<?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-3540103117397853057</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:11:40.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the most liveliest blog ever</title><subtitle type='html'>im like a green recycling bin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-1280368011642219039</id><published>2009-04-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:49:01.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all at once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeixioAaJ1I/AAAAAAAAArc/cAETvWm-s1U/s1600-h/DSC_0019(s).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701767778412370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeixioAaJ1I/AAAAAAAAArc/cAETvWm-s1U/s400/DSC_0019(s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all at once, the world can overwhelm me. there's almost nothing that you could tell me that could ease my mind. which way will you run when it's always all around you? and the feeling lost and found you again, a feeling that we have no control. around a sun some say its gonna be the new hell, some say it's still too early to tell, some say its really ain't no myth at all. keep asking ourselves are we really strong enough. there's so many things that we got too proud of. i wanna take the preconceived out from underneath your feet, we could shake it off and instead we'll plant some seeds. we'll watch em' as they grow and with each new beat from your heart the roots grow deeper, the branches will they reach for what? nobody really knows. but underneath it all theres this heart all alone. what about is gone, and it really won't be so long? sometimes it feels like a heart is no place to be singing from at all. theres a world we've never seen, theres still hope between the dreams. the weight of it all could blow away with a breeze. if your waiting on the wind, don't forget to breathe cause as the darkness gets deeper we'll be sink in as we reach for love. at least something we could hold. but i'll reach to you from where time just cant go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-1280368011642219039?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/1280368011642219039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=1280368011642219039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1280368011642219039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1280368011642219039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-at-once.html' title='all at once'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeixioAaJ1I/AAAAAAAAArc/cAETvWm-s1U/s72-c/DSC_0019(s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5021416166259751726</id><published>2009-04-17T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:26:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dtmymo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/Seio93-ADyI/AAAAAAAAArU/ap04gLEM5UY/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325692340315098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/Seio93-ADyI/AAAAAAAAArU/ap04gLEM5UY/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the funny thing is it has no end. i try to call you up at 10pm, youre in a crowded train, your hanphone rang. you didnt grab that phone, but i can see you through the phone. and i'm wide awake at home, so i think i seem like a cat and hope you don't catch the bourbon on my breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll catch a cab outside on fourty second street and the cars fly through the avenue. i came to your block and i hear a voice, then another voice. so shit, she's not alone. and my heart sinks like a stone. and the tears won't even come. i feel so numb, so swept aside, so dumb. when the words are wrong and my patience gone, dont tell me that mean you're moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; in the morning, you called my phone, i hear you talking in the day, your words so dry, my face so sad, said "i broke your heart", oh yeah i bet. i'll think, your friends all dont even know me. i get the strangest looks, from that dressy crowd and though, they must think they have every reason to. when the words are wrong and you're hanging on another guy's arm does this mean you're moving on?&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/3540103117397853057-5021416166259751726?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5021416166259751726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5021416166259751726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5021416166259751726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5021416166259751726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/04/dtmymo.html' title='dtmymo'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/Seio93-ADyI/AAAAAAAAArU/ap04gLEM5UY/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-971660887113806679</id><published>2009-04-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:03:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeioBTM6FuI/AAAAAAAAArM/zVeiyMtKGQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325691299653359330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeioBTM6FuI/AAAAAAAAArM/zVeiyMtKGQ4/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we met at a online, you were wearing esprit. i'm not good at playing it cool, you said i was funny. i spent all my money then your friend keeps acting like a fool. when we said goodbye, know that i can't lie, i never thought i'd see you again. that was a mistake &amp;amp; now my heart is taken, it's too hard to comprehend.that i'm falling, hoping that you feel this way too. sitting here waiting for you. expert of illusion, i just have to get use to it, thought i had it all worked out. love was just a stage name, watch it as it became something i can't live without. then to my suprise you opened my eyes i thought i was empty inside. now everytime you're near, stormy skies become clear, now theres nowhere left to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-971660887113806679?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/971660887113806679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=971660887113806679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/971660887113806679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/971660887113806679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SeioBTM6FuI/AAAAAAAAArM/zVeiyMtKGQ4/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-4052120948998127318</id><published>2009-03-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:04:25.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SckGgI-Z70I/AAAAAAAAArE/oWS9-zlUBRI/s1600-h/DSC_0045(s).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316787984322391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SckGgI-Z70I/AAAAAAAAArE/oWS9-zlUBRI/s400/DSC_0045(s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they say taylor was a good girl, never want to be late. complain, express ideas in her brain. working on the full shift, passing out the hangers, you're gonna have to ask her if you want to change here. well mommy's little sweetheart is quite a little secret, smoking on the streets now, never gonna keep it. it's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing that she would have listened to the words they said. poor taylor. she just wanders around, unaffected by the cold night chills, and she'll pretend that she's somewhere else, so far and clear. about two thousand miles from here. well peter patrick pitter patters on the window, but sadly taylor won't let him in. poor old pete's got nothing cause he's been falling, and somehow taylor knows just where he's been. he thinks that singing on sunday's gonna save his soul, now that saturday's gone. and sometimes he thinks that he's on his way, but i can see that his brake lights are on. such a tough enchilada, filled up with nothing, giving what you got to give to get a dollar bill. used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking, now she's finger licking to the man, with the shades &amp;amp; shoes, flying on his skateboard, only stopping by on his way to a better world. if taylor finds a better world, then taylor's gonna run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-4052120948998127318?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/4052120948998127318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=4052120948998127318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4052120948998127318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4052120948998127318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor.html' title='taylor'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SckGgI-Z70I/AAAAAAAAArE/oWS9-zlUBRI/s72-c/DSC_0045(s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-2374047811636460575</id><published>2009-03-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:05:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/ScjnOuaJBhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/zlX9LyzUJzY/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316753600272729618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/ScjnOuaJBhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/zlX9LyzUJzY/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't worry, everybody in the room notices you. sit back and relax the night is early. we are about to over do it. so come and tell me something that you've already told me, cause everybody's heard all of your stories. i hope that some of them are true. i've been losing lots of keys lately, i don't know what that means but maybe i'll be better off with things that can't be locked at all. i've been feeling kind of sea sick lately, see you reaching to me gonna save me. you and me, i would much rather take the fall. the world has its ways to quiet us down. down comes our spirits again, but down comes our strength to lift us up and again. been going up wind now for too long, forget how to let go. seems to hard, to late now to turn around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-2374047811636460575?