<?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-5305825779747362530</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:03:43.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of a feathered Serpent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-7861889837076593191</id><published>2011-06-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:55:09.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To my beloved piece of machinery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidumasti Bricci is pulling my leg, obviously. It's like it's taunting me to fight back by escaping my world - the real world. But that's just how it is. That's its nature. Should I follow it like how my friends did? Should I trust it? Should I walk blindly with it? Sidumasti Bricci is not the boss of me, so why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sidumasti Bricci, you are deceitful above all things. Who can understand you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very familiar line I must say, but it applies. It's appropriate, and I was wrong. Not that I made a mistake and all, I was just beginning to walk on the opposite side of the road. Fortunately, someone out there was kind enough to put up a sign that says, "One way." That opened my eyes, to be honest. Dang it, what was I thinking? I was starting to become like them, to the point that I have forgotten who I really was! It took me just now to realize that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful. I am very thankful to have been warned about the cliff that was ahead. Without the signpost, I would have slipped. Some would say I should let Sidumasti Bricci carry me and fly to the other side. I don't think I'll be needing that now. Sidumasti Bricci could be just an illusion, you know? And it's hard to depend on illusions. I'd rather get to the other side on my own.. I just need a few equipments here and there and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... I don't have any money T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's another problem I have to deal with, and sad to say.. I gotta deal with this one first before I could get anywhere near the other side of the road &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-top-color: white; border-right-color: white; border-bottom-color: white; border-left-color: white; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://e.vampirefreaks.com/emotes/sad.gif" alt=":-(" title=":-(" style="border-top-color: white; border-right-color: white; border-bottom-color: white; border-left-color: white; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It means I have to work harder for money.. And earning what I need will take time T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... Since when did I become so impatient? That is not me at all XD But whether I like it or not, earning the right amount of money so I could continue my journey WILL take some time. I guess time is something I cannot escape. Time is my true friend. He is my true friend because he pressures me when I'm slow, and he weighs me down when I start to become reckless. Perhaps this is another sign. Perhaps there's a meaning behind it - a meaning behind Time's intentions for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, there IS a purpose for everything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-7861889837076593191?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/7861889837076593191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=7861889837076593191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7861889837076593191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7861889837076593191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy.html' title='Happy :)'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-4452651108377348172</id><published>2011-06-01T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:53:46.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things Sidumasti Bricci can do for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To my beloved piece of machinery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the good things the internet provides you is its limitations. It is the fact that you can hide your true feelings to others and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just wanted to cry at the other person for feeling too damn depressed and hopeless at the moment, thinking that it is downright impossible to reach your dreams and that you are merely wasting your time leaning on false hopes. You wanted help. You thought you needed help, but then again, why should you waste their time dealing with a drama queen like you? It may seem like they do not mind, but sometimes, you are still keeping them from what they are supposed to do at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times you have tried but then the fruit of your efforts soon dried up and became too rotten to eat and to share to others. There are times when you wanted to just let go and forget it, afraid to hurt yourself and the others more. There are times when you just wanted to give up. There are times when you just wanted to snap back to the harsh reality you are currently in and be practical for once. There are times when you are just too skeptic to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy those who are in the position I wished to have years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hated myself for letting go and letting others take what I should have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not contented with what I have right now? Why am I still wishing for more or for something better? Is there anything better out there? That, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason, I am wishing that there would be nothing in store for me out there, just so I could convince myself to hold dear all the things I have right now and never let go. That way, I could be contented with what I currently have, and cherish it until I could no longer do (saying "until I die" is way too cliché, however, I still intend to deliver the same meaning "until I die" has).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidumasti Bricci, it seems that I am not yet ready to fully trust you unlike before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So why should I force myself to trust you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-4452651108377348172?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/4452651108377348172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=4452651108377348172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4452651108377348172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4452651108377348172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-sidumasti-bricci-can-do-for-you.html' title='The things Sidumasti Bricci can do for you'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-4061216252221523546</id><published>2009-10-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:24:29.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia (Original story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Didn’t I tell you not to listen to the radio?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a cold and misty night in the village. Sounds of sirens were heard from the distance as well as the sound of running water caused by the overflowing river. On the damp road was a stranger walking her way home. She looked up, and upon hearing a scream as well as a gunshot, she took off in a sprint, as if running for her life. It was as if the dark clouds heard the pleading voice as well and soon enough, they began to join nature’s gloomy symphony in harmonic discord, one that the villagers would often refer to as ‘rain’…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this present day, there lived a happy couple named Dylan and Irene. They were just like any other married couple, except for the fact that they did not have any intentions of receiving information from the world outside their own. Dylan knew very well that knowledge about the real and harsh world would prove too much for a peppy person like his wife so he did his best to eliminate all kinds of means that would link them to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How come we don’t have TV?” Irene would often ask. She would always be greeted by Dylan’s most blank or clueless stares, which were often followed by lines such as, “Oh, we DO have TV, honey…” or “Why? Aren’t you happy with the DVDs I’ve bought you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would then in turn answer something like, “Yes, but I think we’re the only couple here in this village that doesn’t have any programs on TV,” Irene would look around in search of something in particular before continuing, “Or a radio!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of conversation would often lead to shallow arguments that end immediately, thanks to Dylan’s saving line,&lt;br /&gt;“I just don’t want you to get scared and paranoid with all the bad news being aired in media…” &lt;br /&gt;This would of course silence Irene, thinking that yes, he IS right, and that he is only concerned for her, knowing that she could get so paranoid sometimes. This was Dylan’s cure for Irene’s case with paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, there came a time when she became curious, and bought herself a small radio. This meant going against Dylan’s orders but she did it anyway. As soon as she listened to the news, her mind began to absorb all the horrific information, and each one of them served as a stepping-stone for her to try and stop Dylan from going off to work and coming home late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you hear what they said? There is a killer on the loose! I don’t want you to go! What if the killer catches you? It’s better to be safe than sorry, you know?” Irene exclaimed with a tint of concern in her eyes.  Her excuse made Dylan laugh, as it was downright outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Irene, dear…  What makes you think that the killer would pick me as a victim? Have you been watching or reading the news?” He scratched his head, as he was starting to blame the newspaper boy in his mind for his wife’s behavior.&lt;br /&gt;She lied.  “No…  I just heard it from the people outside while I was sweeping the front of the house…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s gossip dear… Don’t listen to that. They’re most likely to be false.