /&gt;and they could be connected to one another&lt;br /&gt;even with the structure they have&lt;br /&gt;what could this mean?&lt;br /&gt;was their any reason behind it?&lt;br /&gt;even with a lot of questions in mind&lt;br /&gt;i got excited over it&lt;br /&gt;it started to seem amusing somehow&lt;br /&gt;and slowly i got a little excited over it&lt;br /&gt;day by day i seem to put together small parts of it&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda feel happy with that&lt;br /&gt;but this feeling is slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to complete the whole&lt;br /&gt;it started to irritate me already&lt;br /&gt;with this frustration&lt;br /&gt;i could really give up on it&lt;br /&gt;but still i started it&lt;br /&gt;i need to finish it&lt;br /&gt;ill just have to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;that their is still a lot to do&lt;br /&gt;and slowly get the thing done in no time&lt;br /&gt;due to my curiosity&lt;br /&gt;i still struggle to complete it&lt;br /&gt;when will i complete it?&lt;br /&gt;what could be the picture drawn?&lt;br /&gt;guess i need to try harder&lt;br /&gt;to see the image behind&lt;br /&gt;for nothing really compares&lt;br /&gt;when you achieve what you like the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-7207499040299845531?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7207499040299845531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=7207499040299845531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/7207499040299845531'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;everything started to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this rotten scent&lt;br /&gt;trembling in fear&lt;br /&gt;nothing but agony&lt;br /&gt;in this tormented place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theirs no one left but me&lt;br /&gt;i lost all the sanity i have left&lt;br /&gt;walking aimlessly to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;i'm consumed in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally all lights fade&lt;br /&gt;totally clouded with evil thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in this dark abyss&lt;br /&gt;engulfed by despair&lt;br /&gt;His death only awaits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-6732538519549706882?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6732538519549706882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=6732538519549706882&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6732538519549706882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/6732538519549706882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/12/howl-of-dark.html' title='Howl of the Dark'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-5507590943695475105</id><published>2008-12-04T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:58:17.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of Darkness</title><content type='html'>when light faded into darkness.. what flower of evil bloomed then, in that abyss?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-5507590943695475105?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5507590943695475105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-1576505898891771408</id><published>2008-11-22T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:22:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>the sun is brightly shining&lt;br /&gt;under the clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;even with this heat&lt;br /&gt;still, everyones enjoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy myself&lt;br /&gt;having all this stuff&lt;br /&gt;got ready to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played and had fun&lt;br /&gt;with this burst of enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;the day passed by so fast&lt;br /&gt;nearly at its end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun set&lt;br /&gt;with this wonderful scenery&lt;br /&gt;time really do pass by&lt;br /&gt;when youre enjoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;prepared for the events this evening&lt;br /&gt;fireworks display&lt;br /&gt;under the starry night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;this kind of relief&lt;br /&gt;this happiness&lt;br /&gt;i hope this moments will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the park&lt;br /&gt;to have a walk&lt;br /&gt;then sat on a bench&lt;br /&gt;and had a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at the sakura tree&lt;br /&gt;its leaves are gradually falling&lt;br /&gt;with that happening&lt;br /&gt;the tree started to look depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen with a reason&lt;br /&gt;but even so&lt;br /&gt;it feels lonely&lt;br /&gt;when things you appreciate fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day&lt;br /&gt;its getting more dull&lt;br /&gt;i guess its beauty&lt;br /&gt;cannot remain forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it truly is sad&lt;br /&gt;without its beauty&lt;br /&gt;but then ill wait&lt;br /&gt;until it blossoms once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind is changing&lt;br /&gt;its gradually getting cold&lt;br /&gt;as i look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt see the sun anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i walk the street&lt;br /&gt;i just came to realize&lt;br /&gt;as it touched my skin&lt;br /&gt;that snow is already falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their are no one around&lt;br /&gt;just me along the street&lt;br /&gt;the snow is piling up&lt;br /&gt;it slowly covers everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now trapped at home&lt;br /&gt;looking outside through the window&lt;br /&gt;its getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;a blizzard is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though im secure&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;when will this end&lt;br /&gt;it still feels cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and tried to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;by the looks of it&lt;br /&gt;everything is already calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow is melting&lt;br /&gt;i hear the drops of water&lt;br /&gt;the snow covered surrounding&lt;br /&gt;is now as it was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been out in a while&lt;br /&gt;instead of being trapped at home&lt;br /&gt;i could finally go out&lt;br /&gt;to do the things i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting under a tree&lt;br /&gt;at the hilltop&lt;br /&gt;looking at the scenery&lt;br /&gt;i finally realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthing's starting a new&lt;br /&gt;everything is in place&lt;br /&gt;now once again&lt;br /&gt;a bud blossoms once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-1576505898891771408?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1576505898891771408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-2183735517046494490</id><published>2008-10-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:19:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Thoughts</title><content type='html'>why is it that you have to hide things?&lt;br /&gt;is it because you dont want others to feel bothered?&lt;br /&gt;well actually your just making others do, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;"its bothersome to deal with you who never say anything. because no one will understand you.."