<?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-7186691</id><updated>2012-02-14T01:48:47.839+08:00</updated><category term='Another very vulgar emotion expressive post'/><category term='beatles - let it be'/><category term='a rather lonely book out'/><category term='WITH PRIDE WE LEAD'/><category term='i got her picture stuck in my mind'/><category term='song: tank - 懂了'/><category term='方大同 - 拖男带女'/><category term='now then the impact of reccession.'/><category term='khalil - if you leave me now'/><category term='finnally'/><category term='KEEP STILL THERE'/><category term='song: 阿沁 - 梵谷的左耳-'/><category term='fang da tong (khalil) -  6.手拖手'/><category 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which allow me to express my views in a way beyond the limitations; two-sided or more.'/><category term='is and are (is/are) contrasting.'/><category term='section 4.'/><category term='rightful moral values'/><category term='platoon 4'/><category term='GLORY GLORY GLORY MAN U'/><category term='why are we here and what are we doing'/><category term='i need a fking good book in my shelf to read.'/><category term='to rephrase in simple sentences; they made them so beautiful.'/><category term='good things come to boys who wait'/><category term='SISPEC'/><title type='text'>dot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5803291641680218118?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5803291641680218118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5803291641680218118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5803291641680218118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5803291641680218118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-end-of-day-it-is-still-you-who.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-9125123750643388604</id><published>2012-01-29T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:30:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"your once lover, your always guardian angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all these lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-9125123750643388604?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/9125123750643388604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=9125123750643388604' title='0 Comments'/><link 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about it but continue hurting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7068795048955196794?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7068795048955196794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7068795048955196794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7068795048955196794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7068795048955196794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-you-meet-up-with-everyone-except-one.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8485723887774476456</id><published>2012-01-22T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T02:23:43.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you ever read this, just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now entirely sure of the answer to what changed me the most in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did, you destroyed me truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8485723887774476456?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think about you i think about us every single day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1747647038023563850?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1747647038023563850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1747647038023563850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1747647038023563850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1747647038023563850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-see-everytime-i-think-about-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-706286298765671755</id><published>2011-12-25T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:11:21.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dislike christmas because it is about love and love makes me think of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-706286298765671755?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/706286298765671755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-861106688153005630</id><published>2011-10-04T04:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T04:35:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you probably would not read this, i probably is just writing this.. for myself, for therapy reasons. it hepls when i write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is october 4th today, next month's 28th is suppose to be our 4th year anniversary, its been a while. well what can i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still pretty miss you, living in the shadow and just recently realise you are not coming back to me.. ever. i think im out of the phase where i woke up every sleep and just hope you would turn out at my door step, like you used to, and i would just open the gates and smile at you walk you in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i... have been seeing some girls after you left... there were several nice girls but... the feeling is just so different from those i have towards you, i dont get the fasten heartbeat whenever i am going to meet them, i dont think about them all the time. its just so different from us when we were together. it is just... diferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny, our muscles are tied to certain memories about ourselves, thats why we can tie our shoes without looking or walk without thinking. muscle memories. then you spend long enough time with someone, your body memorise each other. the flick of your eyelashes, the pace of your heartbeat, the way your fingers would curl when we held hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know, you will find someone else better (or had already found one) like with better effeciency and care, become part of someone else's memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been reading recently, like you know fictions. some of them say the possibility of parallel universe or something that somewhere far away there would be a place like ours. caught me thinking you know, in somewhere, there might be a 8th of august 2010 which you (well techinically the other universe you) would have carry on the relationship. and we would not come with silly ideas of us being so noble and great. we would still be having phonecalls every night or making weird faces on webcam or doing silly things couples do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes... when i travel to the east side for birthday chalet or whatever. i past by bedok. i get this weird urge to go knock at your house and check if you are there. it is stupid because you would not be. nowadays you are.. quite far away with your new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you remember me sometimes. because you know what. i am not doing quite well, life is pretty shit. everything is just so different after you left. i... miss you.&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7009218812511841628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7009218812511841628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-jealous-of-all-couples-on-street.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-9139381921056263124</id><published>2011-08-30T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:13:58.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck you fucking liar didn't even call me when you fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-9139381921056263124?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/9139381921056263124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=9139381921056263124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/9139381921056263124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/9139381921056263124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-fuck-you-fucking-liar-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-878030283521847703</id><published>2011-07-23T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:36:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i picture you with him. a thousand blade pierce through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame myself for the wrong judgement. for forcing myself to let go and letting the loop to allow such. i am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard u are to handle, but still wants u in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard u are to handle, but still wants u in their life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you know i do? it doesn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-878030283521847703?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/878030283521847703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=878030283521847703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/878030283521847703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/878030283521847703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/07/everytime-i-picture-you-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2080956889195856950</id><published>2011-05-26T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:18:03.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're probably the only one whom i would ever be in love fully and completely, never would it occur in another, as when you left, a part of me died and followed you, it would never fade away till the very end of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could never be friends, as i would always see you as my lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2080956889195856950?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2080956889195856950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2080956889195856950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2080956889195856950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2080956889195856950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-were-probably-would-be-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-7013845643644513618</id><published>2011-05-23T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:52:55.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to be a lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7013845643644513618?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7013845643644513618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7013845643644513618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7013845643644513618'/><link 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Write, keep writing, I do not know when had i paused the habit of writing, nor when had i lost my senses in expression, this is neither depressing nor pitiful, wait, it is, in a state of nothingness only expression of body, or in the new technological terms, vision and words, could inspire and satisfy one's desire of self-admiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, self-admiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if you are doing something you love, hours feel like 5 minutes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are reading something you truly love in college?