<?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-1335370329323395828</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:19:08.437+08:00</updated><category term='night'/><category term='jass'/><category term='Singer'/><category term='music'/><category term='metal'/><category term='demon'/><category term='blues'/><category term='rock'/><category term='fusion'/><category term='The'/><category term='band'/><title type='text'>Myself and the world</title><subtitle type='html'>the things I do that everybody would do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-3902959524749429583</id><published>2009-04-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:51:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAZE UPON THE STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus"&gt;I’m just a dreamer, in this shattered golden land I walk, with the sandman by my side. Tiptoed along the edges of the fairies’ enchanting forest, listening to their fluttering wings as they sashayed and dance on the glimmer of sunlight, shone down protruding through leaves and branches, contented facade and smiling sensation and the harmony goes by. I gaze upon their beauty as they flew past me, little creatures of magic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus"&gt;I rode down the golden valley, on a magnificent workhorse. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With its mane of bright red and eyes black as the night. Its thunderous hooves shatters the ground with such force, it trembled the whole land. I sigh of its power. The evening smile as I sit in by the campfire. Little ember sparks and flew off into the sweet scent of the air. I lie down on the earth and gaze upon a single star that shines the brightest. She made my heart warm and I wander into the land of dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Papyrus"&gt;&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/1335370329323395828-3902959524749429583?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/3902959524749429583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaze-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3902959524749429583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3902959524749429583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaze-upon-star.html' title='GAZE UPON THE STAR'/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-662369466361263457</id><published>2009-04-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:42:19.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTAMENT OF THE FOOLISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In those days of old they ask for enlightenment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To seek their redeemer to save their hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unleashing their part into play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To this day we will never comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is the deceiver who came into being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like a clock his mind kept working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To make a living out of prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And to this day they follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do you ever realize your ways of existence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Made from the mind and into naught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the moment you will not recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A tribute of the thoughtless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When will you ever know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What you’re doing is nothing but a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is the time you’re in for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When nothing is what it seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1335370329323395828-662369466361263457?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/662369466361263457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/testament-of-foolish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/662369466361263457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/662369466361263457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/testament-of-foolish.html' title='TESTAMENT OF THE FOOLISH'/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-4456431849555898003</id><published>2009-04-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:51:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant... Moving forward with my star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t know why I’m into this stagnant life; it should be at my age that I’m having a job and a wife, with two kids the most. But that’s just… you know, simple living. Without any dreams to pursue, just seeing life as it is, it’s bleak. I was in that category. And yet, I’m still here. God must have a reason for this life of mine. Till I found a star, no… it’s not from that Stardust movie (ha ha you’re thinking about it aren’t you? I wish).So now I’m living at a slow pace, I don’t know if luck had anything to do with it. I was just thinking, with her, I can do everything now. But still it’s a slow velocity and towards what I want to achieve, in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want your ambition to come true? When I was in primary school, I had a dream to be a soldier, in which I did became one, but it wasn’t supposed to be what I wanted. I had troubles here and there; I started to see some flaws within the administration system. Instead of being pressurized to the maximum, I took a big step to resign. Within that time range, I discovered another talent, I used to think it was just another hobby of mine, as it grew larger, I became rebellious, and I wanted to make this thing come true. It’s my voice. My mother claimed that I could sing by the age of eight. I couldn’t remember that time I was a kid so to speak. Within my moment with the army I had joined numerous talent contest, some of which I became one of the finalist. The other contestants didn’t have the same idea as I did. I’m loud, I’m pitched high and I was ready to take it on. Then I was turned down by the fact that people around here doesn’t want a rocking soul sound, all they want was soft and sweet like candy. Well what do you expect? I was fuming mad. But all these were an experience to me that different people have different opinion. And so I went on, creating bands as I go on with my life, some were hard core, some were slow rock, and most of the time… METAL. I thought I was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time and times again I slowly realized I can do all sorts of thing in singing, well… maybe not all. I don’t do rap. I tried, I just can’t. There are some things in life in which you cannot do at all. You can call it my weakness, but my strong point was even larger. I gain some attention from audiences that I meet, saying I should do this or do that, I can take criticism too. This made me realize that what I wanted to do in my life, this… normal life. This is the next step in which I am about to take, and nobody is going to stop me, I have my voice, I have my skill, I’m willing to learn and I’m ready to take on the world. This is my time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And with that angel star in my life, I can do anything. I love my star.&lt;/span&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/1335370329323395828-4456431849555898003?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/4456431849555898003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/stagnant-moving-forward-with-my-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4456431849555898003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4456431849555898003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/stagnant-moving-forward-with-my-star.html' title='Stagnant... Moving forward with my star'/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-7674493704125039826</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:02:18.