&lt;br /&gt;why is it that you want to keep everything to yourself&lt;br /&gt;someday it will comsume you&lt;br /&gt;and when that time comes,. you cant get out already&lt;br /&gt;because you closed yourself to the world.&lt;br /&gt;darkness is all that's left and no light could possibly make it bright anymore.&lt;br /&gt;will you be prepared for that?&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;your smile cannot hide everything&lt;br /&gt;"if you dont want to tell me, you dont have to. but dont smile when you dont feel like it."&lt;br /&gt;"you cannot hide your pain from me. i know that i cant do anything to help, but at least let me&lt;br /&gt;worry about you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-2183735517046494490?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2183735517046494490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=2183735517046494490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/2183735517046494490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/2183735517046494490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/wandering-thoughts.html' title='Wandering Thoughts'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-4959319326193052206</id><published>2008-10-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:01:56.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something i have to tell</title><content type='html'>the days we travelled&lt;br /&gt;even if im always there beside you&lt;br /&gt;walking the same paths&lt;br /&gt;even though were always together&lt;br /&gt;it still felt so distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you cant remember my existence&lt;br /&gt;ill always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;though this feelings can never be repayed&lt;br /&gt;just being by your side&lt;br /&gt;ill stay true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why does it have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to hurt so bad?&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the price i have to pay&lt;br /&gt;to protect you, to save you&lt;br /&gt;just to bring you back and see your smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling, ill hold on&lt;br /&gt;a while longer until i get you back&lt;br /&gt;this overflowing thoughts of&lt;br /&gt;saying how much you really mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i know in the end&lt;br /&gt;the memories we shared&lt;br /&gt;will bring us back together&lt;br /&gt;and when that time comes ill definetely&lt;br /&gt;tell you how much I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**inspired by the one im reading currently: "Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where can you get that much strength to hold on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-4959319326193052206?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4959319326193052206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=4959319326193052206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4959319326193052206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4959319326193052206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-i-have-to-tell.html' title='Something i have to tell'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-4465840315110115417</id><published>2008-10-11T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:52:04.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse into my Mind &gt;:)</title><content type='html'>Thoughts really are just ideas popping into your head&lt;br /&gt;but what if you have the capability to move a step and&lt;br /&gt;make it a reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im really of the happy go lucky, silent type person&lt;br /&gt;cause im not a conversationalist type,&lt;br /&gt;thats just for other person cause i usually talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;(whooo creepy ) and things that go&lt;br /&gt;on in my mind are things that i guess i should not be&lt;br /&gt;thinking, &lt;em&gt;ung tipong ikaw ba yan&lt;/em&gt;,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind theres a place in where darkness resides.&lt;br /&gt;darkness that i couldnt have just imagined or maybe it was&lt;br /&gt;already there before i totally knew myself,. it wasnt that&lt;br /&gt;obvious due to my stupid personality.,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i should just bring it out maybe at least&lt;br /&gt;once,the Devil in me., no it comes out once in a while but just&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse or portion of it.. this character doesnt care or better&lt;br /&gt;say hates the existence of everything and everyone,. maybe&lt;br /&gt;this person even hates his very own existence., even if its existence&lt;br /&gt;is not known to the world,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but id like to bring him out though due to curiosity&lt;br /&gt;even if it removes my existence &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-4465840315110115417?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4465840315110115417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=4465840315110115417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4465840315110115417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4465840315110115417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/glimpse-into-my-mind.html' title='A Glimpse into my Mind &gt;:)'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZR-bMKvju-g/SYvDv-iiNSI/AAAAAAAAACU/d2vMYlN_KIc/S220/changeofheart.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2727089167313281442.post-4731024013821485677</id><published>2008-10-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:32:28.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Everything</title><content type='html'>Guys!&lt;br /&gt;  to those who pass by my blog thankx in advance..&lt;br /&gt;  well for the design it still sucks, but in due time ill try to fix it&lt;br /&gt;  when i'm not that lazy to do so.. well anyways i think you'll&lt;br /&gt;  typically understand me more if theres by chance you'd read&lt;br /&gt;  (wtf!! nagdrama :)) )&lt;br /&gt;  thats all for NOW., bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-4731024013821485677?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4731024013821485677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=4731024013821485677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4731024013821485677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2727089167313281442/posts/default/4731024013821485677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-of-everything.html' title='The Start of Everything'/><author><name>g7</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;lying down&lt;br /&gt;under the clouded sky&lt;br /&gt;holding my hand up high&lt;br /&gt;reaching for something&lt;br /&gt;that isnt there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even so someday&lt;br /&gt;with this beautiful scenery&lt;br /&gt;the next time i look at it&lt;br /&gt;i would be together with the moon&lt;br /&gt;who lights my dark world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2727089167313281442-2690176867222133742?l=regoutofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://regoutofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2690176867222133742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2727089167313281442&amp;postID=2690176867222133742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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