<?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-7977428</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:40:10.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living my life</title><subtitle type='html'>a lil page for me where i turn to when i'm feeling down, happy, lonely or when i simply want to jot down waht i did for the day..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>497</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-275580306536069243</id><published>2012-02-03T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:22:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its comforting to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that despite how little, how seldom, or how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;since we last met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we can always seem to pick up where we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we're still the way we were since i can last remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its like you were never away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we've always been like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;havent we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you know, whatever you go thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it always feels like i can feel it too, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not that we always share the same sentiments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i'll be there every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes, we dont even need the words to convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we just know so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm so glad you're back.&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/7977428-275580306536069243?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/275580306536069243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/275580306536069243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-comforting-to-me-that-despite-how.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8865839858558872712</id><published>2012-01-26T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:34:49.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i think i'm a simple person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do have dreams about being successful and all one day.&lt;br /&gt;but in the sense that my dreams, are.. simple.&lt;br /&gt;my wants, my contentment arent unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, a successful person is one satisfied with their own.&lt;br /&gt;say, a person owns a three room flat.&lt;br /&gt;thats successful.&lt;br /&gt;thats somethi to call their own,&lt;br /&gt;as compared to someone living in a condo,&lt;br /&gt;but is actually still paying off loans or mortgage and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;success is subjective,&lt;br /&gt;being contented, with the more simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a simple person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, we all dream of a fairytale romance,&lt;br /&gt;that special other half.&lt;br /&gt;dream house, dream date.&lt;br /&gt;lavish gifts and sweet whispers&lt;br /&gt;but for me, all i ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;is to be a part of that someone's world.&lt;br /&gt;the same way that someone will be in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;be mine, and i'm all yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends, my world.&lt;br /&gt;my dreams, my future.&lt;br /&gt;thats all that i ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"i promise i'll never break your heart"&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/7977428-8865839858558872712?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8865839858558872712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8865839858558872712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-im-simple-person.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6760284863930238893</id><published>2012-01-20T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:49:20.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;nowawdays, i tell everyone - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm after the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cuz in this world, loyalty doesnt mean a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;loyalty cant fill the rice bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and right at the brink of confusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;boss came to me, at my table when i was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;he said - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;be patient. dont give up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that guy who in my mind is the most respected guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that guy who protected me, throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that guy who fought for me, when i was actually no longer his direct subordinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;just like that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;just like that, my loyalty reignites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;not to the place, or to anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but to that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;not just any guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;call me stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;call me brainwashed, or weak, or what have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but you dont have my boss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6760284863930238893?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6760284863930238893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6760284863930238893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2012/01/nowawdays-i-tell-everyone-im-after.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8117287593859067845</id><published>2012-01-16T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:18:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to some, knowledge is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it gives leverage to a one's standing.&lt;br /&gt;who knows what first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to me,&lt;br /&gt;knowledge is scary.&lt;br /&gt;its painful.&lt;br /&gt;it makes a person trustworthy, or no.&lt;br /&gt;it defines betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;it defines trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what might seem not impt to a person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might actually turn out to be very important to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one person's gossip sake,&lt;br /&gt;becomes a judgement on another person's character.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i find myself suppressing everything.&lt;br /&gt;conversations, developments, plans.&lt;br /&gt;most times i end up not saying anything,&lt;br /&gt;or just keeping quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because the connections are too small in this place.&lt;br /&gt;whats said between friends,&lt;br /&gt;unwittingly becomes political war fare&lt;br /&gt;of who said what.&lt;br /&gt;even conversations have to be carefully treaded on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world just got a lil scarier.&lt;br /&gt;and its goddamn tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8117287593859067845?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8117287593859067845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8117287593859067845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2012/01/knowledge.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5726404551936619212</id><published>2012-01-07T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:18:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to that girl in far away land,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cant wait till you get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the first step is normally the hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but the first step is also the most decisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this step i take, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will hopefully lead me where i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"you just be confident. you can make it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;here i go.&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/7977428-5726404551936619212?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5726404551936619212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5726404551936619212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-that-girl-in-far-away-land-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-319924010558951304</id><published>2011-12-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:33:09.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;people change over the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;some for the better, and some for the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all of which, opinions are subjective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but normally, its the changes that you didnt witness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;people who have somewhat disappeared for awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that when you see them next, you lament about how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;distance and time has brought about a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you never knew from back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you realize, that the person has grown up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and in many ways, i have too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;and we still wish each other the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-319924010558951304?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/319924010558951304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/319924010558951304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-change-over-years-some-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-9021558697596376573</id><published>2011-12-14T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:18.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;they say, too much of a good thing, is a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-9021558697596376573?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/9021558697596376573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/9021558697596376573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-say-too-much-of-good-thing-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5051537735958452525</id><published>2011-11-09T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:09:03.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what happens when you finally found the courage you never had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what happens when you're torn between loyalty and ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i've got gain, in this painful sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yet, i've got alot to lose, in this pursuit for attainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mindsets and goals changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what i want for the future is no longer contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is this over-ambition?&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/7977428-5051537735958452525?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5051537735958452525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5051537735958452525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-happens-when-you-finally-found.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7435282741111241911</id><published>2011-11-06T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:31:34.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I wish you could still give me a hard time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I wish I could still wish it was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But even if wishing is a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even if I never cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'll leave the door on the latch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you ever come back, if you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And it will be just like you were never gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you ever come back if you ever come back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh if you ever come back if you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now they say I'm wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause you're never comin' home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But they used to say the world was flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But how wrong was that now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And by leavin' my door open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm riskin' everything I own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's nothing I can lose in a break-in that you haven't taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know you're out there somewhere so just remember this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh just remember this, oh just remember this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now they say I'm wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause you're never comin' home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But they used to say the world was flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But how wrong was that now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And by leavin' my door open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm riskin' everything I own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's nothing I can lose in a break-in that you haven't taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll leave the door on the latch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  If you ever come back, if you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  If you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  And it will be just like you were never gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  If you ever come back if you ever come back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Oh if you ever come back if you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if now's not the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then when is?&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/7977428-7435282741111241911?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7435282741111241911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7435282741111241911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-i-wish-you-could-give-me-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-949390938670138207</id><published>2011-09-28T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:44:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was refreshing for me, tt somewhere within this cold corporate world, there is someone else, who's guard isnt up. tt 5mins, was most prob the most real i've ever shared with someone here. surprising, how comfortable it felt. surprising, the connection. it was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-949390938670138207?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/949390938670138207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/949390938670138207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-was-refreshing-for-me-tt-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7959887462229030247</id><published>2011-09-27T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:14:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most cowardly of critics, are those who's never seen the true picture, but jumps to conclusion. are those too easy on condemning, without even the whiff of essence. onlookers sees best? onlookers are just tt - onlookers. keyboard warriors at best, or vicious gossip at worst. what do you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7959887462229030247?