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with her husband’s reassuring words of it not likely to happen, the mere thought of it made her shiver every time she was left alone or whenever her husband went out for work. There were many times wherein she was caught listening to the radio and Dylan would often take it away from her, but she is so stubborn, she would always buy a new one every time he takes them away. Even with the tough image he’d always show, for Irene, Dylan is as vulnerable as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought of how quivery Dylan’s voice were when he told her his story, “I remembered the time when I used to play with my mother and father in that playground..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable? How could she think of him that way? When she first met him in the asylum, he was calm and strong-looking, unlike the people around him who seemed to be out of their wits. It almost enraged her when the people judged him just for what he had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be because he got scared when he was young? Could someone actually grow up into a vulnerable person after all that has happened in his or her life?&lt;/em&gt;  She thought. A vision of a couple with a small boy appeared in her imagination. A happy family, that’s what Dylan used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male voice spoke in her mind. &lt;em&gt;“But then things changed so fast, I never even had the chance to figure out as to why it happened.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her mind, she saw a helpless boy run in fear and locked himself inside a closet. She heard a series of screams and loud, yet familiar voices coming from behind the door of the room. It was then she heard a stranger’s voice call out to the two outside, right before silencing everything with two gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“All I could do was to choke back my tears… I had to be strong.” She heard Dylan sigh in her memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene woke up to the sound of thunder in the middle of the night. SHe had been dreaming. Her eyes squinted when lightning struck, as its blazing light went past through the curtains and hurt her eyes. It was raining hard, and Dylan was nowhere to be found. It made her worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on her AM radio, she gasped. A storm was in the vicinity. Irene immediately grabbed her mobile phone and dialed Dylan’s number. “Dylan… Please pick up the phone…” She was too preoccupied with what she’s doing that she did not notice the electric fan turn off due to power failure. She noticed that the night light went out though, so she reached for a flashlight to aid her in her way around the room. Behind her, the radio went on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite the bitter weather, the chase is still on…&lt;br /&gt; Police officers are still on the move…&lt;br /&gt; It seems that they have trapped the dangerous psychopath on a bridge…&lt;br /&gt; According to the chief officer, he’s got nowhere to go…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene waited for a ring, yet nothing came. Was the weather really THAT bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I hear that right? He jumped off the bridge? Landed on the river, you say?&lt;br /&gt;…We just received a call from one of the officers. The psychopath seemed to have jumped off the bridge in an attempt to escape. He threatened to kill himself earlier with a gun but after what he just did, there is very little chance of him to survive because of the current…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah shoot…” Irene scoffed and looked at the phone in her hand. It just ran out of charge. She smiled to herself and rushed to her husband’s wardrobe. Dylan left an extra rechargeable battery in there for her to use in case of emergencies, so there’s no excuse for her not to call. It was then she stopped her search when something fell on the ground. Irene immediately picked it up. It looked like a bracelet of some sort. Examining it, she chuckled. On it were Dylan’s full name, his room number, and the name ‘Dr. Rivera,’ the doctor that was in charge of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe he even keeps these things..” She said to herself before continuing her search with the bracelet and flashlight in one hand. After finding the battery pack, she called her husband again and again, only to hear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is the doctor who claims to have had the psychopath under his care years ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes have gone past and the worried girl sat on the sofa with the bracelet in her hand. It was then she almost jumped up in surprise when the door in the living room slammed shut. She pointed her flashlight to the direction from where the noise came. Irene looked ahead in fear to see who it was, only to sigh in relief after seeing her husband, Dylan, standing there and dripping wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry I’m late, hun.. The power went out in the office so… I had to retrieve all the files that… were lost during the power failure..” He was gasping for breath and was stuffing something inside the back pocket of his pants, but Irene ignored that little detail. She was overjoyed to see her husband safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am so glad to finally see you home!” She exclaimed, a broad smile spread across her face. After that came silence and she heard no voice come out from Dylan, only the voice coming from the radio. She could tell that he was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…So tell us about the psychopath, Dr. Rivera…&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes.. He is a very vengeful person. But I never imagined that he would go this far with his revenge… The people that he brutally murdered... were actually related to the criminal who slaughtered his family… I really never imagined him to turn out to be this way…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rivera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That name… It sounded too familiar. But why?  Looking at the bracelet in her hand, her eyes widened. As soon as she shifted her gaze from her hand into Dylan’s eyes, she saw nothing but darkness in them. She then noticed him pull out something from behind him. Seeing what he was holding, she in turn took the phone in front of her and started to dial frantically.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the helpless girl before him, Dylan smiled in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;…He finally spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t I tell you not to listen to the radio?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------- END --------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-4061216252221523546?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/4061216252221523546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=4061216252221523546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4061216252221523546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4061216252221523546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranoia-original-story.html' title='Paranoia (Original story)'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-2635124003552528621</id><published>2009-09-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:12:37.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Şidumaşti Bricçi must 'die'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I was afraid of this. This is what I have been avoiding. This has been my worst enemy. It used to be my friend, but I walked away from it, afraid to get hurt once more after it did. I have to say that this is the worst part of my life. The people around me seem to have no problems embracing it, but it scares me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they get the courage to befriend it anyway? Don't they even learn from their mistakes? Are they retarded? Or is it just me? Maybe I DO have a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şidumaşti Bricçi must 'die'. But how can I kill something that has befriended almost ninety-nine percent of the human population in this world?! How can I kill something that is friendly, sweet, and hard to resist? I don't think I can be friends with it, especially  when the odds are highly stacked against me. But this thing looked like it's promising me eternal happiness. I knew it wouldn't, but it's really tempting me. What a push-over this thing is. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh in frustration. The exchanging of gifts happened three times already. I gave one to Şidumaşti Bricçi, and it served as a stepping stone - a trigger - for it to give me two more gifts in return. I loved those gifts, and I bet It liked mine just the same. I wanted to give 'em more, but I'm afraid that my gifts would  just be given away to a "closer friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a complete waste of effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though perhaps it would be better for me to remain only an acquaintance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Şidumaşti Bricçi, but still send gifts with anonymous letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-2635124003552528621?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/2635124003552528621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=2635124003552528621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2635124003552528621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2635124003552528621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/09/sidumasti-bricci-must-die.html' title='Şidumaşti Bricçi must &apos;die&apos;'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-7499806173593910045</id><published>2009-02-01T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:50:52.