&lt;br /&gt;or it is that what you would like yourself to be in, to be in a state to allow for self-admiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) i always thought the real world was about selfish, center-minded behaviors and humans are shaped by the modern society for such. All the love and expressive and care shown on tv and comics and philosophisers do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather mis-leaded, it is in the human nature, the world is about compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) on education, do find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iG9CE55wbtY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-428293866367401356?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/428293866367401356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=428293866367401356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/428293866367401356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/428293866367401356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iG9CE55wbtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-797124180830739546</id><published>2011-04-16T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:13:59.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-797124180830739546?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/797124180830739546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=797124180830739546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/797124180830739546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/797124180830739546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/04/security-is-mostly-superstition.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4927687698951786830</id><published>2011-03-10T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:42:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;for you are a keeper"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4927687698951786830?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4927687698951786830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4927687698951786830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4927687698951786830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4927687698951786830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/03/stay-with-me-for-you-are-keeper.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4683787660945762475</id><published>2011-02-26T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:14:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gold snitches came by and flew away&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were clouds that were born to shape this way&lt;br /&gt;when the calm sea wind stands&lt;br /&gt;we were beautiful holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it never never never never stay the same as we want it to be&lt;br /&gt;but it never never never never sits still and freeze for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the storms wind comesby&lt;br /&gt;we tried to hold on&lt;br /&gt;but we were just mere passing clouds infatuated&lt;br /&gt;and we were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it never never never never would work out the same way as i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;so it never never never never sits still and freeze for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the storm winds comesby&lt;br /&gt;it brought away&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we're suppose to break free afterall&lt;br /&gt;and we were never meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4683787660945762475?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4683787660945762475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4683787660945762475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4683787660945762475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4683787660945762475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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deny&lt;br /&gt;there there once upon side by side under the stars we curse and sang we merry we fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we do not know yet, do we not? that one day would come, there then side by side, like poetics we would wine and dine, we would outlast the everlasting time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4218057241231858962?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4218057241231858962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4218057241231858962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4218057241231858962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4218057241231858962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-there-today-drizzle-of-sorrows-so.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-768086992880685964</id><published>2010-12-07T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T04:01:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>december delights, december delights, where the nine chimes rythme(&amp;dime) in refine line, a sign! With fine wine and lime we will dine and crime, 'cause december delights, once again ohhh december delights, our fine mind(memories) untwine and rewinds, defying time's sublime, we recombine like ideal design spine(wert?), its december delights, like oureveryother december delights, us, our friendship divine, would always shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-768086992880685964?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/768086992880685964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=768086992880685964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/768086992880685964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/768086992880685964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-delights-december-delights.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2202919106142514257</id><published>2010-09-12T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:25:53.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to be a samurai&lt;br /&gt;for glory and honor&lt;br /&gt;i take i slash&lt;br /&gt;beautiful in my own path&lt;br /&gt;classy and fabulous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2202919106142514257?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2202919106142514257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2202919106142514257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2202919106142514257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2202919106142514257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-would-like-to-be-samurai-for-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-914894091501133432</id><published>2010-09-05T04:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T04:51:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the raindrops hitting on my windows, fake sense of watery on the otherside of the glass, history repeats itself, sad casting myself being the victim once again, perhaps its not so easy to adapt, perhaps its really gonna take another 3years to embrace, i hope i would not feel pain anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-914894091501133432?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/914894091501133432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=914894091501133432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/914894091501133432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/914894091501133432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/09/raindrops-hitting-on-my-windows-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2769814670781121820</id><published>2010-09-03T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:30:02.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still very hollow. nobody besides you would everunderstand the way i am, the things i do, i air i breathe. i still feel broken no matter how much i tried not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you complete me, and you are not here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2769814670781121820?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2769814670781121820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the world is big and the world is mine&lt;br /&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt;moving on&lt;br /&gt;moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this to accomplish till end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;1. pass sem 1&lt;br /&gt;2. minimal 10% profit in stock exchange&lt;br /&gt;3. get back my 6 packs&lt;br /&gt;4. master handstand/ handstand push up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3011917547592873131?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3011917547592873131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3011917547592873131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3011917547592873131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3011917547592873131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-is-big-and-world-is-mine-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3545970120032195189</id><published>2010-08-25T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:35:17.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've abandon me&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;and i shall be&lt;br /&gt;live beneath all humanity&lt;br /&gt;you have made me become&lt;br /&gt;you changed&lt;br /&gt;so had i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3545970120032195189?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3545970120032195189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3545970120032195189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3545970120032195189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3545970120032195189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/youve-abandon-me-i-feel-ghoul-and-ghoul.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-7342276467182041192</id><published>2010-08-19T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:31:02.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th day</title><content type='html'>pain is to be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;eaten alive, not cast away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is to be absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;felt, not ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is to learn.&lt;br /&gt;meaningful, not just a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is to remind.&lt;br /&gt; memory, always there, never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is to love.&lt;br /&gt;no matter past or future, heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;pain i will bore.&lt;br /&gt;pain i will not cast away.&lt;br /&gt;pain i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;pain i will take in me.&lt;br /&gt;pain i will carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how pain is it. &lt;br /&gt;i will never forget, nor i will try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;i will carry any pain for our memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i torment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7342276467182041192?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7342276467182041192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7342276467182041192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7342276467182041192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7342276467182041192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain-is-to-be-devoured.html' title='10th day'/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4325089296305620189</id><published>2010-08-14T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:25:08.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fucking hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4325089296305620189?