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/2374047811636460575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=2374047811636460575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/2374047811636460575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/2374047811636460575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-keys.html' title='losing keys'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/ScjnOuaJBhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/zlX9LyzUJzY/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-3655011972525126967</id><published>2009-02-26T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:01:48.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaauyziM1UI/AAAAAAAAAqs/n3YqDDakGiY/s1600-h/DSC_0178(s)xa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121398753056066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaauyziM1UI/AAAAAAAAAqs/n3YqDDakGiY/s400/DSC_0178(s)xa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel sorrow for the fear, and everything it brings, wonder if it will ever sleep. i know you understand, because you briefly look away. focusing on nothing, so now everything is clear. cause there's no one to blame, you got no place to hide. it's only in your mind. and i saw you in amazement, stumbling through the day. you told me time never waits. what is that supposed to mean? all of life is in one drop of the ocean, waiting to go home. and if the moon can turn the tides, it can pull the tears, and take them from our eyes. and make them into monsoons. sooner or later they'll weep their way back to the sea. gonna finally be free, free for a while. until they break like waves of sorrow always do, all into time. because time never waits. daddy don't day dream again, just help me to believe and then show me that there's more than the meantime. sonny, do you hear the sound? you will feel it when it breaks. you will know it when its gone. how else can i explain? because it's only the pain, it's coming straight through, come to remind. cross cut to you, in amazement, stumbling through the day. you tell me that time never waits, that's ok cause i don't wait for time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-3655011972525126967?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/3655011972525126967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=3655011972525126967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/3655011972525126967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/3655011972525126967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/monsoon.html' title='monsoon'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaauyziM1UI/AAAAAAAAAqs/n3YqDDakGiY/s72-c/DSC_0178(s)xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-119681403908152444</id><published>2009-02-22T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:13:02.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaFBGr7bStI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pnBboNYLEwE/s1600-h/3063509005_7c4387bd9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305593419146152658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaFBGr7bStI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pnBboNYLEwE/s400/3063509005_7c4387bd9d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're stunning, you're absolutely stunning and i'm running always running. and now i'm crying, you know only because i'm caring and if you were more daring, maybe you'd stop staring. come over and talk to me and tell me about how you've been waiting so patiently. and how you tried but i just turned away and i'll say, "yeah well you know, i'm shy that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're stunning, you're absolutely stunning but you're always running, but i'll catch up to you. the way you keep your distance is keeping my interest so i'll keep it persistent so maybe someday, someway, somehow, sometime we'll get together and we'll break it down and i'll ask, "why gotta be so shy, gotta be that way?" maybe, i like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's always too much talking and i wanna just keep walking but i keep staring. though i may not know the right things to say i'll get it out to you one day&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/3540103117397853057-119681403908152444?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/119681403908152444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=119681403908152444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/119681403908152444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/119681403908152444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-you-know-youre-stunning-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SaFBGr7bStI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pnBboNYLEwE/s72-c/3063509005_7c4387bd9d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-1971187589741779712</id><published>2009-02-17T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:44:03.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZrNGYgqFLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jnPqBvMMNLQ/s1600-h/2373616550_395d529005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303777020724516018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZrNGYgqFLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jnPqBvMMNLQ/s400/2373616550_395d529005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got an angel, she doesn't wear any wings. she wears a heart that can melt my own, she wears a smile that can make me wanna sing. she gives me presents with her presence alone. she gives me everything i could wish for, she gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home. she could make angels, i've seen it with my own eyes. you gotta be careful when you've got good love cause the angels will just keep on multiplying. but you're so busy changing the world, just one smile and you can change all of mine. We share the same soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-1971187589741779712?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/1971187589741779712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=1971187589741779712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1971187589741779712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1971187589741779712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/angel.html' title='angel'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZrNGYgqFLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jnPqBvMMNLQ/s72-c/2373616550_395d529005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5133294394796057229</id><published>2009-02-11T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:01:48.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZLyUqwq6FI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sKxo9rzMmrY/s1600-h/Jessica%2BLowndes%2BSet%2B90210%2BB%2BDF0RuHYFx6Pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301566148258228306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZLyUqwq6FI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sKxo9rzMmrY/s400/Jessica%2BLowndes%2BSet%2B90210%2BB%2BDF0RuHYFx6Pl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after we spoke i had a dream that i broke. the teeth from a mouth of a snake then i choked on the teeth, they were mine all along. i picked up the pieces when i woke, put them in a boat made of things that i don't want to see. i blew on the sail, watched it drift out to sea. the further it drifted the closer it came to me, i can't explain. so i took it apart in a billion boxes, there was only one key. you might think i'm your enemy, but that don't make you mine. and all i have now is empathy, i wish that you'd stop trying. oh, please stop lying. i put hatred in the box then i locked it, the strongest one i made. i buried it all, grew a tree without thorns and sat beneath it's shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-5133294394796057229?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5133294394796057229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5133294394796057229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5133294394796057229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5133294394796057229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/enemy.html' title='enemy'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZLyUqwq6FI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sKxo9rzMmrY/s72-c/Jessica%2BLowndes%2BSet%2B90210%2BB%2BDF0RuHYFx6Pl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-650090063570784862</id><published>2009-02-09T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:58:52.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams be dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZAaWNtnm1I/AAAAAAAAAps/y7mRhZxHQ2g/s1600-h/2365133459_cea4dcb717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300765730355518290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZAaWNtnm1I/AAAAAAAAAps/y7mRhZxHQ2g/s400/2365133459_cea4dcb717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shes just waiting for the summertime when the weather's fine &amp;amp; she could hitch a ride out of town &amp;amp; so far away from that low down, good for nothing, mistake making fool with excuses like, "baby that was a long time ago."but that's just a euphemism. if you want the truth he was out of control but a short time is a long time when your mind just wont let it go. well summer came along and then it was gone, and so was she but not from him because he followed her just to let her know her dreams are dreams. all this living is so much harder that it seems but girl don't let your dreams be dreams. you know this living is not so hard as it seems don't let your dreams be dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-650090063570784862?