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amulet (One shot original story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One single thought of it haunts me every time I breathe. Forgive me, dear brother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Everything was peaceful in the Kelkha forest. Orange leaves fell from the trees like feathers as the soft breeze signaled for them to let go of the branches. The tall trees provided patches of sunlight with their leaves for the small butterflies to enjoy. On one of the trees was a teenager not older than seventeen, sitting on top of a branch well hidden by leaves. The boy just sat there while leaning on the trunk behind him. His right arm rested on his knee as he bent his leg, balancing himself on the branch as well as to find him a more comfortable position. Since classes ended early because of a special school event, he reserved the whole afternoon to relax himself. He did not even bother to figure out what this school event was and why it was considered special. For him, nothing could relieve his stress from school than sitting on tree branches, observing the trees and being one with nature. Vega smiled to himself. He yawned. This ‘being one with nature’ thing sure is making him sleepy. He was about to close his eyes but then stopped. Vega looked around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am I not alone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; He thought to himself while brushing off the dust from his white shirt and blue jeans. He gave his black choker a small tug almost instinctively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sounds of footsteps and crushing leaves rattled in the midday air as three girls entered the forest. The two were twins with reddish eyes, silver locks, and pale skin almost as light as their hair. The third one seemed to look more mature than the two. Clad in a formal, white blouse and dark brown slacks covering half of her leather boots, one would accidentally mistaken her for a college student. Her long, brown hair dangled in a high ponytail as she walked with her best friends: Melanie and Sally Orinn. The older twin grinned happily. “Hey Kyrie... What did you bring for show and tell?” She asked. Kyrie looked at the albino twins and smiled. “I have this amulet necklace that came from our clan. It’s very old and it seems to be the only one left of its kind.” She took out a worn-out necklace from her pocket. A small, silver amulet dangled in the air as she held the necklace in front of her face, examining it. The twins stared at it with awe. Sally tightened her pigtails before reaching out for the amulet necklace. She ran a delicate finger on the silver amulet before looking back at Kyrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Why does that silver thingy look like a monster? Can’t they just carve a strawberry amulet instead?” She blinked twice before passing it to her twin. Melanie nodded. “Yeah… Why not a strawberry?” She gave it back to Kyrie. The girl laughed. She knew all along that they will end up talking about strawberries again, even though it’s far from the first topic. In this world, strawberries make the Orinn twins’ life go round. Kyrie placed the amulet back to her pocket. “Well… It was because that monster represents our clan’s village. It’s an ‘Elemental’.” She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  In a nearby tree not far away from the brunette, Vega leaned closer to look at them. Did he just hear that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementals…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kyrie continued. “Elementals are creatures that are said to be capable of shape shifting. It is believed that these creatures are the closest to being ghosts.” She tilted her head to the side a bit. “I thought you said you liked old books.” The twins shook their heads. Kyrie grinned happily before grabbing her friend’s hands. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go to the library! There are a lot of interesting stuff in there that talks about Elementals! And you know what the best part is?” She asked the two as they ran towards the school building. The twins shook their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “What?” The two chorused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Kyrie giggled. “They all exist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “You’re making up stories again, Kyrie..” Sally commented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “No, I’m not!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “Jeez.. We just got here and now we’re leaving…” Melanie groaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Vega leaned back and smiled at Kyrie. He watched the three as they jumped over the fence that separated the forest from the campus. He sighed before jumping off the tree. Vega landed on the forest floor with a thud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “I thought there were only the two people who ever believed in them.” He said to himself as he stepped on the same spot where Kyrie used to be. Vega kicked a rock and watched it land inside a bush. He blinked in confusion after hearing a light gasp coming from behind it. Suddenly, a boy not older than him popped out from the leaves while holding a silver object. Vega stepped back as the other boy stomped in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Vega!” He called out to the black-haired boy. Vega grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Alvin! How’s my lil’ bro? And uh. .if you do not mind me asking..“ He pointed at the other boy’s hair. “Why did you dye your hair green?” He laughed. Alvin scoffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “So that you wouldn’t see me in the bushes.” He then looked at the silver object in his hand. “I cannot believe you let this thing hit my head! It hurts…” Alvin shoved the silver piece on Vega’s palm while rubbing his aching head. Vega’s eyes widened at the sight of a very familiar object. He looked at Alvin as his eyes narrowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “What?” Alvin asked. Vega looked at the direction where the three girls went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “This isn’t mine…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “What are you looking at, Vega?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Vega turned to look at Kyrie. He chuckled. “Just a bunch of boulders, that’s all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Yes, I can see that” She giggled. Kyrie walked towards a group of large rocks that formed a small cave. She crossed her arms while looking at Vega. “Well, you have been staring at it ever since I met you.” She smiled at the sixteen-year-old boy before her. It has been a month ever since they first met, and every time she went to the beach to visit him, she would always find him staring at this small cave near the water. She finds it rather.. Tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Why do you stare at the cave like that, Vega?” She asked. The boy shook his head and smiled. “Well... I cannot tell you that.” Vega raised an eyebrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  “Why do you keep on watching me then?” He laughed all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kyrie pouted, her cheeks now flushing in bright red. “Sigh.. You always say that.” She looked at her watch. Vega crossed his arms. “Heh… Shouldn’t you be at home by now, missy?” The brunette gave him a smug look as if to say ‘I know’. Lifting her arms high above her head and letting out a loud groan, Kyrie stretched as far as her muscles would allow. “If you do not want me here, then just say so!” She then walked towards the wooden stairs which lead to the main street. Vega followed suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Hey! Wait up!” He called out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Kyrie looked back. “What is it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “I have something for you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Vega raised his hands and placed them behind his head. Kyrie watched him as he untied something that was currently hanging around his neck. Her eyes widened as he gave it to her. “T-that’s..” She started. Vega chuckled. “Yeap. You’re amulet.” Kyrie’s eyes were filled with tears as she wore the necklace. She smiled. “Thank you… I thought I would lose this forever. It’s the only thing I have left which came from my real family. And look..” She examined the necklace carefully. “You even replaced the chord with a new one… I owe you big.” The brunette then gave the boy a tight hug. Vega smiled. “Well, I’m glad to be of help, but I have something to tell you.” He smiled but then broke away after seeing a girl with long, silver hair on the other side if the street. He stared at her before looking back at Kyrie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “What is it?” She asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Vega forced out a smile. “I’m going to be away for a very long time. I’d like to make this day memorable to you by first of all, giving this amulet back to you. I just want you to be happy while I’m gone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kyrie let out a small laugh. “I will never forget this day. But for how long will you be away?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Vega smiled. He shook his head before looking away. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll see each other eventually. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Is that good?” Kyrie looked down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Yes, it is. Now I must take my leave. Take care.” He said while glancing behind Kyrie. The brunette looked behind her. She smiled after seeing her friend, Melanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Melanie! What brings you here?” She said happily. The other girl frowned though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “I have been looking for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Hold on, I’m just going to say goodbye to..” Kyrie looked behind her, only to see that Vega wasn’t there anymore. She frowned. “He was here a second ago…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Melanie tapped her foot impatiently. “Well stop dilly-dallying. Let’s go home already. Sally made us some dinner.