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/SdI-UqmMOHI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdQwDP7JMdI/s1600-h/sai978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/SdI-UqmMOHI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdQwDP7JMdI/s320/sai978.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319382634630756466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;You know, being a musician… or a vocalist on my part, it’s not as easy as it seems, I’ve been told that a singer is the front man of a band, well I know that as well as everybody who is in a band, but not when it comes to a band that is so multitalented, so influenced with the music around them, regional or international. Being a singer actually control the whole entire situation, for the audience, and those who are the backbone supporting you, for example, mainly, the drummer. His/her job is not only playing the beat, but as the main importance when are you gonna cue in your song, the break, and cueing out of the music. I was given a lecture by my drummer, I have to listen, relax and alert at the same time, know where the song starts and how it ends. Somewhat I was exposed to how a singer should be like in a real talented group… to control such group one has to be flexible, adding up some tunes from the original melodies so people can hear that this is how we play it, how one can sing differently from the rest. This is what it means to climb to another level. I often wonder sometimes whether this is my calling, instead of being a worker ant. This is where I suppose to be, on a stage where people come and listen, enjoyed and to relieve stress. In all my journey of life being a singer is just a leisure pursuit, or so I thought. It never comes across in my mind that this is where my happiness is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Maybe it’s a tough job being a singer, but if that’s where I’s assume to be, if this profession makes me happy, it’s all about grabbing the chances, and I’m taking it. This is where I am. No matter how hard it takes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335370329323395828-7674493704125039826?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/7674493704125039826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-being-musician-or-vocalist-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/7674493704125039826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/7674493704125039826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-being-musician-or-vocalist-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/SdI-UqmMOHI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdQwDP7JMdI/s72-c/sai978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-4647968751036514584</id><published>2009-03-29T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:02:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even as of today I fe&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sc9-rbyXazI/AAAAAAAAABg/JUEYtTJuVYQ/s320/grayscale+mode.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318608969606327090" /&gt;el so distraught and feeling empty without you by my side, but I am what I am. I shall fight this alone till the day I meet you again and stop my fighting to retire, to a better place with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that burn within me is nothing compared to what I had before. A reaction so deep that you can never imagine, even if my limbs torn apart, the care I have for you, will never change. For this is the only one just for me, I tell myself, this is my woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my promise to you, that I will cherish you forever with all my life. All these times of searching for the one that is right for me has gone dim, you came into my life like a brand new star. Each time we spent together is like a new adventure. Now, the real adventure begins. What's in front of me in unclear and uncertain, it could be treacherous, sorrowful or pain, but i shall endure, i have made up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for our own future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335370329323395828-4647968751036514584?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/4647968751036514584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-as-of-today-i-feel-so-distraught.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4647968751036514584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4647968751036514584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-as-of-today-i-feel-so-distraught.html' title=''/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sc9-rbyXazI/AAAAAAAAABg/JUEYtTJuVYQ/s72-c/grayscale+mode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-3002050227136964475</id><published>2009-03-25T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:13:29.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been told that the technology is advancing every single minute of every day. I was trying to find something in this world, such as finding money and doing work on the computers just to make money, as such as blogging or internet marketing. If I was taught more on computers, I would've made some; knowledge about the internet has grown over the years, now that the internet marketing has been introduced. I find it hard to understand that a guy like me would do this kind of business and I know it's never too late to learn about it. But lately I had this feeling that it’s not my field of expertise. Just imagine nowadays you can see the other side of the world with just a click of a button. You can see, yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here comes the question, can you actually feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The difference of the air you want to smell from the other side of the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To taste their water? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To hear their language? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Understand their culture first hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You would think that just by clicking would be enough for your curiosity. It all seems good to have business within your fingers (meaning to say, you type, send emails, getting quotations online and so forth) but you're still staying in one place at one time. Where is all the business where it would require you to run around, meet people, and have a good talk over coffee (instead of chatting with them, although it might seem to be a good idea)? Where is the courtesy to greet them by shaking their hands and all of those that would make a good business?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we are advancing through a modern age of society where people are in the comfort of their home, yes it is true, comfort, is it comfortable enough to deteriorate your health in that comfort zone too? "You can have your own exercise gym at home!" so sayeth the advertisement guy on T.V. But a good exercise to keep you healthy and smart at the same time is by having another person with you, to my opinion of course, how do you feel when you're doing your work out alone; does it really feel that good? Running on a tread mill with music in your ears or on TV. right in front of you. With that being said, is that your real happiness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It seems that the term and feeling of "True Happiness" has become a product for companies around the world, to be sold off in little bottles of pills and supplements; true... it'll boost up our level of health to some degree, but where was the hard work to get to that point? With your sweat and your mind. Nowadays...you want to be happy? you click a button, you buy online and pop a pill or two, the quick easy way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335370329323395828-3002050227136964475?