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/650090063570784862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=650090063570784862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/650090063570784862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/650090063570784862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-be-dreams.html' title='dreams be dreams'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SZAaWNtnm1I/AAAAAAAAAps/y7mRhZxHQ2g/s72-c/2365133459_cea4dcb717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-849356221008466216</id><published>2009-02-06T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:29:35.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SYxzbweoorI/AAAAAAAAApc/TxETZRAsjaU/s1600-h/DSC_0018(s).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299737782215287474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SYxzbweoorI/AAAAAAAAApc/TxETZRAsjaU/s400/DSC_0018(s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules and Regulations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Each player of this game start off with 10 weird things/habit/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list this names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No tag back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) i love to headbang to what my friends call, '"setan's music"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) i cried watching the movie click&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i tend to roll around in bed for hours if i cant sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) i have a belcony as a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) i always threaten my parents i'd take a test drive with ther car in the middle of th night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) i rarely talk to my highly educated brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) i'd love to have a macaw as a pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) i find it impossible to smile at girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) i love ban mian at cafe 2. tom yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) my expression on my face will turn funny when i get my hands on a PSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN ARE YOU(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Are you single - hell yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Are you happy - kinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Are you bored - thats kinda the reason why im doing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Are you fair - im indian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Are you Italian - read my friend, read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Are you intelligent - if i were intelligent, where should i be now? hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Are you honest - hell yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Are you nice - ask around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Are you Irish- deeey~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Are you Asian - asian with a big ass ____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Full Name - Shahiran Bin Basiron Wahab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Nicknames- iran, ron, eyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Birth place - singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Hair color - black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Natural hair style - flat, fringe towards the right, curly &amp;amp; wavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Eye color - black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Birthday - 16th december 1991&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Mood - boooreeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Favorite color - blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) One place you'd love to visit - san frasisco! bomb those fucking hills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Have you ever been in love - yuuup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Do you believe in love at first sight - depends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Do you currently have a crush? - even if i do, it doesnt matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Have you ever been hurt emotionally - uhm, let me see. yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Have you ever broken someone's heart - not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Have you ever had your heart broken - uhm let me see, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Have you ever liked someone but never told them - hahaha. uhm let me see. hahaha. yes. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Are you afraid of commitment - nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Who was the last person you hugged - MUHAMAD FAHDLI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Who was the last person you said I love you to? - aspallila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Smile or eyes - shes got a smile that could melt my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Light or dark hair - dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Hugs or Kisses - both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Shorter or taller - shorter is fine, if possible, same height!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Intelligence or attraction - both, its like burger without no buns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Topman or Zara - zara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Funny or serious - show me the funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Older or Younger - younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Outgoing or quiet - outgoing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Sweet or Bad - sweet, bad? hmmm. as long as its not against the law &amp;amp; doesnt discrimenate self image. ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN HAVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Ever performed in front of a large crowd - yaaah. bet anyone barely remembers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - that was when i had a gf. haha. single life really does save you from heafty bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Ever tried walking on your hands - you want me to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Ever been to a rock concert - yuuup. TRIVIUM COME TO SINGAPORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Ever been on a cheerleading team - do i look like i have boobs with a tight ass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Ever been on a dance team - primary school. hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Ever been on a sports team - why see ass ass sock her theme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Ever been in a drama play/production - never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, hummer or Bentley?- ask your mom to buy me one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Ever been in a rap video?- cant remember. maybe, ive dont alot of silly stuff my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN... LASTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Last phone call you made - aspalila, ask if she got me any food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Last person you hung out with - enrico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Last time you worked - last yeah, i miss digiphoto old timers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) Last person you talked to - sohail dok. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Last person you IM'd - i dont IM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Last person you texted - shafiq, about helena's birthday partay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) Last person(s) you went to the movies with - ernie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Last person/thing you missed - FADHLI! omg miss the guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) Last website you visited - myfriendshotmom.com HAHA no. uhm, ezza's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) Last kiss you had - real kiss, 2 years ago. normal kiss, 2 hours ago. from aspalila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-849356221008466216?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/849356221008466216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=849356221008466216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/849356221008466216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/849356221008466216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-and-regulations-each-player-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SYxzbweoorI/AAAAAAAAApc/TxETZRAsjaU/s72-c/DSC_0018(s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6172940736617357493</id><published>2009-01-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:13:21.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNYvBhhs9I/AAAAAAAAApM/uHK-QJkIDjE/s1600-h/l_454b9349e1f44980bbaef97204e4988f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167952349246418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNYvBhhs9I/AAAAAAAAApM/uHK-QJkIDjE/s400/l_454b9349e1f44980bbaef97204e4988f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the earth begins to shake. a cacophony of roaring, anxiety growing. cheers to leaving this mortal life behind. sweat begins its down, pour a riot we stand for. the blackout foreshadows the chaos, so raise your voices with me and sing this song of unity. so raise your hands up with me and hold this moment eternally. like a rift, opened in the sky through fire, pulses and lightning, while thunderous sounds ring, chanting hymns to leave life's troubles behind. this time shared together is just so much better than life could ever offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6172940736617357493?