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kyrie smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; “Okay…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Kyrie had a wonderful morning the next day. She woke up happily without a reason for the first time. And because of that, she did well in school for that day. It was not until she found out that Vega was nowhere to be found on the beach, just as he said. That proved it. He was no longer there. Not in our house, not in school, not in the country… I should know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Some philosophers believe that everything in this world can be sorted out according to their composition. Basing it from the amount of matter and spirit, they have put non-living things, plants, animals, humans and entities without material in this order. They have concluded that humans contain 50% matter and 50% spirit, non-living things with 100% matter and 0% spirit, and the entities with 0% matter and 100% spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; More than a hundred years after that, a researcher discovered the two creatures that filled the gaps between humans and entities. The creatures that are closest to humans died out immediately after being mistaken for monsters when they’re actually not. The ones closest to being spirits, were very versatile and capable to adapting to their environment, although they were mistaken to only have appeared in fairy tales. They were ignored, until the present day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; One day, a scientist captured this creature from the water and took care of it in an aquarium. He named it‘water elemental’, due to its capability to shape shift into almost anything that are found in the sea. But unfortunately, this creature stayed aggressive since it was separated from its home. He built a laboratory near the water just in case the creature gets away, just so it could get back to the water almost instantly, without killing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It did not take that long before his laboratory got demolished. It was mainly because of the death of his first son who was said to be eaten alive by the Elemental. He gave up his career and took greater care of his last son after the incident. What was left of his laboratory were a pile of rocks and shattered glass, all useless to him and his research. Elementals are protective over their territories, which was the main reason why it attacked the boy when he went to the water to find something very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But then again, who would be stupid enough to accidentally drop something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; important in the water with this creature in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That would be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Secondly, who would be brave enough to risk his life just so he could make his first love happy, no matter how stupid it seems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Vega would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; One single thought of it haunts me every time I breathe. Forgive me, dear brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-7499806173593910045?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/7499806173593910045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=7499806173593910045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7499806173593910045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7499806173593910045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/02/amulet-one-shot-original-story.html' title='The Amulet (One shot original story)'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-2457406373037089614</id><published>2009-01-30T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:06:46.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYP3wdn_I_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/miX_KuEk538/s1600-h/00ultimate+venom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYP3wdn_I_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/miX_KuEk538/s320/00ultimate+venom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349998675960818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Yeah. That guy. I'm attracted to him for some reason [since I was nine] and I have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;... Is that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-2457406373037089614?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/2457406373037089614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=2457406373037089614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2457406373037089614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2457406373037089614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/01/venom.html' title='Venom.'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYP3wdn_I_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/miX_KuEk538/s72-c/00ultimate+venom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6370822671423555195</id><published>2009-01-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:02:46.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, weekends aren't exactly 'weekends' for me. No, the weeks don't end at all. They just start again from the top. The schedule as well as the list of activities change. :D So yeah, everyday's actually a weekday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug me? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6370822671423555195?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/6370822671423555195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=6370822671423555195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6370822671423555195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6370822671423555195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend?'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-8065871606296687250</id><published>2009-01-28T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:40:14.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow. I never thought that college would turn out to be this annoying. I am now cramming a bunch of science papers that are supposed to be due tomorrow. Yeah, our group did some of it during our breaks, but it wasn't enough. We still need more time! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work. :D See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-8065871606296687250?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/8065871606296687250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=8065871606296687250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/8065871606296687250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/8065871606296687250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-8165304082482241123</id><published>2008-09-13T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:17:35.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Ima suda rukata makude&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stop the raindrops from falling&lt;br /&gt;Ima suda muaye ba rade&lt;br /&gt;You can’t stop the storm from coming&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Mai ra yuna daste, -ra yuna daste&lt;br /&gt;Mai ra yuna dase..&lt;br /&gt;I give you my lullaby, mai ra yuna daste lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby, mai ra yuna daste lullaby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;Ki mae rane, kurena ma narena&lt;br /&gt;Today is different from our yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yida-yida umade quo to narena&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is what we learned from our yesterday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[instrumentals]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-8165304082482241123?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/8165304082482241123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=8165304082482241123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/8165304082482241123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/8165304082482241123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2008/09/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-4598479568246793976</id><published>2008-09-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:05:22.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="entrytext"&gt;Soaring through the darkened skies will&lt;br /&gt; Sanctify this feeling&lt;br /&gt; Does my promise still apply&lt;br /&gt; When seeing is believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking through the bloodstained glass&lt;br /&gt; I saw you vandalizing&lt;br /&gt; Hearts and minds; The social class&lt;br /&gt; Could prove to be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For every page there comes a story&lt;br /&gt; Like how records used to play&lt;br /&gt; However, there's no 'sorry'&lt;br /&gt; When there's no crime to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Everyday' turns 'Everynight'&lt;br /&gt; When conscience starts to fade&lt;br /&gt; Once you lie, failed your design,&lt;br /&gt; Let 'Fallen' be your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-4598479568246793976?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/4598479568246793976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=4598479568246793976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4598479568246793976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4598479568246793976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2008/09/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5029166134070584304</id><published>2008-04-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:01:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Centigrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Don't block the exit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we're on third centigrade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Or I will,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Make fire...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To keep me warm,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And it'll scorch my veins and kill all sanity...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pre-chorus:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You always wear the mask of deception&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"I swear (I swear), I won't hurt you"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You made me fake a smile, told myself:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"I can't (I can't, I can't), show emotions"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I said that I can't be a clown ('cause I'm not that much of a joker)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And I said that I cannot be your smile ('cause I'm not that much of a joker)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;II.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Don't block the exit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we're on third centigrade,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Or I will,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Make fire...