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7959887462229030247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7959887462229030247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/most-cowardly-of-critics-are-those-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2896347789253630107</id><published>2011-09-19T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:22:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tainted by memories, haunted by hurt. when will it all stop? feels like i'm punishing myself for things gone awry. flashbacks of failures, scenes replayed, immersed with all the questions still unanswered. my mind has to stop making my heart go thru so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2896347789253630107?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2896347789253630107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2896347789253630107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/tainted-by-memories-haunted-by-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-691038463980956643</id><published>2011-09-17T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:33:03.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;first couple of days was without much impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feels just about the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but like any form of loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the reality sinks in much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;day3 and i realise the world is alot quieter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, maybe just the twitter timeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i realised i couldnt reach you as and when i liked anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its like i know you're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i just cant find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess i'm just worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have you settled fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have you made new friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;does your superiors bully you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i worry, that you're just so far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;here, where you have ppl who look out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;alot more than you actually know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;random phonecalls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;stupid name calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sarcastic insults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but above all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just an irritatingly, lame, suck-at-pronunciation girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who i actually worry alot for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i hope you're doing okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but knowing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you'll do better than just that.&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/7977428-691038463980956643?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/691038463980956643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/691038463980956643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-couple-of-days-was-without-much.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7945559258856294389</id><published>2011-09-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:11:16.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing beats old school.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one for easy listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be your eyes, could be your smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Could be the way you freed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Your precious touch caressed my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You gave me everything I need, and now I've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lost forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lost forever, and you said this is going nowhere, girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And you said I turned my back on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You said I'm not the only one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Please give me one more try for the sake of our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Let's give it one more chance coz I can't give you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I can't live one more day without you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I could never find another like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Could be the lies, could be my pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Could be the days and nights so wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Could be the times I wasn't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And all the nights we didn't share, and now you've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I can't sleep, I can't live without you by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; So cold, so lost without as my guide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You made me realise I've nothing, nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Baby give me one last try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A1 - One more try&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/7977428-7945559258856294389?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7945559258856294389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7945559258856294389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-beats-old-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5790575601256351512</id><published>2011-09-06T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:19:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word, one line. recognition. and it makes everyth else disappear. you made everyth worth it. i have got the best bosses in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5790575601256351512?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5790575601256351512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5790575601256351512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-word-one-line.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1618514061489541274</id><published>2011-08-28T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:12:14.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How we met and the sparks flew instantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; People would say they're the lucky ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I used to know my place was a spot next to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; 'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh a simple complication,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Miscommunications lead to fall-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Too many things that I wish you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So many walls that I can't break through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know what to say, it's a twist of fate when it all broke down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Next chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How'd we end up this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You're doing your best to avoid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I started to think one day I'd tell the story of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But you held your pride like you should've held me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Why are we pretending this is nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I've never heard silence quite this loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know what to say, it's a twist of fate when it all broke down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; This is looking like a contest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Of who can act like the careless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I liked it better when you were on my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The battle's in your hands now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I would lay my armor down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; If you say you'd rather love than fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So many things that you wished I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But the story of us might be ending soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know what to say, it's a twist of fate when it all broke down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And we're not speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know what to say, it's a twist of fate 'cause we're going down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-1618514061489541274?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1618514061489541274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1618514061489541274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-used-to-think-one-day-wed-tell-story.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1380453283069126287</id><published>2011-08-26T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:56:26.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thing about me is, i'm a sucker for words. one phrase, one statement - its enough to keep me driven for awhile. enough to keep me afloat, keep me buoyed. all the little setbacks, arent enough to ruin it. at least now, regardless how momentarily so, i know i'm going somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-1380453283069126287?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1380453283069126287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1380453283069126287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/thing-about-me-is-im-sucker-for-words.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7447736857358624720</id><published>2011-08-19T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:40:14.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time. sometimes we wish it just fast forward. sometimes, we wish we could go back in time. other times, we just wish it'll stop entirely. time. we wish it'll go by, yet, we never seem to have enough of it. thank god we cant rewind time to change anything from the past. cuz then, i wouldnt be here. thank god we cant forward time, else i'll miss out on alot of tmrs. thank god for fate. it brought me here. it brought me, to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7447736857358624720?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7447736857358624720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7447736857358624720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/time.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2863108036231496650</id><published>2011-08-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:23:49.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No final kiss to seal any seams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had no idea of the state we were in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The more I do, the less I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gave you the space so you could breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I kept my distance so you would be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And hope that you find the missing piece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To bring you back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dont you remember&lt;br /&gt;Adele&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/7977428-2863108036231496650?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2863108036231496650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2863108036231496650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-will-i-see-you-again-you-left-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4054404676615927566</id><published>2011-08-11T18:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:48:28.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have the greatest boss in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not be my direct boss anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but still, you look out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of 'thank you's can ever convey my gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;You, are why ppl fight so loyally here.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dont worry, if you ever face any problems, you can still look for me. I'll help you settle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone sees this side of you.&lt;br /&gt;Just those words alone,&lt;br /&gt;is enough to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;It made me not afraid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;For believing in me,&lt;br /&gt;for looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest boss in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4054404676615927566?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4054404676615927566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4054404676615927566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-greatest-boss-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4927921048483818949</id><published>2011-08-07T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:39:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, its the words within,&lt;br /&gt;tt is most hardest to say.&lt;br /&gt;But these are the words,&lt;br /&gt;tt would have meant somethi to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the lack of courage,&lt;br /&gt;or the fear of reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Tt we might ruin someth.&lt;br /&gt;The hesitance,&lt;br /&gt;the reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;Tt constant weighing of consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a delayed apology.&lt;br /&gt;A sincere opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Or a confession of misdeed.&lt;br /&gt;A profession of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.&lt;br /&gt;Words, makes more magic than one could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i say the words,&lt;br /&gt;would you believe me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4927921048483818949?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4927921048483818949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4927921048483818949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-its-words-within-tt-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2814880752597438750</id><published>2011-08-05T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:07:10.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to love this period of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Used to look forward, setting tables tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Break fast tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my mom used to make it a point,&lt;br /&gt;to break fast as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love,&lt;br /&gt;gg to geylang tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing curtains, and bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;Cushions, and carpets.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my mom used to love&lt;br /&gt;shopping as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dread,&lt;br /&gt;waking up so early.&lt;br /&gt;To go to the pasar,&lt;br /&gt;mesh with other familes,&lt;br /&gt;and carry loads of ingredients home.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom used to love,&lt;br /&gt;choosing and bargaining on the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the eve,&lt;br /&gt;i used to love chopping garlic&lt;br /&gt;and peeling onions.&lt;br /&gt;(tt was the only thing i could do to help)&lt;br /&gt;we'd have a charcoal stove,&lt;br /&gt;and cooked all the dishes tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my mom was the greatest cook.&lt;br /&gt;I'd even have my own non-spicy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, were what kept us tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Though it fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;you kept us gg.