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4325089296305620189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4325089296305620189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4325089296305620189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4325089296305620189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-fucking-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5643997488933666641</id><published>2010-08-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:07:51.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOXEVd-Z7NE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my heart heart heart heart-breaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5643997488933666641?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5643997488933666641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5643997488933666641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5643997488933666641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5643997488933666641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-my-heart-heart-heart-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-6505272240657791650</id><published>2010-08-01T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:31:45.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i celebrated the last day of my 20th in style.&lt;br /&gt;pure love, you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;may we go on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6505272240657791650?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6505272240657791650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6505272240657791650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6505272240657791650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6505272240657791650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-celebrated-last-day-of-my-20th-in.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2316098194257641555</id><published>2010-07-24T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:29:32.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lone, is steering me insane,&lt;br /&gt;you're suppose to be here, you're not,&lt;br /&gt;does it really matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2316098194257641555?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2316098194257641555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2316098194257641555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2316098194257641555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2316098194257641555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/07/lone-does-it-really-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4319258287832894700</id><published>2010-07-23T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:20:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21st is is nothing special. no fuss or hush. only finding you that is, worth, 21 years of living celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4319258287832894700?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4319258287832894700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4319258287832894700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4319258287832894700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4319258287832894700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/07/21st-is-is-nothing-special.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2658351333196699274</id><published>2010-07-17T14:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:16:54.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friends asked me to knock up(out) a poem,&lt;br /&gt;but its hard as trying to not but to stand firm,&lt;br /&gt;we need a fire(&lt;i&gt; flaming lasso&lt;/i&gt;)lighter start, &lt;br /&gt;or its all gonna be a illuminated(&lt;i&gt;mortred&lt;/i&gt;)phantom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you not spy the rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;creepily devouring the time,&lt;br /&gt;like doom have you not neglect the(&lt;i&gt;void&lt;/i&gt;)faceless,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't oh it isn't such a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets recap and rehab,&lt;br /&gt;a poetic thinking of a rhyme, &lt;br /&gt;walking, &lt;br /&gt;when here comes the batrider, &lt;br /&gt;and it was so bright, &lt;br /&gt;which allows the seeing of a crazy assassin whom taps his shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;"hey dude you are doomed, that's why you can't stand steady"&lt;br /&gt;"oh don't worry i am the master of time"&lt;br /&gt;"walk it out then walk it out like you always did you timewalker"&lt;br /&gt;"oh it isn't such oh it isn't such a crime"&lt;br /&gt;mind blowing inception&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2658351333196699274?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2658351333196699274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2658351333196699274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2658351333196699274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2658351333196699274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friends-asked-me-to-knock-upout-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4761747811128568481</id><published>2010-07-12T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:50:26.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got no idea why are you angry. but this sucks badly seriously. fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4761747811128568481?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4761747811128568481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4761747811128568481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4761747811128568481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4761747811128568481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-no-idea-why-are-you-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-768931710493860515</id><published>2010-07-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:14:38.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>july 04. i can't really process any other thoughts now beside the fact that i love my girlfriend. thats all guys. enjoy the days left to school start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-768931710493860515?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/768931710493860515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=768931710493860515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/768931710493860515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/768931710493860515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-04.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8664059142953267244</id><published>2010-06-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:56:32.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes we all wish we're born in brazil and play football 24/7 and go on trial with boca juniors and be the top scorer and get into barca/real/man u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or we can come back home from office and watch world cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8664059142953267244?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8664059142953267244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3000572393542703968</id><published>2010-06-25T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:34:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh f friday boredom  is killing me and you are not replying at all always mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till your call, i'm gonna read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3000572393542703968?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3000572393542703968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3000572393542703968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8337400202921176753?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8337400202921176753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8337400202921176753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8337400202921176753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8337400202921176753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-so-empty-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-1818000443105041168</id><published>2010-06-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:22:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="24" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtsvvLF3p2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KtsvvLF3p2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me love me, say that you love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1818000443105041168?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1818000443105041168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1818000443105041168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1818000443105041168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1818000443105041168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-me-love-me-say-that-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-6478005133898324687</id><published>2010-06-12T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:00:39.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jgmgE-QDzA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jgmgE-QDzA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know. i fking miss you so much. i can't say my heart would be torn, because i don't think i will ever have a heart when you're really gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thought, and wished, we could grow old together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6478005133898324687?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6478005133898324687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6478005133898324687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6478005133898324687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6478005133898324687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2184966616107402533</id><published>2010-06-05T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:19:52.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chasing dreams, if i had one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2184966616107402533?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2184966616107402533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2184966616107402533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2184966616107402533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2184966616107402533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/06/what.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4858054615259608431</id><published>2010-06-01T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:53:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i refuse to give in to weak&lt;br /&gt;i will face everyday with a smile&lt;br /&gt;with you or without you&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to give in to weak&lt;br /&gt;i refuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4858054615259608431?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4858054615259608431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4858054615259608431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4858054615259608431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4858054615259608431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-refuse-to-give-in-to-weak-i-will-face.