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To keep me warm,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To boil my blood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To make it feel all right again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You showed and you made me believe that:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Your kind (your kind, your kind) can't be trusted"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And I do not want to end up just &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;like them (like them, like them) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm not desperate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I never went by your side ('cause you are the one who's the joker)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And I will never let you take my heart ('cause you are the one who's the joker)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5029166134070584304?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5029166134070584304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5029166134070584304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5029166134070584304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5029166134070584304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2008/04/third-centigrade.html' title='Third Centigrade'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-7184689809706609536</id><published>2008-03-31T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:19:42.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've just uploaded my songs.. Click if you want to hear it. Comments are appreciated ^^ The song called 'good bye' is incomplete though.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/uu8Xh-t/music/FZOhAcnU/elion_zukate_are_you_far_from_gone/"&gt;Are you far from gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/uu8Xh-t/music/mb139LZl/elion_zukate_good_bye/"&gt;Good Bye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't know how to upload full songs though...Hope you like them! ^^ I'll upload the others soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-7184689809706609536?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/7184689809706609536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=7184689809706609536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7184689809706609536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/7184689809706609536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey.html' title='HEY!!'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5589964323272808169</id><published>2008-03-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:35:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deteriorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When control is what they lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they start to take what they don't own, when they thought that it's all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they taught themselves to be cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they do not believe that it's sweet to be home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Pre-chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Don't be surprised that the sun walked away from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Where did the lights go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;They run, they leap, and they fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Into the bottomless pit of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When all else fails, when everything goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;would you still stay the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When the sirens start singing, let the venom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Swim with their blood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"etaroireted" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they want to burn them alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they rip off their arms, when they slow down and waste all their time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they say that they're hungry for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When they cry that they're sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When their hearts were all torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Instrumentals]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5589964323272808169?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5589964323272808169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5589964323272808169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5589964323272808169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5589964323272808169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2008/03/deteriorate.html' title='Deteriorate'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-4721792684896287799</id><published>2007-10-30T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:40:22.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This one's actually about the environment. v_v I wrote this after taking a trip somewhere away from my hometown. I forgot the name of the place, but it made me really sad after seeing trash and smoke-belchers everywhere. *heavy siigh* Anyway, the song..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It’s called&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;—-Good bye—-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[intro]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;You always thought it was easy&lt;br /&gt;To just take everything and run&lt;br /&gt;You never knew the consequences&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you did but you&lt;br /&gt;Did not care&lt;br /&gt;You left them there&lt;br /&gt;You left them rotting, give them no time to heal&lt;br /&gt;You took more than what the trees could give&lt;br /&gt;You burn all their tears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;See the pitch-black mists&lt;br /&gt;See them slither&lt;br /&gt;In the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Sky high&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;See apocalypse&lt;br /&gt;See the chaos come&lt;br /&gt;Let the dead birds fly by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Good bye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;It was a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;You never thought it would end up like this&lt;br /&gt;And you blame everything&lt;br /&gt;For your cruelty,&lt;br /&gt;Your ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;Your selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Even though you started it&lt;br /&gt;You look for ways to end this mess&lt;br /&gt;And you’re going, gone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, dear world&lt;br /&gt;You have given me everything I need&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Your will to let me live&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Forgive my cruel ways&lt;br /&gt;I did not mean to let you die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Did not mean to let you die&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Breathing in and out&lt;br /&gt;See my lungs deteriorate&lt;br /&gt;Bid me good bye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;..Good bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-4721792684896287799?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/4721792684896287799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=4721792684896287799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4721792684896287799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/4721792684896287799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-this-ones.html' title='Good bye'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6686273749514733433</id><published>2007-10-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:41:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whooooot!&lt;br /&gt;10/24/07&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A new one ^^&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;—-Save me—-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna-&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall down! (2x)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Intro -^-^-]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna-&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall down! (2x)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Pull the trigger and watch me run&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to kick off, the adrenaline’s pumping&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Kill all pity, have some fun&lt;br /&gt;All the colors fade, blind touch, cold sound&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Force me to be someone I’m not&lt;br /&gt;To be with a killer would be like killing myself&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Force them to be someone they’re not&lt;br /&gt;To be like you would be selling souls to the dead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my hunger, feed me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my hunger, feed me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my hunger, feed me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my anger, now stop&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this seventh circle of hell&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;Save me from burning myself&lt;br /&gt;Stop me&lt;br /&gt;Stop me from killing you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Take away all these poisonous weapons&lt;br /&gt;To be with them might make my mind wander&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give myself one good reason&lt;br /&gt;Not to lose sanity, not to lose my control&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Stop me from killing…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna-&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall down!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna-&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna fall down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6686273749514733433?