&lt;br /&gt;And tts what we need now.&lt;br /&gt;Especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2814880752597438750?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2814880752597438750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2814880752597438750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-used-to-love-this-period-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2438742512827856033</id><published>2011-07-30T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T12:41:57.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;She, she ain't real,&lt;br /&gt;She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will,&lt;br /&gt;She is a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;You and I have history,&lt;br /&gt;Or don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she's got it all,&lt;br /&gt;But, baby, is that really what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;You made a fool out of you,&lt;br /&gt;And, boy, she's bringing you down,&lt;br /&gt;She made your heart melt,&lt;br /&gt;But you're cold to the core,&lt;br /&gt;Now rumour has it she ain't got your love anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it, ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is half your age,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing that's the reason that you strayed,&lt;br /&gt;I heard you've been missing me,&lt;br /&gt;You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be,&lt;br /&gt;Like when we creep out and she ain't around,&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard the rumours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;You made a fool out of me,&lt;br /&gt;And, boy, you're bringing me down,&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core,&lt;br /&gt;But rumour has it I'm the one you're leaving her for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it, ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these words whispered in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I said it don't mean I meant it,&lt;br /&gt;People say crazy things,&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it,&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause you heard it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it, ooh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rumour has it he's the one I'm leaving you for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2438742512827856033?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2438742512827856033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2438742512827856033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-she-aint-real-she-aint-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8258308560007997718</id><published>2011-07-29T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:20:14.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny how,&lt;br /&gt;i keep running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm rushing a project,&lt;br /&gt;or getting sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and when its moments spent with a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that,&lt;br /&gt;your journey here ends.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that,&lt;br /&gt;our paths un-crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, we knew.&lt;br /&gt;All along, we'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;We were prepared.&lt;br /&gt;But still, i feel like my heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cuz of what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8258308560007997718?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8258308560007997718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8258308560007997718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-funny-how-i-keep-running-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1388411108744330407</id><published>2011-07-26T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:25:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on this beaten road,&lt;br /&gt;where ppl expect you to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Where it dont rain, but pours.&lt;br /&gt;Where failure feels ever so seductive.&lt;br /&gt;Dont succumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;Stay rooted.&lt;br /&gt;Remain strong.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your goals in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont doubt,&lt;br /&gt;dont fall for the traps that exist in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Dont fear,&lt;br /&gt;throw caution away with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Dont run,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be worth the gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just believe,&lt;br /&gt;keep the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;Just trust,&lt;br /&gt;it will not be misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;Just stay,&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-1388411108744330407?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1388411108744330407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1388411108744330407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-this-beaten-road-where-ppl-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7306075987034788748</id><published>2011-07-23T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:42:49.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Brightens up my mood.&lt;br /&gt;I like constant naggings.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i matter.&lt;br /&gt;I like out-of-the-blue.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I like efforts,&lt;br /&gt;like i'm not the only one trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7306075987034788748?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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leaves hearts broken,&lt;br /&gt;when i never intended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my words.&lt;br /&gt;That come too easily?&lt;br /&gt;Or my actions,&lt;br /&gt;That fall short, of what i truly feel?&lt;br /&gt;My hands,&lt;br /&gt;that never seem to hold tight enough?&lt;br /&gt;My love ever so transparent,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow not conveyed true enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts.&lt;br /&gt;They come about from lack of assurance.&lt;br /&gt;Somethi i apparently lack of giving.&lt;br /&gt;Always have.&lt;br /&gt;Prob always will.&lt;br /&gt;But what is it,&lt;br /&gt;do i keep doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Do i not think enough?&lt;br /&gt;Do i not see enough?&lt;br /&gt;Do i not say enough?&lt;br /&gt;Do i not hear enough?&lt;br /&gt;Do i not give enough?&lt;br /&gt;Do i not take enough?&lt;br /&gt;Am i not enough? &lt;br /&gt;Will i ever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;What is it, that i cant see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want one person,&lt;br /&gt;who has the same burning emotions for me,&lt;br /&gt;as i do for them.&lt;br /&gt;I just want one person,&lt;br /&gt;who trusts me, as much as i would never doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I just want one person,&lt;br /&gt;who'd celebrate my success,&lt;br /&gt;as i would, stand by their hardships.&lt;br /&gt;That one person,&lt;br /&gt;who respects me as i do them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Done with all the complications.&lt;br /&gt;I know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;All i want, is simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;Void of insecurities, cuz doubts dont exist.&lt;br /&gt;Void of lies and secrets, cuz trust is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does it elude me so?&lt;br /&gt;What havent i been doing right, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;What is it, cuz its damn painful trying to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i keep a person contented enough?&lt;br /&gt;For a person to want me enough?&lt;br /&gt;To trust me enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm never, truly, ever enough, am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5523693031284160230?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5523693031284160230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5523693031284160230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-never-truly-ever-be-enough-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6796111454295806618</id><published>2011-07-16T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:09:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing worth having,&lt;br /&gt;ever comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;Faults aplenty - i failed you,&lt;br /&gt;and you've failed me.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and talk of giving up,&lt;br /&gt;but ever so reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what's best -&lt;br /&gt;Lets just wait and see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a heart could break,&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my heart, it dont beat;&lt;br /&gt;not the same way anymore, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost sight of me,&lt;br /&gt;of everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast,&lt;br /&gt;i cant even grasp the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put a little distance,&lt;br /&gt;but try as i might.&lt;br /&gt;its not working, babe&lt;br /&gt;cuz ur worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Cant forget all the words,&lt;br /&gt;and all the tears you cried.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how can i bear to do this,&lt;br /&gt;to just run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize,&lt;br /&gt;there are things i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;Love, it just isnt something,&lt;br /&gt;we need to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;so dont doubt tonight, &lt;br /&gt;wont you just take my hand?&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk this road,&lt;br /&gt;make the best of what we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6796111454295806618?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6796111454295806618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6796111454295806618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/nothing-worth-having-ever-comes-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8259329640488315227</id><published>2011-07-15T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:37:36.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who'd have known,&lt;br /&gt;someth so small,&lt;br /&gt;could inflict this much hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only circumstances were different,&lt;br /&gt;everyth would have been different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8259329640488315227?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8259329640488315227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8259329640488315227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/whod-have-known-someth-so-small-could.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4531159334137425075</id><published>2011-07-13T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:09:36.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its when ppl are so proud of me,&lt;br /&gt;beams when they praise me,&lt;br /&gt;defends me when i'm being put down,&lt;br /&gt;and is so sure of me despite everythi else,&lt;br /&gt;thats when i keep reminding myself,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle as i might,&lt;br /&gt;fail as i would,&lt;br /&gt;not once, have i been disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;Not now.&lt;br /&gt;When i have ppl who sees somethi in me,&lt;br /&gt;that i wasnt too sure abt.&lt;br /&gt;When they believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;even as i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl,&lt;br /&gt;who get so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;Whom i never thought&lt;br /&gt;i would make proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps my motivation going,&lt;br /&gt;despite the odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4531159334137425075?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4531159334137425075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4531159334137425075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-when-ppl-are-so-proud-of-me-beams.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-550691490219098349</id><published>2011-07-09T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:45:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'choices.&lt;br /&gt;We either disappoint,&lt;br /&gt;or earn trust.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the magnitude,&lt;br /&gt;is still a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices.&lt;br /&gt;Make wise ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-550691490219098349?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/550691490219098349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/550691490219098349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/choices.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7881040750867952795</id><published>2011-07-08T09:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:06:26.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one cant control,&lt;br /&gt;the wheel of fate.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in my thoughts-&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;Cant seem to explain,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of late.&lt;br /&gt;Ur image flashes by at night,&lt;br /&gt;as i lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed;&lt;br /&gt;i fell for you,&lt;br /&gt;by accident.&lt;br /&gt;Swept off my feet,&lt;br /&gt;now my world spins so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Its not my agenda,&lt;br /&gt;nor a motive, i havent.&lt;br /&gt;I was just hoping maybe &lt;br /&gt;you'd fall for me too,&lt;br /&gt;by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay no heed to the world,&lt;br /&gt;we'll bide our own time.&lt;br /&gt;Until we're sure,&lt;br /&gt;until we see a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz right now all we need,&lt;br /&gt;is right here - you and i.&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here beside me,&lt;br /&gt;dont let this feeling pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted,&lt;br /&gt;anyth more than this.&lt;br /&gt;The words, the thought,&lt;br /&gt;its only you, i miss.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up more,&lt;br /&gt;just to have this one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Wont you whisper in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;that you wont leave me, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7881040750867952795?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7881040750867952795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7881040750867952795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-cant-control-wheel-of-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-288735713044307602</id><published>2011-07-02T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:02:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the thing abt me is,&lt;br /&gt;my grit, my determination.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;What ppl have in experience,&lt;br /&gt;i compensate with hours.&lt;br /&gt;I take twice as long,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll put twice the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'jia you!', right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-288735713044307602?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/288735713044307602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/288735713044307602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/07/thing-abt-me-is-my-grit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-665120167718143644</id><published>2011-06-28T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:56:55.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we wish for somethi so much,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end when we get it,&lt;br /&gt;we're not so sure we want it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-665120167718143644?