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3432124260438256721</id><published>2010-05-30T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:44:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i switch off my computer, my lights, my eyes&lt;br /&gt;only left the sound of casual wind and rotating overhead fan&lt;br /&gt;only left me versus the rest of the world in solemn&lt;br /&gt;i open my eyes and hoped you're here&lt;br /&gt;you're not&lt;br /&gt;i got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;i'm not&lt;br /&gt;you got to be here&lt;br /&gt;you're not&lt;br /&gt;i got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;you're not&lt;br /&gt;i got to be strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3432124260438256721?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3432124260438256721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3432124260438256721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3432124260438256721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3432124260438256721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-i-switch-off-my-computer-my-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5727918027529708656</id><published>2010-05-26T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:31:53.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to thank you for the past 912 days&lt;br /&gt;we accomplished too much together&lt;br /&gt;forever for life&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget&lt;br /&gt;our love is greater than any mountain&lt;br /&gt;for today i will be on without you&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb&lt;br /&gt;i have battled sorrow too many times that it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;life without you is colourless, odorless&lt;br /&gt;i am numb for our love is greater than any mountain&lt;br /&gt;for today i will be on without you&lt;br /&gt;for today i could not live on&lt;br /&gt;until our reunite, could i feel my flesh and blood and feel colour&lt;br /&gt;i am numb as our love is greather than any mountain&lt;br /&gt;i awaits your return&lt;br /&gt;to move mountain once again with our love&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget our love&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5727918027529708656?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5727918027529708656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5727918027529708656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5727918027529708656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5727918027529708656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-want-to-thank-you-for-past-912.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2193584458292437351</id><published>2010-05-24T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:22:45.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall not be weak i shall not be weak i shall not be weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise after your depart i will bloom and i will return a star and i will marry you with fireworks and sports cars and red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will print on every newspaper our name in red and font 18 and strawberry heartshapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i will die trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2193584458292437351?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2193584458292437351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2193584458292437351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2193584458292437351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2193584458292437351'/><link 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href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1831751652585167810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1831751652585167810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1831751652585167810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1831751652585167810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/906-days.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8233688304001296439</id><published>2010-05-18T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:28:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know how to live on those days when you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MP5j_Q9CZ3w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MP5j_Q9CZ3w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8233688304001296439?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8233688304001296439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8233688304001296439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8233688304001296439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8233688304001296439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-how-to-live-on-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8051960166896333892</id><published>2010-05-17T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:28:17.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heartache is when your heart twist and turn and every veins pops and ever bloodcells squashed and sour and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for me, no time for me, there is no time left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking miss you. hope you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSyVertbkTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSyVertbkTE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8051960166896333892?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8051960166896333892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8051960166896333892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8051960166896333892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8051960166896333892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3853578517833961529</id><published>2010-05-16T04:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:38:39.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today you stab me for the 4,828,310,283 time.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;because i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3853578517833961529?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5815552483116740144</id><published>2010-05-11T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:04:29.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one million is 1000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say human is classified into 12 parts&lt;br /&gt;head, chest, abdomen, lower torso, left upper arm, left lower, right upper arm, right lower, left thigh, left lower, right thigh, right lower&lt;br /&gt;that is about 83000 per section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say left lower arm is classified into 5 parts&lt;br /&gt;upper forearm, lower forearm, wrist, palm, fingers&lt;br /&gt;166000&lt;br /&gt;dividing among 5 fingers, about 3320 per finger&lt;br /&gt;now fingers have 3 section, so that makes it 1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets look closely at the top part of your forefinger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine 10 vertical lines slice it into 10 further tiny portions.&lt;br /&gt;you get 110&lt;br /&gt;so now you take that tiny 1/10 part of your top most portion of your finger,&lt;br /&gt;cut into 110 really small identical cubes in anyway you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust?&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's how we're torn into a million pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5815552483116740144?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5815552483116740144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5815552483116740144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5815552483116740144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5815552483116740144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-million-is-1000000-lets-say-human.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3527062336314531636</id><published>2010-05-07T08:24:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:29:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured life isn't prefect so when sometimes something does not happen the way it should, we should just turn our head to stare at it, then turn back to move on, not to think too much, no need to whine or upset or anger or hate, it is the way happen the way it is, we change to suit it, not that it change to suit us, there is no ideal, accept the reality, accept the cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="30"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVgAAzJNIHo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVgAAzJNIHo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="30"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3527062336314531636?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-7966098783140923752</id><published>2010-05-06T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:14:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise. no more emo post. i promise. if i vent, i veng, it is not for you. i promise. no more emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on another note, how do you expect me to forgive you anyway. i dont even wanna type it. i am so close to hating you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7966098783140923752?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7966098783140923752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7966098783140923752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7966098783140923752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7966098783140923752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4279493707902070525</id><published>2010-05-06T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:29:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god damnit. did i did something wrong again. why are you always treating me like that. this suxks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4279493707902070525?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4279493707902070525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4279493707902070525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4279493707902070525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4279493707902070525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5401378788675577218</id><published>2010-05-03T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:34:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if irritate comes with a color, it would be grey, purple, light, green, sharp blue, noisy purple, continuous yellow, repeating brown, red and red and red and red and red and red and red and red and red and red and red, oh did i mention purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. feeling down again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5401378788675577218?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5401378788675577218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5401378788675577218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5401378788675577218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5401378788675577218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-irritating-comes-with-color-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5455100636360887620</id><published>2010-05-02T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:40:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh i hope you remember to upload the photos and add/update your profile pic haha!&lt;br /&gt;(high chance that you will forget again, &lt;-- hint reminder)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5455100636360887620?