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/6686273749514733433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=6686273749514733433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6686273749514733433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6686273749514733433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/10/save-me.html' title='Save me'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6149238997569722654</id><published>2007-10-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:42:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you far from gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here's a song that I made two months ago. I'll post the tabs soon.. That is, if I can XD (I dunno how to make one). Anyway, here it is.. Hope ya like it ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;--Are you far from gone--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Move a little closer beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;What are you afraid of my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;All the things that you saw tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will all perish when you let the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You are what you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You will fail when you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;That you're not worth their time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I know that it's hard to become one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;With the stars up above once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let the sea waters darken the lands again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Returning it to where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let the sea waters darken the [white] lands again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Returning it to where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Returning it to where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you far from gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you making this life worth loving, kill all living mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you far from gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Or are you breaking the seal that bonds you with your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you far from gone, are you far from gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Move a little closer beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;What do you think you should do, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;All the things that you own today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will not last, will not be with you when you leave this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6149238997569722654?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6735959039127382402</id><published>2007-09-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:42:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finished another song. It doesn't have a title though. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will I forever fall for your deception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Is there really a right time for a person to trust)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you willing to keep your promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(What is it that you want from us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Would it be possible for us to get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Was there something you think I did wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why do you think should I even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will there only be questions in this sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you do what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Or will you just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you let me rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you let me rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you sick and tired of all the things you've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Do you think that it's better to die)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Bloodstained clothes and hands, will you wash them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;(Or will you just keep on cutting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you do what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Or will you just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you let me rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; Will you let me rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you know that it was never worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you even try to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why do you only listen to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will there only be questions (-only be questions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will there only be questions in this sad song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you let me rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will you let me rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6735959039127382402?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/6735959039127382402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=6735959039127382402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6735959039127382402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6735959039127382402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-finished-another-song-it-doesnt.html' title='Just finished another song. It doesn&apos;t have a title though. XD'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6302149283665926171</id><published>2007-07-22T22:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:43:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random scribbles.. lawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's fun to be yourself when nobody's looking, you know very well that this doesn't happen everyday. And when they're around, you have fun just by thinking of what to do next once they are away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You told me once that you want them to read your mind,  you want them to know what you're thinking. But then you told me once that you don't want them to know, you don't want them to know about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So we're stuck leaving clues behind for them to find out what we want. We state what is obvious while keeping our lips zipped tight. We wouldn't want them to know how we feel just by saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should we say it aloud in a whisper? Or should we say it directly that we need attention? Should we say it aloud in a whisper? Or should we just keep these feelings to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To my beloved piece of machinery, let's keep it between you and me. Time is priceless, life is short. I wouldn't want them to waste their precious time on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6302149283665926171?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/6302149283665926171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=6302149283665926171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6302149283665926171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6302149283665926171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-scribbles-lawl.html' title='Random scribbles.. lawl'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5615404963938944827</id><published>2007-07-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:45:00.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I scanned my drawings! Finally!!! =^-^=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just click on them for a larger version. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiaOasW0CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sATc3zxP60c/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086985351589187618" style="width: 110px; height: 145px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiaOasW0CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sATc3zxP60c/s320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiaBqsW0BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7_IU5Ovf8DM/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086985132545855506" style="width: 119px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiaBqsW0BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7_IU5Ovf8DM/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiZQasW0AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Axg5GLgaJbI/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086984286437298178" style="width: 129px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiZQasW0AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Axg5GLgaJbI/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiY9KsWz_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bIy_vhItm8A/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086983955724816370" style="width: 110px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiY9KsWz_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bIy_vhItm8A/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My status: *is having withdrawal syndrome*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want milk. Milky-milky milk. I NEED MILK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Milk and kimchi! =^-^=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yea Ima do da "Milk 'n Kimchi dance"! Yei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*drinks milk with kimchi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-and now I will do the dragon dance! Rawr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m^(~.~)^m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caveofdragons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5615404963938944827?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5615404963938944827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5615404963938944827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5615404963938944827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5615404963938944827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-scanned-my-drawings-finally.html' title='I scanned my drawings! Finally!!! =^-^='/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/RpiaOasW0CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sATc3zxP60c/s72-c/Untitled-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-282959466042073100</id><published>2007-06-05T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:20:55.