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6172940736617357493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6172940736617357493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6172940736617357493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6172940736617357493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/01/rising.html' title='the rising'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNYvBhhs9I/AAAAAAAAApM/uHK-QJkIDjE/s72-c/l_454b9349e1f44980bbaef97204e4988f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6816972578105759333</id><published>2009-01-04T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:04:59.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thread the floods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNW2nFp5pI/AAAAAAAAApE/JCIgyHqdiyA/s1600-h/l_8533ce935b4549db9045a8a3e512755a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288165883668719250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNW2nFp5pI/AAAAAAAAApE/JCIgyHqdiyA/s400/l_8533ce935b4549db9045a8a3e512755a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stress bbreaking my back, pulse is stuttering. pressure, mental attack, my thoughts cluttering. beating this dead horse is exhausting, heartbreaking to see my hands shaking. i'm knee-deep in the dead, still wading in this well-called life. nervousness halting all will, forcing apathy. anxiety an aching chill, hammering me down. tread the floods so you can hope to seize your own reality before it escapes thee. watch yourself drown in disarray, it's time to break away or we’ll die today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6816972578105759333?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6816972578105759333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6816972578105759333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6816972578105759333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6816972578105759333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/01/thread-floods.html' title='thread the floods'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWNW2nFp5pI/AAAAAAAAApE/JCIgyHqdiyA/s72-c/l_8533ce935b4549db9045a8a3e512755a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6107684457329965830</id><published>2009-01-02T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:06:00.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB7tos0LTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ikAyjgRRWv0/s1600-h/l_411f9ee008a94c3297ddc8605e3ae9cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287361986482679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB7tos0LTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ikAyjgRRWv0/s400/l_411f9ee008a94c3297ddc8605e3ae9cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you hide behind barricades built of facades, you think you're safe but someday we all will find you. come to where you work and fucking tie you. every lie shoved back down your throat by our hands. a skull fuck for every word, just try to breathe, don't fuck with this. break every bone in your face if you mess with my life. i'll mess with your blood, bury you in a coffin made of your deceptions. obsess as each second fades in denial of your mind made, still your jealous precedes you. you're really in love with all that i do. this is to the rats. and your conscience still tears at you, you secretly want to be just like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6107684457329965830?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6107684457329965830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6107684457329965830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6107684457329965830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6107684457329965830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-rats.html' title='to the rats'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB7tos0LTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ikAyjgRRWv0/s72-c/l_411f9ee008a94c3297ddc8605e3ae9cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-7395448711010500458</id><published>2009-01-01T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:49:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming the dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB4HbGhyYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8pIpO2NUcvo/s1600-h/l_2e064c0afec14baabeb407df13784037.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287358031462517122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB4HbGhyYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8pIpO2NUcvo/s400/l_2e064c0afec14baabeb407df13784037.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;swimming the river ascending free of fear, filled with purpose. "nishikigoi fights through oceans of adversity against the current to obtain the highest goal. swim through oceans of suffering, climb to the falls of dragon gate. transform from a koi into a beast, dragon. a living symbol of courage, no wave will shatter these scales. dreams of three eagle claws and the paws of a tiger, waterfall's up ahead, one thing left to do. you'll never stop the becoming, this dragon will rise and be king. all bear witness to a great form, evolution is complete. a breath that turns into clouds producing rain or fire. watch the world move according to each desire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-7395448711010500458?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/7395448711010500458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=7395448711010500458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7395448711010500458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7395448711010500458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/01/becoming-dragon.html' title='becoming the dragon'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SWB4HbGhyYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8pIpO2NUcvo/s72-c/l_2e064c0afec14baabeb407df13784037.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6208181124992590938</id><published>2009-01-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:50:33.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>detonation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353099095734898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVzmIqTi-nI/AAAAAAAAAok/s4zTrk9mmOU/s400/l_2a446c6222cd40112f13cc619a908e4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the sound of humanity melting away. say goodbye, it's the end of days. fire rains down on the singaporean dream. watch all you love see them scream. each will dig their own graves &amp;amp; bury themselves in life's failures. it's our bombs,we've masterminded lighting the skies. hideous misfires, many die. those who survive soon will suffocate by the poisons we create. when civilization crumbles, man will turn on one another, killing true. the darkest of time will then come to be through our selfish killer instinct. &amp;amp; now the ground we called a home is but a barren wasteland. the only sound drowning your cries is the detonation. it seems i'm running out of time, all good as dead just stand in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6208181124992590938?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6208181124992590938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6208181124992590938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6208181124992590938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6208181124992590938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2009/01/pull-harder-on-strings-of-martyr.html' title='detonation'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVzmIqTi-nI/AAAAAAAAAok/s4zTrk9mmOU/s72-c/l_2a446c6222cd40112f13cc619a908e4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-7775065148575959220</id><published>2008-12-31T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:52:20.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVt5BYOnDGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OjdzyZzDtng/s1600-h/l_d734d50ba6864045b3e245fb1a563b6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285951652239969378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVt5BYOnDGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OjdzyZzDtng/s400/l_d734d50ba6864045b3e245fb1a563b6f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raise the guns at every self-made suspicion. build the bombs, corrupt policy's decision. that's the sound of integrity breaking its back, in a country founded as a thievery act. times are dark with our children spoon-fed ignorance, inheritance of an anxious trigger finger. our leaders preach if we disagree, we're the traitors of society. homophobia, racism, sexism, our system breed supremacy. ignition, inception. burning is a fuse to destruction. break the walls of ignorance, to disarm the world for its last chance. time again for a war on an enemy that isn't real. greedy selfish warlords feed the agenda, death's the meal. that's the sound, impending far crawling up your spine. in a country where nothing its truly made clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-7775065148575959220?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/7775065148575959220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=7775065148575959220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7775065148575959220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7775065148575959220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ignition.html' title='ignition'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVt5BYOnDGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OjdzyZzDtng/s72-c/l_d734d50ba6864045b3e245fb1a563b6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-50250966830888890</id><published>2008-12-30T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:45:43.