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/665120167718143644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/665120167718143644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-wish-for-somethi-so-much-but-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4560991728066582238</id><published>2011-06-25T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:45:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuz there really isnt anything,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that i wouldnt do for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain&lt;br /&gt;Is blowing in your face&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Is on your case&lt;br /&gt;I could offer you&lt;br /&gt;A warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evening shadows&lt;br /&gt;And the stars appear&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one there&lt;br /&gt;To dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;For a million years&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;Haven't made&lt;br /&gt;Your mind up yet&lt;br /&gt;But I would never&lt;br /&gt;Do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've known it&lt;br /&gt;From the moment&lt;br /&gt;That we met&lt;br /&gt;No doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go hungry&lt;br /&gt;I'd go black and blue&lt;br /&gt;I'd go crawling&lt;br /&gt;Down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;No, there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are raging&lt;br /&gt;On the rolling sea&lt;br /&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;br /&gt;Though winds of change&lt;br /&gt;Are throwing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;You ain't seen nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Go to the ends&lt;br /&gt;Of the Earth for you&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&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/7977428-4560991728066582238?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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days.&lt;br /&gt;Diet, not watched in less conscious days&lt;br /&gt;Stamina, deproved in reckless days.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess,&lt;br /&gt;the difference now,&lt;br /&gt;is discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting back, whatever vices.&lt;br /&gt;Starting back, whatever beneficials.&lt;br /&gt;Moderating, binging and luxuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5137931173282045844?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5137931173282045844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5137931173282045844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-in-my-best-physical-condition.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7897946316473318550</id><published>2011-06-22T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:25:43.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we never needed words,&lt;br /&gt;to explain what we felt.&lt;br /&gt;Its like you understood my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;whatever i went thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were that quiet,&lt;br /&gt;unassuming, secret pillar.&lt;br /&gt;I was that rash,&lt;br /&gt;unthinking, constant shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, i still feel the need,&lt;br /&gt;to update you.&lt;br /&gt;To share.&lt;br /&gt;To tell.&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like how you always listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7897946316473318550?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7897946316473318550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7897946316473318550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-never-needed-words-to-explain-what.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8043372839855872617</id><published>2011-06-19T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:41:41.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in time,&lt;br /&gt;i will be, but a passing shadow.&lt;br /&gt;In time,&lt;br /&gt;all the good, once remembered,&lt;br /&gt;will be but a fading memory.&lt;br /&gt;In time,&lt;br /&gt;the emotions fade,&lt;br /&gt;the intensity wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time,&lt;br /&gt;sooner than one realizes,&lt;br /&gt;i will be barely there.&lt;br /&gt;i will be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but a distant thought.&lt;br /&gt;In time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then i will be,&lt;br /&gt;but that unrecognizable form&lt;br /&gt;you see from a distance&lt;br /&gt;camouflaged in the midst of the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8043372839855872617?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8043372839855872617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8043372839855872617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-time-i-will-be-but-passing-shadow.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-9071475393363214883</id><published>2011-06-18T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:49:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>151 hrs on.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, would mark a week exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i'm doing better than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;I imagined myself,&lt;br /&gt;having to busy myself every waking minute,&lt;br /&gt;to curb the urge.&lt;br /&gt;to ignore the craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far,&lt;br /&gt;its not that bad a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do tend to get tempted.&lt;br /&gt;But i stop,&lt;br /&gt;and i realize i dont really need it.&lt;br /&gt;And the temptation rids itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i'm pissed,&lt;br /&gt;mad, tired, frustrated or troubled.&lt;br /&gt;I havent had the unsuppressable desire&lt;br /&gt;to break the resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-9071475393363214883?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/9071475393363214883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/9071475393363214883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/151-hrs-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7626889854430377338</id><published>2011-06-16T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:13:53.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i'd wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;what you think,&lt;br /&gt;i'd have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not let another,&lt;br /&gt;ruin what should have been,&lt;br /&gt;a world for two.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly meant,&lt;br /&gt;just for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7626889854430377338?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7626889854430377338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7626889854430377338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-id-wanted-to-know-what-you-think-id.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8396153135383554778</id><published>2011-06-13T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:04:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its funny,&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me to describe the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz honestly, it feels like someone broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;It stings.&lt;br /&gt;Its disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;And so god damn painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a breakup,&lt;br /&gt;my heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;Like a breakup,&lt;br /&gt;i find myself lost.&lt;br /&gt;And like a breakup,&lt;br /&gt;i will recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just that right now,&lt;br /&gt;this very instant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;I.. Feel like i'm not gonna go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed one chance,&lt;br /&gt;and i'd do good.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i need to find that chance,&lt;br /&gt;someplace else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8396153135383554778?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8396153135383554778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8396153135383554778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-funny-if-you-asked-me-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3964926746491692075</id><published>2011-06-12T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:18:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>different ppl,&lt;br /&gt;has different views,&lt;br /&gt;bout ppl and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the innocence.&lt;br /&gt;That naivety you have abt you.&lt;br /&gt;Its such a refreshing quality.&lt;br /&gt;endearing.&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3964926746491692075?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3964926746491692075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3964926746491692075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/different-ppl-has-different-views-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5260481989869941095</id><published>2011-06-12T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:00:56.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this lil girl once said to me,&lt;br /&gt;'technology kills relationships.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen couples,&lt;br /&gt;out on a date,&lt;br /&gt;yet both of them busy on their iphones,&lt;br /&gt;playing games or updating statuses&lt;br /&gt;on a particular social network?&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;There in person,&lt;br /&gt;but minds elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;No point of eye contact,&lt;br /&gt;or conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats sad, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;What kinda rs is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5260481989869941095?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5260481989869941095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5260481989869941095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-lil-girl-once-said-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7950495517634098948</id><published>2011-06-11T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:37:21.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight,&lt;br /&gt;is a night of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things, and ppl&lt;br /&gt;who came to mind,&lt;br /&gt;and i wished would always stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl whom i protected,&lt;br /&gt;ppl whom i viewed as family.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl whom i'd have given an arm for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl who loved me,&lt;br /&gt;just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i dropped alot of random sms-es to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;To remind them of the good old times,&lt;br /&gt;and to remind them i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd still sacrifice what i would back then.&lt;br /&gt;I'd still protect you, as i did.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the distance,&lt;br /&gt;but definitely not us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7950495517634098948?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7950495517634098948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7950495517634098948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/tonight-is-night-of-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7273707082185000171</id><published>2011-06-11T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:54:09.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>words, come easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be able to articulate my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;better than some.&lt;br /&gt;Most times,&lt;br /&gt;its as if i dont mean what i say.&lt;br /&gt;But I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also because,&lt;br /&gt;i know how words dont come easy to others.&lt;br /&gt;That i hang on,&lt;br /&gt;to that one word,&lt;br /&gt;or a simple statement.&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough to melt my heart,&lt;br /&gt;or earn my loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words.&lt;br /&gt;It can still make my heart,&lt;br /&gt;beat alot faster.&lt;br /&gt;Or make me feel a sudden rush,&lt;br /&gt;of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words,&lt;br /&gt;has effects on me,&lt;br /&gt;more than you realise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7273707082185000171?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7273707082185000171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7273707082185000171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/words-come-easy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-19737700726432644</id><published>2011-06-10T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:50:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to what extent,&lt;br /&gt;can one forgive?&lt;br /&gt;Emotional scars,&lt;br /&gt;value of words,&lt;br /&gt;frequency of doubts.&lt;br /&gt;How long ago,&lt;br /&gt;will it then be buried and be past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how&lt;br /&gt;i forget the whole event and timeline.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i still rmb the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;the pain, the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i'm hankering over the past,&lt;br /&gt;just that deep down,&lt;br /&gt;it feels like it hasnt been settled.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like its somethi,&lt;br /&gt;i pushed away,&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like history,&lt;br /&gt;long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Yet occasionally,&lt;br /&gt;fresh and raw.&lt;br /&gt;But till when?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it, will it truly be over?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Really, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about it,&lt;br /&gt;i realised, you dont either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it leaves us,&lt;br /&gt;or what it means,&lt;br /&gt;i honestly do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm undecisive,&lt;br /&gt;just lost.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i cant be firm,&lt;br /&gt;just torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that way for you,&lt;br /&gt;as it is for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-19737700726432644?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/19737700726432644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/19737700726432644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-what-extent-can-one-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-559976934307888493</id><published>2011-06-08T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:40:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, thru the biggest of problems,&lt;br /&gt;all you need is to talk it out.&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen to whats bothering the person,&lt;br /&gt;or make an effort to voice it out.&lt;br /&gt;They might not see things the way you do,&lt;br /&gt;but at least they'll know.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz no one,&lt;br /&gt;is a mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to a point where&lt;br /&gt;i'm.. Blissful.&lt;br /&gt;Contented.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Not affected, or wavered.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;No point being otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-559976934307888493?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/559976934307888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/559976934307888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-thru-biggest-of-problems-all.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3829093705112846939</id><published>2011-06-07T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:34:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was clearing out the entries of my blog,&lt;br /&gt;realised i had alot of draft entries.