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's a creature like you&lt;br /&gt;doing on top of this tower&lt;br /&gt;with your dark-grey fins&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you shouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a creature like you&lt;br /&gt;stare right at the sun&lt;br /&gt;when you have spiky gills and&lt;br /&gt;when you cannot breathe air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;under these dark waters&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;black heart before and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a creature like you&lt;br /&gt;doing above the water&lt;br /&gt;with your blood-red eyes&lt;br /&gt;it was never worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a creature like you&lt;br /&gt;force yourself into the other world&lt;br /&gt;when you know that you'll never make it&lt;br /&gt;you will never get what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;under these dark waters&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;black heart before and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a person like you&lt;br /&gt;doing on top of this tower&lt;br /&gt;with no feathery wings&lt;br /&gt;and say that they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a person like you&lt;br /&gt;stare right at these headlights&lt;br /&gt;and throw away the gift&lt;br /&gt;the greatest gift you ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-282959466042073100?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/282959466042073100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=282959466042073100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/282959466042073100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/282959466042073100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/06/blackheart.html' title='Blackheart'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-2826727773198139712</id><published>2007-05-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T02:52:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Have you ever been told that you are obsessed with something? I don't like talking about myself in blogs so this is all about you. Heh. Anyway, let's talk about obsession. What is it? It's a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling... Well, at least that's what the dictionary says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay.. Let's say that a lot of people tell you that you're obsessed with, uhh.. Videogames. Why? Just because you're using it the whole day? They tell you that you're addicted. They tell you that you're not doing anything productive. Well, it IS true that playing videogames the whole day is bad. But what exactly is your reason for playing that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let's say you have little brothers and/or sisters. They love videogames as much as you do. You try to ignore them but your parents tell you that you should give them a chance. And as the older one, you try to be a good sibling by sacrificing your 'amusement' just so they could have fun. You smile at yourself. Doesn't it feel good to give? Doesn't it feel good to see somebody smile because of what you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, so you more or less gave your PS2 to your siblings. Now what? You see them playing everyday and you finally realized that you're not getting your turn anymore. But you love them. What can you do? So you tried to play while they're asleep. Let's say thet they sleep at around 8 pm. Okay, PS time. But then everyone tells you that you should give your PS a break. It's been used the whole day. So as the obedient child you are, you turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And so the next day came. Your siblings went out to play. At last, you find yourself alone with your beloved piece of machinery. You turned it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next day, you saw your siblings play videogames. You let them go. But wait a sec... Aren't they supposed to share it with you? I mean.. You're the one who bought it with your OWN MONEY. You now find it unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you told your parents about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, Dad, I just realized that my siblings are hogging the PS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they came up with a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, your siblings go out every saturday. You can play all you want once theyre out." So you're like, "Yeiii!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saturday. You even marked it on your calendar that says "PS2 day". But then there are some saturdays when your siblings don't go out at all. So you only get to play for like.. Twice a week. More or less... And when you're free during weekdays and at the same time your siblings are not there, you're asked to do your chores. There's nothing you could do about it. After all, chores ARE more important that videogames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, so 'PS day' came. You played all day. You told yourself, "I rarely get to play like this... I should enjoy it while I still have time..." But then something's wrong. Everyone then starts to tell you that you're getting addicted. That, of course, is not true. You can live without it. It's the only thing that amuses you though. And you're too busy  to find alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So you stop. You prove to them that you're not addicted by quitting and giving up videogames... Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So what was your reason again? Ah yes... It's the only time you get to play. But like what I said earlier [im referring to my post before this], we dont always get what we want. I guess it's best to give it up when you have to. Sad isn't it? Nah, it's okay. YOU'LL be okay. It's for your own good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-2826727773198139712?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/2826727773198139712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=2826727773198139712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2826727773198139712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/2826727773198139712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-little-something.html' title='Just a little something'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-3673714118081204156</id><published>2007-05-17T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:54:39.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0-0-0-Eat this! Nahahaha XD-0-0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you always have to be so selfish? Why can't you just be contented with what you already have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see sadness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You asked for something that's impossible to get. You worked hard for it. You risked your life for it. You gave your best. You told yourself that you could do it. You think you know everything. You pushed everyone away just to get a step ahead. You thought they're useless. You thought that by doing so, it would make your journey a little lighter. You've thrown everything you've had.. Including your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will succeed for sure.." -that's what you told yourself after taking another step. You felt that you've won already. It's as if nothing could stop you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things turned out the other way. You were afraid that this would happen. You didn't know that it WOULD happen. Or maybe you did, but you just ignored it, thinking that things would turn out the way you want it to. You were brimming with energy, with confidence.. With pride. But not until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fell flat on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you would win. You thought you were there.&lt;br /&gt;And then you told yourself: "This can't be happening..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing yourself off angrily, you then refused to accept what happened. You screamed at everyone. You screamed at your friends. Wait.. Hold on a sec.. You pushed everyone away, remember? Then they didn't have anything to do with your failure. Which means you have no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you grew insane. You start to do things.. Bad things.. Things that you don't usually do. Things that a normal [good] person don't usually do. You thought you would never lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always get what we want. You were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you cried your heart out. You were filled with hate, depression, etc.. You want revenge. You want to kill the one who made it impossible for you to get what you want. Well.. If such person ever existed, that is. Doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just let go of that little something which you cannot own, something that was not meant for you? You feel sorry for yourself. After all, life is not all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get back to normal.  After that incident,  you've sworn not to do it again.  You grew happy.  You finally told yourself that  you are happy with what you have.  You start to make friends again.  You  start a  'new life'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-3673714118081204156?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/3673714118081204156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=3673714118081204156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/3673714118081204156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/3673714118081204156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/05/eh.html' title='... Eh?'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5037043789179051757</id><published>2007-05-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:40:50.