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poison the knife or the noose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVnfoBeAiPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fTabyJeA2b4/s1600-h/3100554099_5605bbc9ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285501516378048754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVnfoBeAiPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fTabyJeA2b4/s400/3100554099_5605bbc9ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't let this ruin all that you thought that you could be. a life amidst entropy is a fate you refuse to see. as the flames lick our feet, coaxing us to make the leap. cerberus drools at the knell, come join the wicked inside hell. fall fast down from grace, the world tries to make you evil. punished in this corrupt place, life's so fucking medieval. they will try to pull us down but we won't cave in. we have something that they can't take, we know the truth inside. cause we will fight this by all means. with poison, the knife or the noose at me. our world is a minefield with explosives ready to eviscerate the living. sabotage the devious blindfold, you're helping cut a hole from here to here below your mouth. a battlefield, this fucking battle's right here. with man killing man we're only fueling our own extinction. die if in apathy your submissiveness their weapon. turn inertia into rage and ram it through like a spear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-50250966830888890?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/50250966830888890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=50250966830888890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/50250966830888890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/50250966830888890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/poison-knife-or-noose.html' title='poison the knife or the noose'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVnfoBeAiPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fTabyJeA2b4/s72-c/3100554099_5605bbc9ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5333197955395788546</id><published>2008-12-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:52:28.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shogun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVe8x52dtcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NQFyEc4D-8Q/s1600-h/3015849586_1fa84302d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284900253271438786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVe8x52dtcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NQFyEc4D-8Q/s400/3015849586_1fa84302d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;won't walk the earth a specter, won't hold my tongue from lashing out. this is my writ of honor, drawn by the blood that i have shed. the beasts will soon assemble, conjoining in their putrid flesh. their hearts don't beat desire, they pump violence and poison. flesh opens up, blood's retreating. death's embracing, all is ending. time will not heal all of your pain, i cannot wait for it all to come crashing. down on your face, ripping your veins out. your insides win, and kill you from within. the monsters walk among us, leeching the blood out from what's good. infecting at transmission, swallowing innocence from life. our time has come to stand forth, the wretched womb from which they feed. behold the loathsome demons, send them into the hell they made. and the seas will rise as serpents, spawned from the mouth of earth's surface. soon the skies will fall fast burning, open wide and eat the suffering. the pulse is now quickening softly, it's painstaking. look within to calm the storm, raging inside the form. there's no turning back, for i'm witness to the changing. take all you have brought to sacrifice, for you will lose much more. if you succeed in this battle, you still will lose so much more. time has come to face all evil. the inferno spews out hell's horde, casting the flames upon our world. as death eclipses all the light, we make our last stand, 'till death: fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-5333197955395788546?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5333197955395788546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5333197955395788546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5333197955395788546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5333197955395788546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/shogun.html' title='shogun'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVe8x52dtcI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NQFyEc4D-8Q/s72-c/3015849586_1fa84302d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-586070789520717047</id><published>2008-12-26T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:10:57.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like callisto to a star in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVSe85xb7zI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nc42xSbuiP4/s1600-h/3101360728_ed27b229d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284023031949946674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVSe85xb7zI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nc42xSbuiP4/s400/3101360728_ed27b229d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taken forcefully, a thing which never can be. erased by time, since he made you bleed so violently. painful is the kick, inside it makes you so sick. the blood that drips down your thigh, tarnishes virtue; lies. wearing a mask familiar, a god forced himself on you. raping and impregnating, causing the exile of your life. changed like callisto to a star in heaven. hate not the flesh that makes me but seek what lies beneath. my flesh and blood will make the stars that shake bones underneath. now a forsaken, ghost in the eyes of her world. banished for all time, since he made you bleed so violently. cast out from the righteous life you loved. vengeance comes down from the skies above. to wreak havoc and torment the one who just gave birth to her true love's son. cursed to roam the earth alone, a beast. witnesses as her son now fully grown. readied arm to cast a spear, to kill. can't recognize, all he sees is fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-586070789520717047?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/586070789520717047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=586070789520717047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/586070789520717047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/586070789520717047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-callisto-to-star-in-heaven.html' title='like callisto to a star in heaven'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVSe85xb7zI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nc42xSbuiP4/s72-c/3101360728_ed27b229d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-782150409296836394</id><published>2008-12-23T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:46:24.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the calamity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVEVxc6_k5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2X_NzHIWPGE/s1600-h/1837156248_86469d2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283027777203704722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVEVxc6_k5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2X_NzHIWPGE/s400/1837156248_86469d2635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you cannot be, you're the mistake: calamity. sent to destroy all of the good on this earth, you're killing me. the mother of ruination comes to fuck all. mutilating everything, spread wide open beckoning me. spiral faster down, ripping a hole through the air we breathe. an apocalypse encased in a shell, so beautiful. the calamity makes its way to the inside. i know we are feeling the same thing, to eat away at our existence. spewed from the wound of this life's worst cavity; the nightmare spreads it's cancerous lamentations, poisoning force-feed the plague. drunk from the milk of death's overflowing sick tit. nourishing the misery, gives birth to the ugliness that grows inside. isolate the heart from the brain. permeate inject us with pain. holding our breath now, we're screaming without sound. we're trembling as everything falls completely apart, meteor crash down. come crater our woe out the banishment of everything once alive will start now. you came to be, you're the mistake: calamity. here to destroy all of the good on this earth, killing us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-782150409296836394?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/782150409296836394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=782150409296836394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/782150409296836394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/782150409296836394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/calamity.html' title='the calamity'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SVEVxc6_k5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/2X_NzHIWPGE/s72-c/1837156248_86469d2635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-4139721788159701548</id><published>2008-12-18T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:16:51.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>throes of perdition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUtYIC5YlYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MgjIVTcPdU4/s1600-h/l6816136895_3617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411883261793666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUtYIC5YlYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MgjIVTcPdU4/s400/l6816136895_3617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting with the whole world: my firing squad. at the edge of the world i'm faced out staring the sun right in the eye. vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill, excrement drooling down their chins. atop the cliffs i look down, into the starving hell-mouth, the rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth. their mouth's salivate, fantasizing my gruesome ending. this world looks down upon a man who can stand on his own two feet. as they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim" they say i'll live if i die for their cause. living under the rule of fellow cro-magnon fool, they fear who leads and will kill to stay still. without eating from their claws. life feels quite like hell should, but this hells so cold. pull another knife out, stick it with rest of them. when my back is full turn me around to face it. such melancholy, burning the stars from skies. as we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes. hope is ravaged, running from lacerations. sob so heavily, we choke, then we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-4139721788159701548?