&lt;br /&gt;Words that i've phrased,&lt;br /&gt;but never reached its intended recipient.&lt;br /&gt;Its brought about the exact same feeling&lt;br /&gt;as i did when i typed it.&lt;br /&gt;And i let myself travel,&lt;br /&gt;the same path of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;i never posted them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found drive.&lt;br /&gt;I've rid myself of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Instilled myself with new found drive.&lt;br /&gt;3mths.&lt;br /&gt;All i'm gonna need is discipline.&lt;br /&gt;Lets go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3829093705112846939?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3829093705112846939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3829093705112846939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/was-clearing-out-entries-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8721253237669869314</id><published>2011-06-06T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:17:40.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>days like these,&lt;br /&gt;everything is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;On days like these,&lt;br /&gt;i feel.. Calm.&lt;br /&gt;I feel thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Out here, in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;And not a feeling of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the medications.&lt;br /&gt;But i like this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like nothing can ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be,&lt;br /&gt;like this for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz days like these,&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8721253237669869314?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8721253237669869314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8721253237669869314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-like-these-everything-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1678108703034480637</id><published>2011-05-29T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:21:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a simple person.&lt;br /&gt;all i want,&lt;br /&gt;is to lounge at my place with you,&lt;br /&gt;watching dvds, or reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;Lazing ard,&lt;br /&gt;with no sense of time.&lt;br /&gt;with my milk tea, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot of ppl can accept that.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;No life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-1678108703034480637?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1678108703034480637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1678108703034480637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-simple-person.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8368590358868549305</id><published>2011-05-26T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:19:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growing up is scary.&lt;br /&gt;actually, you never do realize that you have.&lt;br /&gt;everyday, the process happens,&lt;br /&gt;but everyday we've never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until we crumble&lt;br /&gt;at the magnitude of responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;or trip,&lt;br /&gt;at the scale of expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, its a battle.&lt;br /&gt;everyday, we disappoint or impress someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the days when&lt;br /&gt;having a curfew,&lt;br /&gt;or being late for school was our biggest problems.&lt;br /&gt;now, everyth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only at the darkest times,&lt;br /&gt;do you realize who treats you best.&lt;br /&gt;you find out,&lt;br /&gt;how the coldest of hearts,&lt;br /&gt;actually really is quite warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you find out how,&lt;br /&gt;the furthest of friends,&lt;br /&gt;never really went very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me so long to see.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;never again, i promise.&lt;br /&gt;never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8368590358868549305?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8368590358868549305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8368590358868549305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/growing-up-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1642319921199287223</id><published>2011-05-24T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:59:25.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'what are words,&lt;br /&gt;if you really dont mean them,&lt;br /&gt;when you say them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ur at ur lowest,&lt;br /&gt;i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;you'll have me to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;that, you can count on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-1642319921199287223?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1642319921199287223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1642319921199287223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-words-if-you-really-dont-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3805657518558957342</id><published>2011-05-18T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:35:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are many ways to react&lt;br /&gt;many ways to view it.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it as a compliment,&lt;br /&gt;an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;I can take it as a strategic move,&lt;br /&gt;out of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;I can react positively,&lt;br /&gt;and improve the shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;Or negatively,&lt;br /&gt;and worsen whatever value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was this close to clearing my debt.&lt;br /&gt;All along, i was fulfilling not my duty,&lt;br /&gt;but obligation.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it feels like i have a second term&lt;br /&gt;of sentence to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Just move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;In future, we'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3805657518558957342?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3805657518558957342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3805657518558957342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/there-are-many-ways-to-react-many-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7001426517394393378</id><published>2011-05-18T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:24:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7001426517394393378?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you realize how much you've changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and you realize just how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you've managed to sustain, and pull thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it makes you stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;steel you against future hurdles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it makes you wiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to avoid mistakes once made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;look how far along its been.&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/7977428-1790684655403955148?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1790684655403955148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1790684655403955148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-funny-when-you-reflect-over-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4622003505081742901</id><published>2011-05-07T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:09:52.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was too petty,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was too calculative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, the more you care for a person,&lt;br /&gt;the more you expect,&lt;br /&gt;the harder it is to accept the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats the reason,&lt;br /&gt;lines are drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scent..&lt;br /&gt;This very scent.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of you,&lt;br /&gt;you, from years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I bought this very same perfume for you.&lt;br /&gt;How you brought it along wherever you went.&lt;br /&gt;How you got mad when other ppl used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very scent.&lt;br /&gt;From years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4622003505081742901?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4622003505081742901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4622003505081742901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-im-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7560418482873776067</id><published>2011-05-05T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:12:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish you could see, where i am today. I'm not very successful, but at least now, i'm determined to make a mark. I may not be particularly outstanding, but in your eyes, i was always the best. Whatever i chose to take up, or take on, you gave me the fullest of support. And whatever good that is of me, today, is what you instilled in me.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' day is this weekend. And like everyday over the past years, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never perfect. But you were more than anyone could wish for.&lt;br /&gt;I was never perfect, but to you, i was more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see me now. To hear all that i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were near me now, to soothe this pain away.&lt;br /&gt;But all i really wish,&lt;br /&gt;is that you know how much i miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7560418482873776067?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7560418482873776067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7560418482873776067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-you-could-see-where-i-am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8470582975783384594</id><published>2011-05-01T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:42:02.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happens,&lt;br /&gt;when you wake,&lt;br /&gt;and everythi's changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythi,&lt;br /&gt;is actually exactly the way things was the day before.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow,&lt;br /&gt;everythi's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Your world, is no longer as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what ur next step should be.&lt;br /&gt;You get so frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;that you just want to give everyth up?&lt;br /&gt;You get so lost.&lt;br /&gt;You question the whole point,&lt;br /&gt;you wonder the worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed, yet,&lt;br /&gt;everyth has..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8470582975783384594?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8470582975783384594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8470582975783384594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-happens-when-you-wake-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2817518933300140758</id><published>2011-04-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:58:34.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what to say. How to strike up a conversation. How to act. My mind is a thousand miles away. My heart doesnt feel a part of me. I feel like crap. Like i'm so far away. And i dont know what to do. Not anymore. Everything, and everyone. Feels like the whole world is either punishing me, or enjoying the fact that things are crap for me. Nothing is right anymore. Nothing is worth anything anymore. And i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2817518933300140758?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2817518933300140758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2817518933300140758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7285974321486938974</id><published>2011-04-30T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:35:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>years, are but numbers.&lt;br /&gt;respect, is over rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world now,&lt;br /&gt;is one that i no longer recognize.&lt;br /&gt;That is no longer about gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Its about practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm not really about the post,&lt;br /&gt;or even abt the money.&lt;br /&gt;Its about making a statement.&lt;br /&gt;About neglecting,&lt;br /&gt;the people who thought the world of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to make an impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7285974321486938974?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7285974321486938974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7285974321486938974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/years-are-but-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6314913974083070109</id><published>2011-04-29T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:28:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ppl like us.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl who grew up,&lt;br /&gt;and climbed the ranks here.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with flaws,&lt;br /&gt;but always learning.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of experience,&lt;br /&gt;but ever so fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ur pursuit of perfection,&lt;br /&gt;you let us go.&lt;br /&gt;For the littlest of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;For the most minor of slip ups.&lt;br /&gt;You let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot,&lt;br /&gt;that ur very core of standards,&lt;br /&gt;stems from the very few of us.&lt;br /&gt;You forgot,&lt;br /&gt;that we've rode the worst&lt;br /&gt;of storms, and yet, stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ur crazy chase for perfection,&lt;br /&gt;you've landed us to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling, and faltering.&lt;br /&gt;Barely being able to sustain&lt;br /&gt;our own survival.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to chase away the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and reminding ourselves we're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in your desperation,&lt;br /&gt;you let in jerks,&lt;br /&gt;who's made a mockery of us all along.&lt;br /&gt;Who's never been about the pride,&lt;br /&gt;but all about the glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a bitter taste.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a sense of resentment.&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest thing?&lt;br /&gt;It confirms the decision to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6314913974083070109?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6314913974083070109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6314913974083070109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/ppl-like-us.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-817174661741397143</id><published>2011-04-27T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:50:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>self mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why&lt;br /&gt;people would resort to that,&lt;br /&gt;in dark times.&lt;br /&gt;How they could inclict&lt;br /&gt;bodily injury to one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never get it.&lt;br /&gt;Fact is,&lt;br /&gt;i despise it.&lt;br /&gt;If you cant love and respect yourself,&lt;br /&gt;how in the world is anyone else going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is simple.