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5455100636360887620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5455100636360887620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5455100636360887620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5455100636360887620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/05/eh-i-hope-you-rmb-to-upload-photos-and.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8766950846351452277</id><published>2010-04-29T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:47:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7R91lbb5sc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7R91lbb5sc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare everyday a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least untill 28th may...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8766950846351452277?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8766950846351452277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8766950846351452277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8766950846351452277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8766950846351452277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-declare-everyday-happy-day-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5824127321541996885</id><published>2010-04-25T00:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:06:17.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am at the lowest point of my life. i am dying. i need an angel to pull out my soul. give me wings so i can fly back to you. every bloodcell in my veins are screaming. my pain unbearable. every noise and breath i sense is a torture. i was left a hole in my heart. i am at the lowest point of my life. i am dying. i am pried into thousand pieces.  raided by millions of bullets. ripped in infinity hell. ruptured beyond recognition. i am fucked up. fucked up beyond who you know i am, what i will do. someone save me. i need wings to fly back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5824127321541996885?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5824127321541996885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5824127321541996885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5824127321541996885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5824127321541996885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-care-in-whatever-you-do-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3962260856843386766</id><published>2010-04-24T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:22:13.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recalling an old song from local artist adu, really like the intro/chorus guitar strings. may-heps not an appeal to most of you, but definitely an absolute classic to tune to, anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdejlZhnGrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdejlZhnGrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="192.5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3962260856843386766?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8353871646465896335</id><published>2010-04-19T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:00:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kick ass the movie was just amazing, humorous, dark, touching, way cool, classical, arty literature, even better than dark knight/inglorious bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prehaps the best film i ever watch, god dammit i love the night vision FPS shoots when hitgirl recues her dad.&lt;br /&gt; "KYRTONITE GIRL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 star out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8353871646465896335?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-7720286342231447389</id><published>2010-04-16T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:33:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not gonna make it on time 50 laps. i only did 14 today, thats 12+14 = 26 and i am only left with 2 days (which both i would unmistakely sleep exceedingly belated and stay out till morning-nigh. i'm disappointed with myself and the would-never-suspense crying cloud. mofo waste my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7720286342231447389?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7720286342231447389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-667429070805054100</id><published>2010-04-14T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:34:40.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish you're here now but i can't tell you cause even if i told you you wont be here so what's the point i just wish you're here :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-667429070805054100?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/667429070805054100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=667429070805054100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MMoZjlVqe6w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MMoZjlVqe6w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise myself 50laps/week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3470825588014374172?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3470825588014374172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3470825588014374172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3470825588014374172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3470825588014374172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-there-be-love.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4480355157836889387</id><published>2010-04-12T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:16:35.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you realise how fragile humans are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4480355157836889387?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4480355157836889387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4480355157836889387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4480355157836889387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4480355157836889387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-you-realise-how-fragile-humans-are.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8129543823153125667</id><published>2010-04-11T00:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:14:04.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;All, and forever yours, truly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime my eyes full of innocence&lt;br /&gt;my heart of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my heart broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how sick &lt;br /&gt;kick me away&lt;br /&gt;ignored, vulgate, abandon&lt;br /&gt;own individual honor or high pride&lt;br /&gt;this is my love for you&lt;br /&gt;even if you keep breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;continue tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;till my last breath&lt;br /&gt;i'll hurry back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8129543823153125667?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8129543823153125667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8129543823153125667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8129543823153125667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8129543823153125667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-your-puppy-kept-getting-thrown.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-1474500393869392597</id><published>2010-04-10T00:25:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:20:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;birth &amp; left neverending toment, absence, absence, absence &amp; toment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;based one-sided, bias, unedited, absolutely selfish, my view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;disappearing, missing, uncontactable&lt;br /&gt;occurs way too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there left, you care?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so down and you don't know and you don't bother,&lt;br /&gt;to you, there are just other things more (important to care to effort to attend on)&lt;br /&gt;is all that you're working now for worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're losing me, and i to you, godddamit, hadn't you realise&lt;br /&gt;your void and constant absence in my life is deadly&lt;br /&gt;every since i waited, waited&lt;br /&gt;why aint you there when i need you? you couldn't? or you choose not to?&lt;br /&gt;why always, you could you not stood by me, i'm always waiting and waiting, promised an end to all these which always leads to neverending toment?&lt;br /&gt;how long/much more? please stop this, can't you see there's not much time remain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had the choice, you made your choice&lt;br /&gt;is there left, you care?&lt;br /&gt;where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aqualung- brighter than sunshine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood before &lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was for &lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore &lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being happy even when you're sad, being happy even when you're angry, &lt;br /&gt;smiling beyond horizon and glimmering white teeth&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;only by being happy, contaminate happy spreads to everyone around  &lt;br /&gt;only by being happy, bring, make, live on a world that's a better place&lt;br /&gt;only by being happy, others would revolve in joy and dance and songs, &lt;br /&gt;only by being happy, slowly inch, affection to everyone around you, and eventually to you&lt;br /&gt;only by being happy, being happy even when i'm sad, being happy, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;black eyed peas - where is the love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you never know love &lt;br /&gt;Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love y'all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say. life still goes on. there's nothing i can do about it. there's only reflects to be thought, circles to be draw, colours to be heard. life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1474500393869392597?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1474500393869392597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1474500393869392597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1474500393869392597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1474500393869392597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-were-you-disappearing-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-1265222223886654025</id><published>2010-04-06T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:22:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;phrases&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure" - row&lt;br /&gt;2.)"when all is lost, all is left to gain" - deb&lt;br /&gt;3.)"Self-Awareness is a farking(fucking) painful process" - solo&lt;br /&gt;4.)"I think its cooler to drink from bottles than cans, ignore me." - ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would we ignore a display of self-awareness, wit, all is left to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1265222223886654025?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1265222223886654025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1265222223886654025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1265222223886654025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1265222223886654025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/phrases-1.