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/3002050227136964475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-been-told-that-technology-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3002050227136964475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3002050227136964475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-been-told-that-technology-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-4965255328301846864</id><published>2009-03-22T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:49:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/ScYzgtZfwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MREXfpFAZWw/s1600-h/gundam-figure-3-30-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/ScYzgtZfwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MREXfpFAZWw/s320/gundam-figure-3-30-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315993047192813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The joys of Gundam should always be shared. If you’re not a fan of the Gundam, then I guess you just don’t like super awesome mechs. The manga master is getting a high quality treatment with the announced tour of a platinum figurine. Bandai estimates the full-on platinum Mobile Suit Gundam figurine at a value of $250,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gundam Fix Platinum measures in at 5-in. tall and 3-lbs. The tiny mech was created by a joint venture between Bandai and Ginza Tanaka. While the figure is being used to promote platinum at BASELWORLD 2007, a jewelry show held in Switzerland, the real intent to is to expand Gundam’s name recognition worldwide. 30 years after it’s first appearance in Japanese anime and there are still people who don’t know the wonders of Gundam. We live in a shocking world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beginning April 12 the platinum Gundam will be on display in Basel, Switzerland. Soon after it will return home to Japan. Presumably to fight and protect very small cities, and teach of the horrors of war while looking spiffy the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO if anyone has this $250,000 gundam, take a picture of its joints! I heard it's flexible too...&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/1335370329323395828-4965255328301846864?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/4965255328301846864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/joys-of-gundam-should-always-be-shared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4965255328301846864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/4965255328301846864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/joys-of-gundam-should-always-be-shared.html' title=''/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/ScYzgtZfwTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MREXfpFAZWw/s72-c/gundam-figure-3-30-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-3154487510286553390</id><published>2009-03-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:00:19.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demon'/><title type='text'>the things I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;I am a demon. I have been living in this old earth for five hundred centuries. I have seen continuous battles, never-ending political discussions and the terror caused by humans… in my own personal point of view; they are doing a much better job than me. Truthfully speaking I was sent to earth to cause utter destruction towards human beings, but during the late thirteenth centuries I realized that there’s no point of me doing this. I was better off disguising myself as a human farmer and watched the world go by. I witnessed the first gun powder being produced, back then it was just spears, swords, shields and my personal favorite weapon, battle axes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;Sigh… those were the days, nowadays it’s the one who has more information wins the battle. The newer demons are much more complicated than my breed before. We were ruthless, battle hardened and trained, in every value of warfare even before Sun Tzu ever produced his philosophy of war. Now I am standing in this luxurious office of a 70 storey building, watching over the horizon, wondering to myself, was there ever anything left in my task that I failed to go back to where I belong. The human evolution still continues to strive to its best. I see people wander into the darkness of their own demise. My inner sense tells me that these people down there, they have their hopes and dreams, some still waiting to flourished, some are shattered, some are working hard to make it happen, “Heh… he’s gonna take awhile to make his dreams happen”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;I chuckled to myself, and a toast to them. Yes, as a monster, a demon, I can see dreams, their desire, it’s what I was designed to do, living their dreams, then slowly or in an instant, crush it. But why bother? They’re capable of doing it themselves already. This so called human pleasure of sex and entertainment is enough to make me happy for this lifetime; I couldn’t care less about their war. I’m just happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335370329323395828-3154487510286553390?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/feeds/3154487510286553390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3154487510286553390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335370329323395828/posts/default/3154487510286553390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sai978.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-do.html' title='the things I do'/><author><name>Saiful Ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14615150267617781980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeL0IjiLM_k/Sb-3gA0GtrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7gqdYJkwAK8/S220/more+smaller+view.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335370329323395828.post-360502089844638337</id><published>2009-03-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:42:02.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The'/><title type='text'>The night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night has fallen; its darkness consumed my loneliness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my desperation grew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;longing to be in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my saccharine sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where must the heart lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the warm organs of my body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where it is placed physically? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or in a place so warm and bright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caressed in your embrace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damnation this cruel intention of silence!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making me weak, procrastinating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;within every second, the minute, the hours, the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to be in your loving grace…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear love, hold my heart dear, hold it tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let my warmth be your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in dreams throughout your slumber in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Share my tears of sadness and joy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven hear my prayers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let my love hold me, guide me, teach me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let her guidance be my light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through this darkest hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let her teaching be my path to righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let her hold me so I will not be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in old ancient earth we call home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I love her so very true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for I love her so deep…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I love her for all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1335370329323395828-360502089844638337?l=sai978.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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