&lt;br /&gt;With a cut or slit,&lt;br /&gt;they feel the pain, they see the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But thats not all they see.&lt;br /&gt;They see that it heals.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, it stings.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you never know if it really is gettin better.&lt;br /&gt;You never know the real extent of the pain,&lt;br /&gt;nor can anyone know how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts,&lt;br /&gt;hurt in a way that words cant describe.&lt;br /&gt;Expressions cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;Others can never fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these people,&lt;br /&gt;its a getaway.&lt;br /&gt;A distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Its still stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i still wish there were other means of outlets for them.&lt;br /&gt;I dont respect it,&lt;br /&gt;but to each his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-817174661741397143?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/817174661741397143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/817174661741397143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-mutilation.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5831630720228427970</id><published>2011-04-27T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:06:56.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even if God gave me an extra lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;to repay all the favours,&lt;br /&gt;that everyone has done for me,&lt;br /&gt;it'll still not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said so many times before,&lt;br /&gt;how i've had the fortune to meet,&lt;br /&gt;some ppl with the nicest heart.&lt;br /&gt;The ppl who's done so much,&lt;br /&gt;yet want nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;The people whom helped me out,&lt;br /&gt;in moments where i dont know where else to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl,&lt;br /&gt;the very same ppl&lt;br /&gt;i protect ever so whole heartedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5831630720228427970?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5831630720228427970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5831630720228427970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-if-god-gave-me-extra-lifetime-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6818665787650106986</id><published>2011-04-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:36:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i'll be okay"&lt;br /&gt;i heard my heart whisper..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6818665787650106986?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6818665787650106986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6818665787650106986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/ill-be-okay-i-heard-my-heart-whisper.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-8566616713870629742</id><published>2011-04-25T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:43:12.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the most attractive thing in a person,&lt;br /&gt;is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;That aura that a person gives out.&lt;br /&gt;That vibe that a person makes one feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sexiest thing in a person,&lt;br /&gt;is the smile.&lt;br /&gt;That lights up another person's day.&lt;br /&gt;That captures the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sweetest thing in a person,&lt;br /&gt;is the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That melting gaze.&lt;br /&gt;That leaves a person in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sincere thing in a person,&lt;br /&gt;is the touch.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing longing and affection,&lt;br /&gt;all without words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing is,&lt;br /&gt;what you want in a person.&lt;br /&gt;Their flaws, become much less.&lt;br /&gt;Their presence becomes a need.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts, is everyth about.&lt;br /&gt;And your heart is nothing without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Boredom at work. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-8566616713870629742?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8566616713870629742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/8566616713870629742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-attractive-thing-in-person-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3321118933200631932</id><published>2011-04-24T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:23:01.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Were you expecting it to be enough?&lt;br /&gt;it still leaves me&lt;br /&gt;in the exact same position as ytd -&lt;br /&gt;doubted.&lt;br /&gt;And it doesnt take away&lt;br /&gt;all the questions in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt alleviate&lt;br /&gt;this feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;It may have put closure for you.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes it worse for me.&lt;br /&gt;It makes it alot more painful for me.&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot more bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You'd left me here,&lt;br /&gt;with the whole saga,&lt;br /&gt;one whole mess to clear.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you'd have disappeared entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do it, in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;How could you bear to put me in such a situation?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you jepordize everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;One moment, i trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;One moment, i resented you.&lt;br /&gt;With that one word,&lt;br /&gt;you shook everyth again..&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3321118933200631932?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3321118933200631932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3321118933200631932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-254989531277484502</id><published>2011-04-24T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:21:44.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels like i'm half the person&lt;br /&gt;i once was.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like i'm a shadow&lt;br /&gt;of what i see myself as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive, the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts, the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;All gone, all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've past the halfway mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4modules, 3 bridgings done.&lt;br /&gt;4modules, 1 bridging to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas, new year's and cny done.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' day and hari raya's to go.&lt;br /&gt;Almost there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my debt is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;This whole saga will be over.&lt;br /&gt;A new lease of life,&lt;br /&gt;new opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-254989531277484502?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/254989531277484502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/254989531277484502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/feels-like-im-half-person-i-once-was.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4083200197533607039</id><published>2011-04-20T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:38:58.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i chose silence, not out of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;But of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel hurt, not because of involvement.&lt;br /&gt;But because of accuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fodder for ur gossip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4083200197533607039?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4083200197533607039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4083200197533607039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-chose-silence-not-out-of-guilt.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3768898909973973602</id><published>2011-04-19T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:38:40.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know where to begin,&lt;br /&gt;to describe the emotional turmoil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of myself right now. &lt;br /&gt;I can barely face myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i'm the cause of his downfall.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i betrayed him.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, at the same time, i'm struggling.&lt;br /&gt;To keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;To hang on, to clear myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt hurt, then guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Then memories of past conversations.&lt;br /&gt;And how fond he was of me,&lt;br /&gt;like a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;How he always took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made fun of me,&lt;br /&gt;and protected me, if someth went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But now, was i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe the turmoil i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3768898909973973602?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3768898909973973602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3768898909973973602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-know-where-to-begin-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6058232403907931958</id><published>2011-04-18T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:54:59.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in trust, we believe and stand by some things we hold true. in hope, we believe that the hardships we face will all be worth it. and in faith, i believe that truth will come to light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6058232403907931958?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6058232403907931958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6058232403907931958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-trust-we-believe-and-stand-by-some.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-995236580394711365</id><published>2011-04-18T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:24:41.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels like i've aged alot. like i've lost alot. like i've changed alot. i havent. yet, nowadays, i can barely recognize my thoughts, or my nonchalance anymore. far. too damn far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-995236580394711365?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/995236580394711365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/995236580394711365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/feels-like-ive-aged-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2771294800853337754</id><published>2011-04-15T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:46:08.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you'll get to read this someday.&lt;br /&gt;maybe sooner, than later.&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, i still know it'll get to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. &lt;br /&gt;7yrs, we got to know each other. &lt;br /&gt;right ard this period too. &lt;br /&gt;7yrs.. &lt;br /&gt;classmate, to a love blossomed, to a rock solid friendship. &lt;br /&gt;or so, i thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 birthdays, you've spent with me. &lt;br /&gt;i've spent bdays at ur place w ur family, &lt;br /&gt;having steamboat dinner. &lt;br /&gt;do you rmb, &lt;br /&gt;me gg down to watch ur floorball matches? &lt;br /&gt;do you rmb, &lt;br /&gt;gg to thailand with your family? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7yrs, might not be too long at all, &lt;br /&gt;but i'm the kind that will protect you, &lt;br /&gt;and share the burden, &lt;br /&gt;whatever you may go thru. &lt;br /&gt;its exactly what you've done for me, this years. &lt;br /&gt;and quite honestly, &lt;br /&gt;i dont know where i'd be now, &lt;br /&gt;without ur belief in me, and support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, &lt;br /&gt;might be busy once in a while; &lt;br /&gt;go thru a rough patch, &lt;br /&gt;here and there. &lt;br /&gt;but friends, the true kind, &lt;br /&gt;will always be there. &lt;br /&gt;always. &lt;br /&gt;and thats probably the one virtue &lt;br /&gt;that i pride myself in, &lt;br /&gt;the way that i love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;the way that i love you, as i do, &lt;br /&gt;each and everyone ard me. &lt;br /&gt;i let you into my world, &lt;br /&gt;you know just abt everyone who matters to me, &lt;br /&gt;my family, everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise &lt;br /&gt;i'd expected too much of you, these yrs. &lt;br /&gt;second time now, &lt;br /&gt;that she's more impt to you than me. &lt;br /&gt;second time now, &lt;br /&gt;that my friendship's been sacrificed. &lt;br /&gt;you're not selfish. &lt;br /&gt;i'm the stubborn one. &lt;br /&gt;me and my stubborn mindset. &lt;br /&gt;always have been, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought, that i was a good friend. &lt;br /&gt;i thought being here was enough. &lt;br /&gt;now i realized, &lt;br /&gt;its my presence thats making it harder for you. &lt;br /&gt;cuz you dont even think you can maintain this friendship. &lt;br /&gt;did i expect too much of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know, &lt;br /&gt;if i'm friend enough, &lt;br /&gt;i wont add on to ur burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought, &lt;br /&gt;to share the problems you face, &lt;br /&gt;just as i'd wanted you to be here for me right now. &lt;br /&gt;but i know, that'll be asking too much of you. &lt;br /&gt;its my presence thats causing so much. &lt;br /&gt;i get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, &lt;br /&gt;i know you'd want just the same for me, &lt;br /&gt;as i do for you. &lt;br /&gt;but i know, role reversed, &lt;br /&gt;i'd never have turned my back on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best, &lt;br /&gt;every step of the way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is worthwhile for you, &lt;br /&gt;it is for me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2771294800853337754?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2771294800853337754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2771294800853337754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-youll-get-to-read-this-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3373234644432436128</id><published>2011-04-15T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:35:28.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we've lost a lil of ourselves in each other. i've robbed you of a lil bit of confidence. you've taken away every sense of my trust. you've compromised way too much. way, way too much. i dont deserve you. cuz you deserve better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3373234644432436128?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3653110895879786077?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3653110895879786077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3653110895879786077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-will-come-point-where-value-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6421220765378471592</id><published>2011-04-11T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:57:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how things are now. back then, if you'd ask me, how i thought things would be now, i'd never guessed it the way it is now. things change, time flies. but we'll always be here. one way or other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6421220765378471592?