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5182572613339121591</id><published>2010-04-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:12:12.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP 12 POINTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5182572613339121591?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5182572613339121591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5182572613339121591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5182572613339121591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5182572613339121591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8989334892680096580</id><published>2010-04-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:39:29.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, please bless me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8989334892680096580?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8989334892680096580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8989334892680096580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8989334892680096580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8989334892680096580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-please-bless-me-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-1530999290271926673</id><published>2010-04-04T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:36:11.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inadequate hour hands' procurable (bring about) our allocate (to allow) of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not just due society/culture/environment/beliefs/everyone.else says its 24 hours a day, its 24 hours a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1530999290271926673?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1530999290271926673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1530999290271926673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1530999290271926673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1530999290271926673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/04/inadequate-hour-hands-procurable-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-1669444645860052157</id><published>2010-03-31T00:02:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:24:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.)On perils of death&lt;br /&gt;grasping our last breath&lt;br /&gt;we reborn&lt;br /&gt;we are butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.)Existence, is a beginning of shortened life&lt;br /&gt;frenzy, is a temporary madness&lt;br /&gt;and love, is an existing frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.)"&lt;i&gt;i dull in comparison, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some parts that gleam and shimmer will not be muted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will grit my teeth and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a dream.&lt;/i&gt;" -deb 29/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.)i too, will be a dream(perhaps with love like butterflies).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-1669444645860052157?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/1669444645860052157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=1669444645860052157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1669444645860052157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/1669444645860052157'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6935479831925732923?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6935479831925732923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6935479831925732923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6935479831925732923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6935479831925732923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-9150122111069774791</id><published>2010-03-20T04:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:44:12.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i needed you so much right now, and yet the very reason i needed you is that you can't be needed by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-9150122111069774791?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/9150122111069774791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=9150122111069774791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7221915907256150158?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7221915907256150158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7221915907256150158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7221915907256150158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7221915907256150158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/03/contradict-all-my-friends-preferred.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HD6HzVNp8_o/S6D60jCT-cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SIZn_loXjok/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2154374167770300063</id><published>2010-03-15T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:39:55.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phrases i came across today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;interworld&lt;/i&gt;(neil gaiman)&lt;br /&gt;1.) black light - rays  of obsidian, flashbulb going off in negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) he sighed. it was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. the kind of sigh you could picture god heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&amp;R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;1.) Nature vs Society. Instinct vs Law. Impulse vs Rationale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solomon&lt;br /&gt;1.) Mondays suck as bad as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel&lt;br /&gt;1.) We gotta stop playin this song and move on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly note that elwin's barca jersey looks really good on him, and here's an emo song for everyone. monday blues indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212.5" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft4JRP67mGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft4JRP67mGA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212.5" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2154374167770300063?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2154374167770300063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2154374167770300063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2154374167770300063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2154374167770300063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/03/phrases-i-came-across-today-interworld.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3701006909173958696</id><published>2010-03-07T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:37:57.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm had been so bad that even the lovely-ist person deny good in me. i'm sorry. i'll be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3701006909173958696?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3701006909173958696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3701006909173958696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3701006909173958696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3701006909173958696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-had-been-so-bad-that-even-lovely-ist.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-49086321623554965</id><published>2010-03-01T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:43:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you see, the real world is like that, out there, you get to your choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my upbringing had been a focus alot in moral and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's only one pizza slice on the table and there's another guy and i who wanted it, i probably would let him have it, because that's morally wellbeing and good value, not like i will die without one pizza slice, but thats just waiting to get devour in the competitive real world, its like that and we have to get wiser from our choice. grab that fking pizza dude. he'll probably let you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-49086321623554965?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/49086321623554965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=49086321623554965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe, with pointy fingers,&lt;br /&gt;counting the number of stars, counting;&lt;br /&gt;you turn and look into my eye and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you play your part, i play your heart&lt;br /&gt;lets us run away, to neverending&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken dreams&lt;br /&gt;dark shattered themes&lt;br /&gt;the cease of sound and pause of speech&lt;br /&gt;it'll never come if&lt;br /&gt;i play my part, you play my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fond, trust, love&lt;br /&gt;lets have each other's heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-9152893952683087751?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/9152893952683087751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=9152893952683087751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/9152893952683087751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/9152893952683087751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-whisper-to-spider-and-ill-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8598813321374148972</id><published>2010-02-23T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:12:48.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if one day you wake up and you found out you can morph into any animal, what animal would you become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone, everyone had this fantasy and actually thought about it carefully and very seriously when we were kids, we would think with careful common sense and superb plan what animal we would actually become, what would we do(good&amp;evil), although knowing in full sense we would never become an animal, we would still carefully plan and choose what to be, to weight each and every's benefit and see which animal would be the most powerful and most suitable, even in the knowledge of knowing it will never come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still think of such now? most of us don't, the sad fact, responsibility and burden of reality just cease our imagination and creativity, the roots of tomorrow, we tend not to think of the impossible, and that makes us very gloomy people, even if not kids anymore, we should take a time off and dream seriously about the unimaginable and would never come true stuff and think about what would we become, if given morphing power, what animal would you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to morph into a eagle, or a pheonix, and you know why because you had been before came across it as a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8598813321374148972?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8598813321374148972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8598813321374148972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8598813321374148972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8598813321374148972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-you-found.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8164778863157169739</id><published>2010-02-21T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:57:27.