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill it all away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;inside me&lt;br /&gt;it looks after itself&lt;br /&gt;how it feels good when it is praised&lt;br /&gt;feel how it burns when denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tiny mistake in the past&lt;br /&gt;probably scarred me for life&lt;br /&gt;come on now, give me back my dagger&lt;br /&gt;so that i could finally kill my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;kill it all away, now&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live in hatred&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see it live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me accept my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfishness&lt;br /&gt;kept me from seeing clearly&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that it was in me&lt;br /&gt;after all these happy years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;encourage myself to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;not by looking at those who are weak&lt;br /&gt;but to those who are way better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy versus inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill it all away (i am not the best of the best)&lt;br /&gt;kill it all away, now (i am not perfect)&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live in hatred (don't want to be selfish)&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to see it live (not a sucker for attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humility versus pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5037043789179051757?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5037043789179051757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5037043789179051757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5037043789179051757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5037043789179051757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/05/kill-it-all-away.html' title='Kill it all away'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5624088574487377723</id><published>2007-05-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:33:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time remaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'tis another day&lt;br /&gt;another day of misery&lt;br /&gt;another day of trying to make them&lt;br /&gt;make them happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis another day&lt;br /&gt;another day of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;another day of finding somebody&lt;br /&gt;someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate starts with criticism and resent&lt;br /&gt;unforgiven heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not allowed&lt;br /&gt;to express myself properly&lt;br /&gt;to show them that im angry&lt;br /&gt;just like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate you, hate me&lt;br /&gt;we're all hating each other, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;will we ever get along&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate starts with criticism and resent&lt;br /&gt;unforgiven heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not allowed to express myself&lt;br /&gt;unforgiven heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5624088574487377723?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5624088574487377723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5624088574487377723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5624088574487377723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5624088574487377723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-remaining.html' title='Time remaining'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-6176883274361384863</id><published>2007-04-28T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:45:27.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;02/22/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel:&lt;/strong&gt; *slams his head on the table*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jad: &lt;/strong&gt;Uy Viel... Okay ka lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel: &lt;/strong&gt;Huh? Ah, oo. Inaantok lang ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: &lt;/strong&gt;Viel, gusto mo ng 'Soup and Rice'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel: &lt;/strong&gt;Huh? Soup and Rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: &lt;/strong&gt;SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justine: &lt;/strong&gt;Surprise daw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel: &lt;/strong&gt;Akala ko Soup and Rice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir H: &lt;/strong&gt;Gusto niyo ba ng bonus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class: &lt;/strong&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir H: &lt;/strong&gt;Okay. Tinatanong ko lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;04/29/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jad: &lt;/strong&gt;Ma, ano po itong 'Zuko' na 'to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: &lt;/strong&gt;Ah, yan? Masarap yan! &lt;strong&gt;Zubukan&lt;/strong&gt; mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: &lt;/strong&gt;Sino ba yan? Baka uma-eklat na yan ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jad: &lt;/strong&gt;Ano po yung eklat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: &lt;/strong&gt;Eklat... Ume-echeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jad: &lt;/strong&gt;MA! You're speaking words that I don't understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;02/28/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Leo:&lt;/strong&gt;  *hold a piece of wood* CJ... Tuwad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;02/17/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just: &lt;/strong&gt;Buuuuuurp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viel: &lt;/strong&gt;Justine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just: &lt;/strong&gt;That is my nature. Accept me as IT is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-6176883274361384863?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/6176883274361384863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=6176883274361384863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6176883274361384863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/6176883274361384863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/04/quotez.html' title='Quotez'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-5470725066691935401</id><published>2007-04-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T06:35:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn the clock by writing&lt;br /&gt;Lies in your diary&lt;br /&gt;Plasitc smiles&lt;br /&gt;How could you just leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;Killing time&lt;br /&gt;You forget all the good stories&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is for you&lt;br /&gt;To nurture the rage inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury blood in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Paired with a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;Owned by a burning spirit&lt;br /&gt;Stranded on a raging snowstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn the clock by writing&lt;br /&gt;Lies in your diary&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being exposed&lt;br /&gt;To the world&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being isolated&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of fear, despair, and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury blood in your chest&lt;br /&gt;Paired with a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;Owned by a burning spirit&lt;br /&gt;Stranded on a raging snowstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you correct my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I can't correct yours&lt;br /&gt;Could it be because you're always right&lt;br /&gt;Will you forget&lt;br /&gt;Will you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-5470725066691935401?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/5470725066691935401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=5470725066691935401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5470725066691935401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/5470725066691935401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-what-this-is-tehe-song.html' title='Stranded'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305825779747362530.post-567215295248502097</id><published>2007-04-26T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:07:40.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random stuff i found in my diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just felt like posting it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 03/24/07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To my beloved piece of machinery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I know this looks emo but... I had to let this out somehow. My pride is taking over, and people aren't happy about it. I finally realized that I hate this world. that I have been hating my life subconsciously, without me knowing it. It's bad, I know. All my life, I have been trying to escape my reality, by building or creating a world of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Why? Well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't trust men because they are too weak, and I don't trust women either because they take advantage of a man's weakness (does not apply to everyone though). But if I'm not siding on anyone, then what am I? Gah! What am I thinking?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But then again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody's perfect. Not even me. Heh. Definitely not me. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. It's hard to trust people these days. Everything is full of deceit. Lies. But there is nothing that I could do. I can't control the world. I guess I'll just have to live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I feel so foolish right now. What's the point of writing when it will be kept and stored away forever anyway?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -Elion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5305825779747362530-567215295248502097?l=amphithere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/feeds/567215295248502097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5305825779747362530&amp;postID=567215295248502097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/567215295248502097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5305825779747362530/posts/default/567215295248502097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amphithere.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-random-stuff-i-found-in-my-diary.html' title='Some random stuff i found in my diary'/><author><name>Zukate08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14032342979519683452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JmqRYksJ1-s/SYPcZhgF3qI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rW5fWFEy6iI/S220/DSC01029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