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6421220765378471592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6421220765378471592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-how-things-are-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3563700375035039967</id><published>2011-04-10T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:51:47.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone from a long time ago. someone from way back. brought about a flood of emotions. i smiled to myself, realizing you were just abt the same as i rmb-ed. i smiled at the memories, the past emotions, reminiscing. you grew up to be exactly what you said you'd be, and i'm proud of you. dont give up, else its twice the work, right? i'll keep that in mind. and everythi else close to the heart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3563700375035039967?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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how wrong i've been. it wasnt because i couldn't do it. it was cuz i wasnt focusing on the right stuffs. i needa view things different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3641027139567698577?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3641027139567698577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3641027139567698577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-i-been-too-complacent-i-think-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7072138180983536147</id><published>2011-04-04T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:44:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love - all i'd wanted was somethi simple. someone who'd complete my dreams. someone who'd listen to my fears, whom i could trust with all my heart. someone whom my heart finds reason to beat for. love - i'm thankful for every person whom i've had the fortune to meet. for all the people who's made me grow stronger, who's made me more thankful for the next person that enters my life. all along, i've been all but undeserving. i've not treasured, i've not been patient. i've hurt, and i've broken. but love; if this is to be the karma, or the lesson that i should learn, i'll take it. i deserve all the trials and hurdles you've put on me. even this much, I feel ur letting me off too lightly. but now, love, i dare not dream for much. now all i ask, is that you spare the hearts of whom i'm hurting. cuz i know now, thats all i'm capable of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-7072138180983536147?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7072138180983536147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7072138180983536147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-all-id-wanted-was-somethi-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2194063162437228228</id><published>2011-04-04T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:50:26.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is one to do, when one is causing more hurt, than anyth else? what is one's worth, when one hurts the one they love. one who's supposed to be protecting, is the one inflicting. what is one to do? what can i do to take all the pain away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-2194063162437228228?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2194063162437228228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2194063162437228228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-one-to-do-when-one-is-causing.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-3224156358070354460</id><published>2011-03-26T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:48:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT GOT TO ME AGAIN. HOW I STRUGGLE, AD I WONDER TO MYSELF WHY I DID THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT GETS TIRING. IT GETS FRUSTRATING, AND QUITE HONESTLY, TAKING ITS TOLL. I TRY TO DO AS I DID AT WORK. I TRY TO KEEP UP WITH ALL MY FRIENDS, I TRY TO SUSTAIN ALL THE RS I HAVE WITH EVERYONE. I TRY TO CONCENTRATE AT SCHOOL. BUT ONE POINT OR OTHER, I'LL NEGLECT SOMETHI, OR EVERYTH. THEN I WONDER, WHY I'M EVEN DOING THIS. YES, FOR THE LONG RUN. BUT RIGHT NOW, AT THIS VERY POINT, ITS HARD.. AT THIS VERY POINT, I'M STRUGGLING HARD. I'M TIRED. PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, MOTIVATIONALLY, FINANCIALLY, AND EMOTIONALLY. EXHAUSTED, I AM. I REALLY AM. HALFWAY MARK. NOT GONNA GIVE UP NOW. FOR ALL THE FAITH PPL PUT IN ME, I CANT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-3224156358070354460?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3224156358070354460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/3224156358070354460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-got-to-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4754633948663890495</id><published>2011-03-24T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:38:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW IS IT THAT, PPL NOT INVOLVED IN SOMETHI, WILL ALWAYS WANT A SAY, A BITTER COMMENT, OR A HURTFUL SNIDE. ITS SO EASY TO JUDGE, BUT YOU'RE NOT WALKING THE TALK. IT GETS SUFFOCATING. AND QUITE HONESTLY, TIRING. JUDGEMENTS. HOW YOU INTERPRET ME, IS YOUR PROBLEM. THROW IT STRAIGHT AT ME, IF YOU DARE. I'LL TAKE IT. I'LL SHOULDER IT. JUST LEAVE THE WHOLE WORLD ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4754633948663890495?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4754633948663890495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4754633948663890495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-is-it-that-ppl-not-involved-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4977907238772259631</id><published>2011-03-02T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:15:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i get exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i get lethargic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i ask myself why i'm doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but through this now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just remind me that its all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;through this now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tell me i can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and every now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i never knew i could actually do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;most times, i'm just bullshitting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i said i'd ace somethi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or that i'd get immediate graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but if you know waht i'm talking about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you'll know my struggles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and know my success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bless all the encouragements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and never ending support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thats all thats keeping me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;actually, i know just the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;should have been.&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/7977428-4977907238772259631?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4977907238772259631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4977907238772259631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-now-and-then-i-get-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4824839241544087183</id><published>2011-02-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:51:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE ONLY REASON WHY I'M DISTANCING MYSELF, ISNT CUZ I DONT WANT TO SHARE YOUR PAIN. THE ONLY REASON, IS CUZ I KNOW MYSELF. MY WORDS OF DISAPPROVAL, MY HINT OF DISAPPOINTMENT, AND YET THE FRUSTRATIONS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO PPROTECT YOU. I KNOW LOVE IS BLIND, LOVE IS FORGIVING. LOVE IS EVERYTHI. TRUST ME, I KNOW. JUST THE SAME, I SUPPORT YOUR EVERY DECISION, WHETHER OR NOT I MAY AGREE OR APPROVE OF IT. JUST KNOW THAT I'LL BE HERE, TO RIDE THE UP AND DOWN WITH YOU. I'M STILL HERE. JUST AT THE MOMENT, WHILE UR MENDING THINGS, LET ME BE. CUZ I KNOW I'LL ONLY RUIN IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4824839241544087183?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4824839241544087183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4824839241544087183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-reason-why-im-distancing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2411055530510869760</id><published>2011-02-08T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:43:22.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'll never be that one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because i've got nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i cause more hurt, than happy times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i take, but i can never give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i can never be that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you can give me reasons why i am that one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i can give you facts on why i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me, treating you good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is me not tying you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me.&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/7977428-2411055530510869760?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2411055530510869760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2411055530510869760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-never-be-that-one-because-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5059684524478134901</id><published>2011-02-05T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:54:43.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;saw this on joey's so got curious on mine.&lt;br /&gt;horoscope. ha. i highlighted my fav. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  As a Libra, stability and balance is very important. The Libra 2011  yearly horoscope shows that 2011 will be a great year for Libras  because it brings much of the same. This will inspire Libra to branch  out and try some new things! Be prepared for a slight bump in the road  at the beginning of the year, as there will be some challenges regarding  career, but nothing that is impossible to overcome. There will  certainly be a special someone vying for your attention, but keep  yourself under control Libra. You don’t want the promise of true love to  get burned up in the fires of this romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;h2 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Libra in 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Libra 2011 Career and Income Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;       The Libra 2011 yearly horoscope shows that it’s all  catching up to you. Poor financial decisions or simply those bad breaks  that put your finances into turmoil. Don’t panic. Use your slow and  steady ability to work things out. To get back on track, it’s just going  to take some rearranging, which involves planning, one of your strong  suits. In spite of a difficult beginning, this stress on your financial  decision will inspire you to try harder and ultimately, do better in all  areas of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Libra 2011 Love, Family and Social life Horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   Romance is about to get fiery! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, too much passion  can cause you to panic. A passionate staking of a claim is not  romantic, though, Libra. It’s controlling. If you find yourself  overwhelmed by love, do not cling too tight. Slow down and just be.  &lt;/span&gt;Exercise some trust in both romantic and platonic relationships or get  ready for discord in the summer months. In terms of friends or finding  new love, be open to everything. The Libra 2011 yearly horoscope shows  that, regardless of what path you choose, peace and harmony will be  inevitable during the months of November and December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Libra 2011 Education and Traveling Horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In 2010, you made some impulsive choices. Got into debt, made  a career change, put yourself into certain financial roadblocks. The  Libra 2011 yearly horoscope shows that 2011 is about getting out of this  situation. Keep learning! The wisdom that has gone in one ear and out  the other in the past will be available to you yet again and this time,  you will be in a mental place to hear it and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Libra 2011 Health Horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; As long as you focus on balancing your life this year, the  Libra 2011 yearly horoscope shows that there will be few health issues.  Saturn arrives to stabilize you and help regain energy and vigor. This  year, the impulse to do more than you are capable of will be easier to  ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-5059684524478134901?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5059684524478134901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5059684524478134901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/02/saw-this-on-joeys-so-got-curious-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6081828221610648762</id><published>2011-01-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:17:50.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if i walk would you run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if i stop would you come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if i say you're the one ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;would you believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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-size: small;"&gt;if i ask you to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;would you show me the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell me what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so you dont leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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-size: small;"&gt;the world is catching up to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;while you're running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to chase your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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-size: small;"&gt;its time for us to make a move,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cause we are asking one another to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and maybe i'm not ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i'll try for your love&lt;/span&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/7977428-6081828221610648762?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6081828221610648762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6081828221610648762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-walk-would-you-run-if-i-stop-would.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-786613908365515085</id><published>2011-01-19T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:22:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for the sake of pacifying this particularly irritating bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;apart from the fact that i just completed my first exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(out of 25 marks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna score 26. lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its hard to update when it feels like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everything is at a standstill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm not advancing, not moving, or retreating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm just.. here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yes, i still face certain troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i find myself at a place where words elude me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or i find myself re-evaluating everyth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everythi so.. difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and, you know, 38,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-786613908365515085?