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote:&lt;br /&gt;"The money-based system evolved centuries ago. All of the world's economic systems - socialism, communism, fascism, and even the vaunted free enterprise system - perpetuate social stratification, elitism, nationalism, and racism, primarily based on economic disparity. As long as a social system uses money or barter, people and nations will seek to maintain the economic competitive edge or, if they cannot do so by means of commerce they will by military intervention. We still utilize these same outmoded methods."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8164778863157169739?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8164778863157169739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8164778863157169739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8164778863157169739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8164778863157169739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-money-based-system-evolved.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-5710120415070824401</id><published>2010-02-17T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:44:56.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a professional today.&lt;br /&gt;lets keep myself being the top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so many things to learn and catch up from the naturals. they're so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5710120415070824401?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5710120415070824401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5710120415070824401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5710120415070824401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5710120415070824401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-professional-today.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4251751086256001087</id><published>2010-02-07T02:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:01:26.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my love, is making sure your happiness&lt;br /&gt;for the times i don't, i made you down, dishonoured love,&lt;br /&gt;i pent and i swear&lt;br /&gt;to love, for your happiness,&lt;br /&gt;from now on, at all cost, i promise you&lt;br /&gt;lets create our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4251751086256001087?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4251751086256001087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4251751086256001087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4251751086256001087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4251751086256001087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-to-ensure-your-happiness-for.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2591790399372523603</id><published>2010-02-04T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:50:25.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a: fucking loop, break me free&lt;br /&gt;b: never, ever stop running&lt;br /&gt;c: i'm mad for you and i&lt;br /&gt;d: when you're too young and you look back and think too much.&lt;br /&gt;e: do join me when you are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.&lt;/i&gt; - Gore Vidal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2591790399372523603?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2591790399372523603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2591790399372523603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2591790399372523603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2591790399372523603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/02/fucking-loop.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-6976720865825173063</id><published>2010-02-02T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:49:52.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We're still here&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;Its like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through timeless words and priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly like birds not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But thats no concern when we're wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deb 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6976720865825173063?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6976720865825173063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6976720865825173063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6976720865825173063'/><link rel='self' 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sunset,&lt;br /&gt;its a sad day to rain, pieces strings together, the highway far away seems to turn, the lights flickering, and everything, everything's down for the day,&lt;br /&gt;its a sad day to rain, just blank stares staring blank.&lt;br /&gt;its a sad a day to rain, for there's nothing left and nothing to say, i could only just grin, a gloomy grin, a hopeless grin, left nothing but a grin.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prefer a sad day to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212.5" height="122"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzTsch6Z1og&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzTsch6Z1og&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212.5" height="122"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where everything, everything but everything is over,&lt;br /&gt;everything could be everything if only we were older"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-7213202426306685064?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/7213202426306685064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=7213202426306685064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7213202426306685064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/7213202426306685064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/01/fucking-simi-lj-knnbcb.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8301652621505170386</id><published>2010-01-25T22:46:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:38:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dancing with you, dancing with you, dancing with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm dancing with you, dancing with you, dancing with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm dancing with you, dancing with you, dancing with you,&lt;br /&gt;the soft drizzle snow, the golden leafs, the radiant moon,&lt;br /&gt;i'm dancing with you, dancing with you, dancing with you,&lt;br /&gt;everyday, everyday, everyday, there in my dreams, my dreams, my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dancing with you, dancing with you, dancing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212.5" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmCpOKtN8ME&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmCpOKtN8ME&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="212.5" height="172"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're floating on, please don't drift away,&lt;br /&gt;like red, you left me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs95QrCOvng&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs95QrCOvng&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8301652621505170386?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8301652621505170386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8301652621505170386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8301652621505170386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8301652621505170386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-my-hair_25.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2377971463109692702</id><published>2010-01-21T13:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:18:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;please provide me more information so i can escalade your fellow friends to further friends and i shall stop listening to luke doucet, which reminds me of glen duncen, author of i, lucifer, whom deb recommended me so much about 2 years ago, i wonder how's her new short hair. it was a great book, excellent style with berserk,witty plot and a total fresh degree of selfexpression and new stand of religion- from the point of view of the devil, who else but glen duncan, it made me understood the difference in believing the existence of god with believing in god. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out lately i like to talk about rabbits, its not that it got something to do with microsoft, and zach's sleeping agian, and someone said i looked like a rainbow, and that made me happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for today, i'll show you luke doucet's "i wish i was an americian", and man man's rabbit habits".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212.5" height="172"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wqs2xfo-3Eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wqs2xfo-3Eg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>if tomorrow's the day the sun(s) stop spinning, coal stop shining, summers stop snowing and there's nothing i can do about it, i'll put on my smile and pray the world's not like that. everything, everything we want to happen doesn't happen like that so i paint it, i sing it, i smith it into golden winged butterflies, a dazzle rain world which sun(s) spin, coals shine, and summers snow, oh so beautiful, so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's your summer and when's your snow.&lt;br /&gt;its just so beautiful so beautiful, riding on my everylasting dove shay; absolute fluffy and may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6875042009165432512?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6875042009165432512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6875042009165432512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6875042009165432512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6875042009165432512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-tomorrows-day-suns-stop-spinning.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-6463939262526211165</id><published>2010-01-17T04:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:12:15.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although i admit it is a total waste of saturday, i would still love to waste everdayday and anyday like today again. with you guys, its life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6463939262526211165?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6463939262526211165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6463939262526211165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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shit, same happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulop lets sharpen our spears&lt;br /&gt;we fray on till we pop their ears&lt;br /&gt;pop pop pop it goes as we march&lt;br /&gt;from all-sides bristlebacks and rears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-944655179103389062?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/944655179103389062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=944655179103389062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/944655179103389062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/944655179103389062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/01/ulop-lets-sharpen-our-spears-we-chant.