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/4139721788159701548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=4139721788159701548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4139721788159701548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4139721788159701548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/throes-of-perdition.html' title='throes of perdition'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUtYIC5YlYI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MgjIVTcPdU4/s72-c/l6816136895_3617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5688762573827153966</id><published>2008-12-16T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:51:15.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn between scylla and charybdis</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280632183830049746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUiS_kKvc9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ZVp6yzF-WyA/s400/2761492885_393f6b0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;within struggle, amidst horror, inside conflict, visceral war. make a stand here, vanquish all fear, don't hesitate, eradicate. torn between scylla and charybdis. feel the fear ripening, go taste it. feast fruits of valor if you face it. walls of carnage surround your weakness, crash down like oceans, wait for the light. in total darkness, drowning in bleakness. awaiting death's grip, cry out for life. divided by destiny, torn between death and doom. destruction by decision, fate shows me my open tomb. apprehension runs down your chin, masticate it, suck those tears in. life's a battle, perpetual crusade. one against all, time to wield the blade. face down that which makes you bleed. turn it 'round and force your seed down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-5688762573827153966?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5688762573827153966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5688762573827153966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5688762573827153966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5688762573827153966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/torn-between-scylla-and-charybdis.html' title='torn between scylla and charybdis'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUiS_kKvc9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ZVp6yzF-WyA/s72-c/2761492885_393f6b0414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5484299662541803162</id><published>2008-12-15T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:38:34.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kirisute gomen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUdLmhuVGBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/piypksc1Gys/s1600-h/l_76902175c225314a642a622a263a5c4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280272213374998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUdLmhuVGBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/piypksc1Gys/s400/l_76902175c225314a642a622a263a5c4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;kirisute gomen roughly means, "I apologize in advance for striking you down"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he who walks the fire breathes unlike the rest. living by the bloody creed. air of battle tasting stale, reeks of deceit. send the bitter straight to hell. in their wretched guts all they want is to feed. unending, covetous hunger known as greed. as the last legion makes it's way to the skies. i can see in their eyes they've already died inside, but as for the outside? i'll take their fucking heads. quake has bred with the storm, conceiving war. wicked stampeding hordes. i will never be what they want me to. i live by my own path in life, theres no turning back now. i won't be held down, forced into a shallow grave built upon their empty ways. there's hell to pay, such disarray. a bloodied mess, flesh masquerade. with all the blood making a flood, you made your path by crossing us. he who spits the fire seethes, all he detests. decapitating, bloody creed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-5484299662541803162?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5484299662541803162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5484299662541803162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5484299662541803162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5484299662541803162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/kirisute-gomen.html' title='kirisute gomen'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUdLmhuVGBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/piypksc1Gys/s72-c/l_76902175c225314a642a622a263a5c4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-3195092316769884952</id><published>2008-12-15T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:46:12.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down from the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUZfN-DHeEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/O8f4MxHB5M4/s1600-h/Downfromthesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280012306737494082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUZfN-DHeEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/O8f4MxHB5M4/s400/Downfromthesky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a chasm grows in the cavity of serpentine teeth. hunger pangs strike for the sweet feast of innocent bloodshed. the vampires feed off the wars of mankind. growing fat on the throne of an empire, tyrant rules with the threat of a great fire. i've opened up my eyes, seen the world for what it's worth. tears rain down from the sky. they'll blow it all to bits to prove whose god wields all the power fire rains down from the sky. the gaping wounds hemorrhaging the blood from which they feast. eat us alive, consume to feed a hunger with no end. this battle's not the same which they have led us to believe, a synthesis of propaganda, terror and deceit. we are the cattle; they the slaughter; our meat: gasoline. they pump us through the machine's valves to cleanse the world's "disease", we are the ammunition that will cause all lifeto cease. annihilate all those who stand in their way. obliterate; they'll rain their holocaust down from the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-3195092316769884952?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/3195092316769884952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=3195092316769884952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/3195092316769884952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/3195092316769884952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-from-sky.html' title='down from the sky'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUZfN-DHeEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/O8f4MxHB5M4/s72-c/Downfromthesky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-8073097439909351580</id><published>2008-12-14T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:31:18.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>into mouth of hell we march</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUTR-s1iV-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/grcWT4mDy3Y/s1600-h/l_17d44dea142cc100bda66b5b8d06d172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279575538302867426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUTR-s1iV-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/grcWT4mDy3Y/s400/l_17d44dea142cc100bda66b5b8d06d172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't you see, it's not only me? that feels we're linked to the seas. make your way to a massive grave, if you can't fight for each day. torrential rain at the helm of death. it drowns the weak, battering the rest. black walls of waves pummel to capsize. the roaring thunder overshadows our cries. spires of lightning thrown down from the gods. melting skin even in the deluge. the mast is broken, hull is splitting. dear god the fucking ship is sinking. i will try to pour all of myself into this life before i die. if i go before my time, then take these words evermore into your life. such turmoil, let's make the blood boil. make your time count or rot as the soil. life is hard, a fucking battle, the time is now and here's your drum roll. we crawl out from the wreckage, fingers dig into the sands of the shores, everything we worked for is ripped apart and ruined, drowned deep beneath our dying world. the earth begins to open up. into the mouth of hell we march. now you see, for it is we who walk the fire and breathe. make our way out of the grave &amp;amp; lick the blood from our blades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-8073097439909351580?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/8073097439909351580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=8073097439909351580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/8073097439909351580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/8073097439909351580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/into-mouth-of-hell-we-march.html' title='into mouth of hell we march'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUTR-s1iV-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/grcWT4mDy3Y/s72-c/l_17d44dea142cc100bda66b5b8d06d172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-7454786004555721336</id><published>2008-12-12T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:41:31.