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/786613908365515085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/786613908365515085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-sake-of-pacifying-this-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4570147713830978197</id><published>2011-01-12T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:07:41.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everyday when i go to sch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its these two ppl that always come to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that one who bought the pencil case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the one who supplied eveythi in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everyday when i go to sch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as i set my stuff on the table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i start the class with a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i remember two angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who irritates me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;makes fun of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;raises their voice at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gets sarcastic with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i love them to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4570147713830978197?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4570147713830978197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4570147713830978197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/everyday-when-i-go-to-sch-its-these-two.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2706914201317505093</id><published>2011-01-06T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:56:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;honestly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if you were to ask where we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or waht are we, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dont know a thing anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe this is wahts best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for teaching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i felt bad when you fell asleep last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then sms-ed me so early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i know i'm loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;know that you are too.&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/7977428-2706914201317505093?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2706914201317505093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2706914201317505093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/honestly-if-you-were-to-ask-where-we.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7002013978662446200</id><published>2011-01-02T13:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:08:39.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DATES. SOMETIMES, ITS NOT THAT YOU PARTICULARLY WANT TO REMIND YOURSELF OF DATES THAT MAKE YOUR HEART BREAK. ITS BECAUSE THE DATES ARE SO HARD TO FORGET, SOMETIMES. IT USED TO BE A NORM. ALL OF US HEADED OUT FOR NEW YEAR'S ON OUR OWN. BUT TODAY, WE ALWAYS HEADED HOME, AND CELEBRATED YOUR BIRTHDAY. IT WAS VERY HARD TO IGNORE, OR FORGET. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ALWAYS USED TO REMIND US ANYWAY. TODAY, WOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR BIRTHDAY.. DO YOU KNOW, THAT OCCASIONS AND HOLIDAYS HAVE NEVER BEEN THE SAME AGAIN? I STOPPED CARING FOR NEW YEARS, OR HARI RAYA.. CUZ IT NO LONGER HOLDS ANY FORM OF SIGNIFICANCE. IN THE PAST, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO PLANNED, WHO GOT EXCITED, DRAGGED US FOR SHOPPING, WHO DECORATED, AND SPRING CLEANED. NOW ALL THE DAYS, AND DATES, ARE JUST THAT. DAYS AND DATES. NO SIGNIFICANCE.. BUT, TODAY. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR BIRTHDAY. I STILL MISS YOU ALOT. EVERY SINGLE DAY.&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/7977428-7002013978662446200?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7002013978662446200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7002013978662446200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/dates.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-5651190781708019816</id><published>2011-01-01T14:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:08:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;JUVENILE THINKINGS, JUVENILE CRAP. I'M CURSING THE DISTANCE, CURSING THE CHOICE, CURSING THE ARRANGEMENT. IT WONT BE LONG, NOW.. ITS GONNA BE ANYTIME SOON.&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/7977428-5651190781708019816?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5651190781708019816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/5651190781708019816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/juvenile-thinkings-juvenile-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4953731660808789233</id><published>2011-01-01T13:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:09:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;IT WAS A LIL PIECE OF MY HEART I'D WANTED YOU TO WANT. THAT I'D HOPED YOU'D TREASURE AND PROTECT. AS YOU STEPPED INTO MY WORLD. ALL I WANTED, WAS THAT YOU WANTED IT, AS MUCH AS I DID.&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/7977428-4953731660808789233?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4953731660808789233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4953731660808789233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-was-lil-piece-of-my-heart-id-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-1541909230237229617</id><published>2010-12-30T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:21:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;we can never go back to waht we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was never enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;wahts left is the reminders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;of how i can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how does one reflect on the past year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is it by things gained or lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or sucesses accomplished and failures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by the friends gained and lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i only know throughout the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i may not have achieved anythi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i learned alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;earned alot. (of friends, not monetary terms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;understand alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and feel alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no point regretting anythi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the next year still beckons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so no point mulling over the past one.&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/7977428-1541909230237229617?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1541909230237229617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/1541909230237229617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/babe-we-can-never-go-back-to-waht-we.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7578048113659644444</id><published>2010-12-27T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:09:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. I STUMBLE. I GET DEFEATED. THIS ARMOUR OF MINE FAILS, AND I QUESTION EVERYTHING. BUT DURING SUCH MOMENTS, ALL I NEED, IS A BLANKET OF COMFORT. OF SUPPORT.WHO'LL REMIND ME OF EVERYTHING I WORKED SO HARD FOR. I NEED TO BE PATIENT. AND I'M THANKFUL FOR YOUR PRESENCE. TO ALL THE LOVES IN MY LIFE - THANK YOU, FOR KEEPING ME STRONG. I WONT STAY DEFEATED, CUZ I KNOW YOU WONT LET ME.&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/7977428-7578048113659644444?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7578048113659644444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7578048113659644444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-once-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2964104031664503325</id><published>2010-12-27T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:10:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"WELL, MY HEART DONT BEAT. IT DONT BEAT THE SAME WAY ANYMORE."&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/7977428-2964104031664503325?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2964104031664503325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2964104031664503325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-my-heart-dont-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-7647851583058773432</id><published>2010-12-23T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:16:15.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;words unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not cuz of the unwillingness to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but cuz of the inability to form the thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to express confusion simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;its not cuz i'm holding back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but cuz i cant reach out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but waht exactly is making things so complex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so foggy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;waht are these thoughts exactly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that corrupt my mind so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that condemns somethi i held true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;why exactly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;am i eating at myself like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how can i be lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;without seeking an answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how can i stray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i've not wandered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how can i lose belief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i've not doubted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm sorry..&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/7977428-7647851583058773432?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7647851583058773432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/7647851583058773432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-unspoken.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2537843523316701660</id><published>2010-12-22T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:10:35.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;iTS ONE THING TO DO SOMETHI, AND I DONT LIKE IT. ITS WORSE TO DO IT, WEN YOU KNOW I DONT LIKE IT, AND WE ARE WHERE WE ARE NOW. IT FEELS LIKE UR MAKING A STATEMENT. I TOLD YOU I DONT LIKE YOU GETTING A TATTOO OR PIERCING, BUT YOU DID ANYWAY. IDK HOW YOU WANT ME TO REACT. UP TO YOU ANYWAY. YOU DONT CARE WHAT I THINK. I DONT CARE TO THINK ANYMORE.&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/7977428-2537843523316701660?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2537843523316701660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2537843523316701660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-one-thing-to-do-somethi-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-2618774052611146235</id><published>2010-12-21T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:56:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i get to class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm that person who sits alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ear piece plugged in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;arms folded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;slouched in my chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm that person in class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that loner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hard to believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but this is by choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not that no one wants to sit with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i guess, i just wanna go to class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;listen, and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm not into making friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or enemies, for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but yea, they still call me over to sit with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or ask me join them for breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fact is, i wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;where i can avoid small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3 weeks of sch and i'm struggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i just dont have enough time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bummer.&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/7977428-2618774052611146235?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2618774052611146235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/2618774052611146235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-get-to-class-im-that-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-4802518834261178338</id><published>2010-12-17T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:54:12.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GET IT. EVERYONE IS TELLING ME TO FORGIVE AND FORGET. EVERYONE IS TELLING ME TO STAND IN UR SHOES. THAT I SHOULD LET MY ANGER GO. I GET IT. BUT I'VE GOT ONE QUESTION. WHAT HAPPENED TO, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, CONTACTING THAT PERSON?", OR "WHY DIDNT YOU JUST TELL ROS?" WHY IS IT NOW, THE DECISION HANGS WITH ME? WHY IS IT THAT SUDDENLY, ITS AS IF I WAS THE ONE THAT MADE THINGS THIS WAY? I DIDNT. BUT NOW, EVERYONE TURNS A BLIND EYE TO IT, AND CENTRES BACK TO ME. NOW ITS AS IF THE CHOICE IS MINE. WHY DOESNT EVERYONE SEE THAT YOU MADE THAT CHOICE, NOT ME? AM I WRONG TO REACT THIS WAY?  TRUTH IS, I'M TIRED. OF SHIFTING BLAME AND FINDING EXCUSES. MAYBE I REALLY AM THE UNREASONABLE ONE, CUZ I CANT ACCEPT, FORGIVE OR FORGET. ITS ME. AND I'M TIRED OF EVERYTHING. OF QUESTIONING MY VERY WORTH AND EXISTENCE. ITS ME. I DONT EVEN NEED TO BE HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-4802518834261178338?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4802518834261178338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/4802518834261178338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977428.post-6195724471524107234</id><published>2010-12-17T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:42:18.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I USED TO LIKE TO ASK MY FRIENDS WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER, AND TALKED ABOUT EVERYTHI UNDER THE SUN. I LIKED TO ASK THEM - IF WE COULD CHOOSE ONE SUPER POWER, WHICH DO YOU WANT? THE YOUNGER GENERATION FAVOURS FLYING, TELEPORTING, OR BEING INVISIBLE. OTHERS WANTED TO BE ABLE TO READ MINDS, OR HEAL PPL, SEE THE FUTURE, OR BE ABLE TO MOVE THINGS WITH THE MIND. IF I COULD WANT A POWER, IT'D BE TO REWIND TIME. SO THE PAIN WOULD GO AWAY. MEMORIES WOULD VANISH. AND I COULD JUST START OVER. I CAN CHOOSE, AND CHOOSE AGAIN. OR TREASURE, WHAT I KNOW WILL END. BUT KNOWING MYSELF, I'D JUST CHOOSE TO NOT KNOW ANYTH. OR MAYBE CHOOSE TO NOT CHOOSE? NO WONDER THEY NEVER GAVE HUMANS SPECIAL POWERS. CUZ WE'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977428-6195724471524107234?l=polkad0ts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6195724471524107234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977428/posts/default/6195724471524107234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkad0ts.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-used-to-like-to-ask-my-friends-when.html' title=''/><author><name>dotted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18114545406252645240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