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2521379459901337372</id><published>2010-01-01T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:03:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck off 2009</title><content type='html'>finally very much glad 2009 is over.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i'm not gonna type shit reflection or new year resolutions or plan anyshit this time cause 2009 is such a loathed annual that it would be eliminated and discard.&lt;br /&gt;what a abominate year. fuck you 2009, thank you and fuck off 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to a more civilize self, i wish all a fresh start and do embrace 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2521379459901337372?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2521379459901337372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2521379459901337372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2521379459901337372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2521379459901337372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-very-much-glad-2009-is-over.html' title='fuck off 2009'/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-8719297935561098752</id><published>2009-12-29T02:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:57:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night nigh</title><content type='html'>if archangel comes around one day and gives you a pick:&lt;br /&gt;a.) now starts your last hour and you'll be on ride to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;b.) live through a century with all your love ones and all of you having attain true happiness, but hell's what ensuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you saint enough for heaven to shun everything mortal?&lt;br /&gt;there's too many definitions.&lt;br /&gt;and unlike tales,&lt;br /&gt;stars do not shine forever.&lt;br /&gt;they fade, they disappear, they cease, they evanesce.&lt;br /&gt;their source of light degens(degenerates), decompose, &amp; eventually a self-destruct to eternal blackhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prehaps void is only truly feared when nigh.&lt;br /&gt;make your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-8719297935561098752?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/8719297935561098752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=8719297935561098752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8719297935561098752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/8719297935561098752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/night-nigh.html' title='night nigh'/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4776879549463889784</id><published>2009-12-24T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:20:30.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="106" height="86"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAoABuJS1MA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAoABuJS1MA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="106" height="86"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="106" height="86"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5Xef--ioXc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5Xef--ioXc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="106" height="86"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, good old merry christmas for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4776879549463889784?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4776879549463889784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4776879549463889784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4776879549463889784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4776879549463889784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-way-good-old-merry-christmas-for.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-6444832837923244707</id><published>2009-12-22T01:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:41:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>idk why would i still desire to get my whole ear peirced, in due respect, a consultation turned semi-heated talk which my old man suggests its for perosnnal who are in lack of self-confidence, an ugly method to allow them to outstand, what matters rather is our innerself instead, and also it doesnt grant a polite future(quote: where's the value-added?). i argue in the sake of art, democracy and self-expression, but what art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this being an form of art? maybe in fear(near) future till the day where we could see more picasso tatoos than demon tatoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i still very much admire double rim/helix piercings.&lt;br /&gt;contradict, think like 21, talk like 21, act like 21.&lt;br /&gt;we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-6444832837923244707?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/6444832837923244707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=6444832837923244707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6444832837923244707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/6444832837923244707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/idk-why-would-i-still-desire-to-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4588489230023402324</id><published>2009-12-21T01:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:40:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in upcoming 2010, i would turn 21, on having recently read prisoner of birth, which was a splendid book with nifty dialogue, i would like adopt an alike saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think like 21, talk like 21, act like 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baan luck. huat ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4588489230023402324?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4588489230023402324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4588489230023402324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4588489230023402324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4588489230023402324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-upcoming-2010-i-would-turn-21-on.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-3373699447485913438</id><published>2009-12-16T01:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:06:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>posting from KL,&lt;br /&gt;my friend (rather, her sister) gothold of some outstanding deals for fujifilm instanx mini 7 &amp; 55is, (however not so outstanding for dudes who frequent online shops and speculate/deal with this market for several admirable period of time, which would rephrase my outstanding as a hard-to-find but just only another better-well-off deal in expected prize zone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's up for some grab(s)? google the item up, it kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my dad's KL apartment got a glass window which allows me to address good day to the twin towers every morning( as my old man delightedly reminded me the majestic view several times), which invoke a second outstanding for my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-3373699447485913438?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/3373699447485913438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=3373699447485913438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3373699447485913438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/3373699447485913438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/posting-from-kl-my-friend-rather-her.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-4602911392071265422</id><published>2009-12-13T22:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:56:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fate is playing chess,&lt;br /&gt;but never fair, getting two moves ahead, double when you get one.&lt;br /&gt;it likes to snack your pawn, smite your bishop, gnaw your queen,&lt;br /&gt;at best to wait till every piece's polished, glittering, shining truly, then pounce like hunting cats, paw-ing in everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but queer, fate never likes to checkmate,&lt;br /&gt;for(you) to breathe on and tell tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;isn't December suppose to be the month of magic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-4602911392071265422?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/4602911392071265422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=4602911392071265422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4602911392071265422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/4602911392071265422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/12/fate-likes-playing-chess-but-it-always.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2549950225984970742</id><published>2009-11-03T14:02:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:53:36.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes manytimes we like to point out, remind, infer, judge, deduce, even speculate other's mistake but however had totally no cognizance about ourselves'. our eyes are like mirrors, it could never look inside itself. break it, you'll realise we are nothing but plain grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be seems, but nobody's a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note: (on louder its slightly soft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdwKXcvJMQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdwKXcvJMQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2549950225984970742?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2549950225984970742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only either not to be, or to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second is never enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-5283824661998792510?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/5283824661998792510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=5283824661998792510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5283824661998792510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/5283824661998792510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-only-either-not-to-be-or-to-be-best.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/54/85/3945845/632129284l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186691.post-2091966120196118736</id><published>2009-10-30T04:30:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:23:29.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.)click picture to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;2.)the white dove do not have nine lives, hence the whip.&lt;br /&gt;3.)99% of reality is either scenario 4a or 4b.&lt;br /&gt;4.)people cease dining shark fins to save sharks, practice recycling to save trees, would you take a step back for absolute peace, to save mankind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7186691-2091966120196118736?l=dotx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/feeds/2091966120196118736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7186691&amp;postID=2091966120196118736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2091966120196118736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7186691/posts/default/2091966120196118736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotx.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>constantine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12333752574990616446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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