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you ever learn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUI_qcVHjwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rce56UQY_mg/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278851711623466754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUI_qcVHjwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rce56UQY_mg/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baybeats 08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so whats the point in all of this? when you will never change. the days have past, the weathers changed. should or could i be sorry? i did it all for you hoping you would see. your eyes are dull, your hands are clenched. are we ready? but you think about yourself, but what about... un-lonely nights, romantic moments. the love, what about them? throw it all away. you know me well, you know its wrong. then what is it you feel? you hide behind those perfect smiles, it wont fool me because you already did. the perfect dates, the sweetest kisses what about them? Throw it all away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-7454786004555721336?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/7454786004555721336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=7454786004555721336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7454786004555721336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7454786004555721336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-ever-learn.html' title='will you ever learn?'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUI_qcVHjwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rce56UQY_mg/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-318284432641454678</id><published>2008-12-11T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:57:45.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUEb_PiI9YI/AAAAAAAAAms/atznyAUv9zA/s1600-h/DSC_0005(s).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278531011570365826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUEb_PiI9YI/AAAAAAAAAms/atznyAUv9zA/s400/DSC_0005(s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard. no song that i could sing but i can try for your heart. our dreams &amp;amp; they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepiatone loving. love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here? &amp;amp; where do we go? &amp;amp; how come it's so hard? it's not always easy &amp;amp; sometimes life can be deceiving. i'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together. we'll look at the stars when we're together. &amp;amp; all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight. but i know that they'll be gone, when the morning light sings &amp;amp; brings new things, but tomorrow night you see, that they'll be gone too, too many things i have to do. but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene, i'll be under the impression i was somewhere in-between. with only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do, or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now. i believe in memories, they look so pretty when i sleep. &amp;amp; when i wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. but there is not enough time, &amp;amp; there is no song i could sing &amp;amp; there is no combination of words i could say but i will still tell you one thing, we're better together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-318284432641454678?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/318284432641454678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=318284432641454678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/318284432641454678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/318284432641454678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-together.html' title='better together'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SUEb_PiI9YI/AAAAAAAAAms/atznyAUv9zA/s72-c/DSC_0005(s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-5420651890521153036</id><published>2008-12-06T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:44:47.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbly toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STo7VF5jl3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/l3OQ2nygbcg/s1600-h/DSC_0028(s).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276595146964834162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STo7VF5jl3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/l3OQ2nygbcg/s400/DSC_0028(s).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's as simple as something that nobody knows, that her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes. on the feet of a queen of the hearts of the cards and her feet are all covered with tar balls and scars. it's as common as something that nobody knows, that her beauty will follow wherever she goes. up the hill in the back of her house in the would she love me forever, i know she could. i remember when you and me how we used to be just good friends. wouldn't give me none, but all i wanted was some. she's got a whole lot of reasons she can't think of a single one that can justify leaving and he got none but he thinks he got so many problems, man he got too much time to waste. his dreams are like commercials but her dreams are picture perfect and our dreams are so related though they're often underestimated. well I was eating lunch at the D. L. G. when this little girl came and she sat next to me. i never seen nobody move the way she did. well, she did and she does and she'll do it again. when you move likie a jellyfish, rhythm don't mean nothing, you go with the flow you don't stop. if you would only listen you might just realize what you're missing, you're missing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-5420651890521153036?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/5420651890521153036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=5420651890521153036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5420651890521153036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/5420651890521153036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/bubbly-toes.html' title='bubbly toes'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STo7VF5jl3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/l3OQ2nygbcg/s72-c/DSC_0028(s).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-7348369676083351096</id><published>2008-12-02T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:34:21.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STXd8VQm2fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/STeInf1-raQ/s1600-h/DSC_0281(e).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275366567103093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STXd8VQm2fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/STeInf1-raQ/s400/DSC_0281(e).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tioman island, the life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she said it's alright, but you can make it up next time. i know she knows its not right, there ain't no use in lying. maybe she thinks know something maybe maybe she thinks its fine. maybe she knows something i dont. im so tired of trying. it seems to me that maybe, it pretty much always means no. so don't tell me you might just let it go. &amp;amp; often times we're lazy, it seems to stand in my way. cause no one no not no one likes to be let down. i know she loves the sunrise, no longer sees it with her sleeping eyes. &amp;amp; i know that when she said shes gonna try, well it might not work because of other ties &amp;amp; i know she usually has some other ties &amp;amp; i wouldn't want to break 'em. maybe she'll help me to untie this but until then well, i'm gonna have to lie too. the harder that you try, the further you'll fall, even with all the money in the whole wide world. please don't pass me by. everything you know about me now you gonna have to change, you gonna have to call it by a brand new name. Please don't drag me down. just like a tree down by the water baby i shall not move, even after all the silly things you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-7348369676083351096?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/7348369676083351096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=7348369676083351096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7348369676083351096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/7348369676083351096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/12/tioman-island-life-i-know-she-said-its.html' title='flake'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/STXd8VQm2fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/STeInf1-raQ/s72-c/DSC_0281(e).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-8935968753440769945</id><published>2008-04-30T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:37:50.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D60</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBhwL3UuxyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H5lXDFJoqYU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195025519303640866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBhwL3UuxyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H5lXDFJoqYU/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first ever picture taken by my D60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, after school. i rushed my way to orchard. to catch the preview of ironman. but before that. i met mum at lucky plaza and surveyed the whole place. in the first place, i wanted a D40x. but then, i heard about the new D60 which just came out in febuary this year. almost the same as the D40x but with some better features &amp;amp; its just afew bucks of a difference. so we found this shop, with this very nice uncle, selling the D60 kit for only 850. which i think, is a good price. excluding a two gigabite memory card, additonal battery, a waterproof camrea bag, and a protective lens screen. soo all of that add up to a total of 1155. worth it? idontknow. kandace in on the brink of buy a D200 from this guy who found out hes not interested in photography,(question marks) for only 1350. a D200 siol! like the professional camera. which i usually use at work. then if i use the D60, people think im new to this stuff. damn. but the thing is, kandace dosent have a lens plus its second hand, soo theyre some good points. hoho. im 50/50-ing with mum and dad. im going to recieve a scholarship in may. soo 600 would be just a pinch. hoho. thanks mummy &amp;amp; baba! love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-8935968753440769945?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/8935968753440769945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=8935968753440769945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/8935968753440769945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/8935968753440769945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/04/d60.html' title='D60'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBhwL3UuxyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H5lXDFJoqYU/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-1472908835333075954</id><published>2008-04-28T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:53:29.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie tickets are not purchased, theyre to be won.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBXkznUuxxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AyehubF3oxo/s1600-h/489283078_88c323931d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194309320622130962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBXkznUuxxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AyehubF3oxo/s400/489283078_88c323931d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i start my journey from lakeside to tanahmerah (the journey to school), i'll always purchace a newpaper at cheers, so it would occupy the fourty-five mintues trip to school. two weeks ago, i was reading the paper, then when i flipped to this page, about ironman the movie. i read the article. didnt really quite remember what it was about. when i was about to flip to the next page. there was this box at the top right hand corner that caught my eye. its a call &amp;amp; win contest. "call &amp;amp; stand a chance to win tickets to cath the ironman preview on 29th april" the question was, whos the actor for ironman? i just read his name a dozen times while reading the article, thought i'd stand a chance. it was twentycents per call. soo what the heck, why not give it a try. ring ring, press some buttons &amp;amp; all was forgoten. the previous saturday, i woke up late in the morning, knowing im not working, sat on the couch and watched tv. then i recieved a text messege. thinking it was my manager, asking me to work. but then, "congrats! please collect tickets at shaw centre on twenty eighth or twenty nineth april before five pm!" that messege seriously made my day sialzxzx. i didnt know who to ask along. then my mum was like, why not asking your dad along. since ive never watched a movie with my dad before in my entire life, so ive decided to bring him along la. some bonding time for father and son. hohoho. but idk if my dad is up to catch a movie like this. he prefers those like, crime scene investigation kinda stuff. hope he enjoys it lah. and so i needed to collect the tickets today, i begged miss felicia lim if i could be released early as the lesson ends at four thirty. she allowed me to leave untill its four fifteen. thats early. i rushed all the way to orchard and reached the office around five fifteen hoping theyll still issue the tickets. if not, i'll jump of from the 15th floor siol. hohoho. yay, ironman tmr, eight fourty five with encik basiron! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-1472908835333075954?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/1472908835333075954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=1472908835333075954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1472908835333075954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/1472908835333075954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-tickets-are-not-purchased-theyre.html' title='movie tickets are not purchased, theyre to be won.'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBXkznUuxxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AyehubF3oxo/s72-c/489283078_88c323931d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6898027707537071959</id><published>2008-04-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:58:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how angry miss ernie fergeson is at the referee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBNM0nUuxtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mMsq6OJQa2Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193579262081156818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBNM0nUuxtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mMsq6OJQa2Y/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ballack &amp;amp; his teamates celebrates as his penalty sees manchester untied off. &amp;amp; im the one at the back with my arms in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;iss Ernie Ferguson is mad at the referee, alan wiley because she feels that he is stupid, giving away a penalty which eventualy led to chelsea's victory over machester united. which means both teams are level on points but machester with a better goal diffrence. a cross from a chelsea player met the hands of micheal carrick right at the edge of the penalty box. the linesman signaled the referee from a distance &amp;amp; all the machester supporters had their hands on their heads. as micheal carrick drowns in misery, micheal ballack flew with glory. he converts the spot kick &amp;amp; set the people of stamford brigde to extacy. Miss Ernie said to the press after the match, "i dont hate chelsea. i still love them. but i hate the stupid referee. throughout the whole match, that wasthe angriest ive been my whole life, i promise. the first time i had that burning anger in me and my heart wanted to just burst open. now i know how it feels like to be angry and irritated. my calm-and-cool tradition has been broken! seriously, i was at my angriest." the reporter told Miss Ernie to cool down &amp;amp; gave her an ice-cream. " but you gotta agree chelsea totally didnt deserve that win. the thing that amazed me was how ronaldo got grabbed and pulled and what not in the penalty box during a free kick and the referee was amazingly blind at that moment. if we were to win , we'll still be pissed off at the stupid referee." at the other end, machester's hated rivals, arsenal manager, Shahi Wenger spoke in a press confrence about machester's lost at chelsea. "i dont think manchester united deserve to win a tittle, or even the champions league thropy. because theyre simply too arrogant. when they win, they'll jeer the teams that have lost in their hands. thats not what a champion side would do. they keep saying arsenal will win nothing this season. well i think they wont too. i expect them to lose at west ham &amp;amp; draw at wigan. &amp;amp; let chelsea win the tittle. i wont mind. even though they play boring football. but they dont taunt people. thats good enough for me. as for the champions league, bacelona will proceed &amp;amp; win the thropy. thats the time when manchester will realise, where did it go wrong. be humble. thats the key." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6898027707537071959?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6898027707537071959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6898027707537071959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6898027707537071959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6898027707537071959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-angry-miss-ernie-fergeson-is-at.html' title='how angry miss ernie fergeson is at the referee'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g7Z8Zx7jClQ/SBNM0nUuxtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mMsq6OJQa2Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-4641162144543038560</id><published>2008-04-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:38:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ezza</title><content type='html'>ezza ezza, what should i blog about her? shes this short girl i always see during secondry school. she and her group of friends. never really knew her at that time. untill when i got out of school that is. shes a nice cap to have a chat with. very funny. &amp;amp; the thing that seperates her from the other girls is that, she count how many times she chew her food. how amazing is that? its been decades since i last saw her. bumped into her at the bbtea shop near mom's shop with diniy. had a quick chat at woosh, of they go. haha. hope to bump into her again. oh yah, zoo trip okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-4641162144543038560?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/4641162144543038560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=4641162144543038560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4641162144543038560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/4641162144543038560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ezza.html' title='ezza'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540103117397853057.post-6348156662402244008</id><published>2008-04-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:30:03.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back.</title><content type='html'>first entry since, agst2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540103117397853057-6348156662402244008?l=itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/feeds/6348156662402244008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540103117397853057&amp;postID=6348156662402244008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6348156662402244008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540103117397853057/posts/default/6348156662402244008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsaliiiveee.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='im back.'/><author><name>shahiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03864866652928224167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
