<?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-4814993624746811454</id><updated>2011-10-01T08:29:01.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts.. my world..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-5057403661152590583</id><published>2011-02-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:35:01.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had receded into d inner recesses of my mind sum day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then somehow i lost the way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And also the will..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;May be i lacked d desire.. or just d skill..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;M now just a shadow of  the past..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost.. distorted.. distant.. n dark..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunless smiles.. fading blood smears..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moderate hatred.. logical fears..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words fail to reach it.. pain to penetrate..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this reason to cry out loud? or to celebrate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird that even in this oblivious stupor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can feel your jagged warm breath??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will this result in her re-birth or d final death!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is your love potent enuf to heal .. to revive??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;True enuf to bring d  specter back to light.. to love.. to life??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-5057403661152590583?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/5057403661152590583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-receded-into-d-inner-recesses-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/5057403661152590583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/5057403661152590583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-receded-into-d-inner-recesses-of-my.html' title='The Shadow!'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-4612389137267118194</id><published>2011-01-03T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:43:13.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix note_content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2010..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of dreams..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;some realized.. some shattered!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of  promises..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;some fulfilled.. some broken n battered!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;both lost.. n new!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of words..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;spoken.. unspoken..  false.. some true!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of hope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes dead.. sometimes unfailing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year of faith..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes deep-rooted.. sometimes ailing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of learning.. pain.. growth.. n lessons..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of yearning.. longing.. separations.. obsessions.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of light.. darkness.. secrets.. n confessions..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of miles.. distance.. of bridging gaps..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of myriad colors.. of grays.. n blacks..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of anxiety.. malady.. agony.. resilience..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of  trials n tribulations.. achievement.. n experience..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of tranquility..solitude..lassitude..n flames..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of flesh.. blood.. bones.. n names..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;of friendly strangers.. n strange friends..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year that's gone.. yet one that never ends..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year which over time n space transcends..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-4612389137267118194?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-2337841114357800003</id><published>2010-06-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:40:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Waiting eagerly 4 d sun 2 set.. 4 darkness 2 alight..&lt;br /&gt;Bt these damn tears.. seem to glisten even more at night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-2337841114357800003?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-376887298865747537</id><published>2010-05-16T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:38:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do u sometimes feel something gnawing at your heart??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes suddenly find your world falling apart??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes think midnight is an early hour to sleep??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes struggle to keep at bay d confusions deep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u have 2 try hard 2 keep sum part of u alive??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes feel d pain's too much.. tonight u won't survive??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes wonder how u  of all cud bear so much pain??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes try not to try again n again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes wake up with a tear in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; half-closed eyes??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes now forget to swallow hard wen sum1 lies??&lt;br /&gt;Do u sometimes realize that u don't feel d raindrops anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do u sometimes realize that it's being yourself that you most ignore??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-7039988288538135325</id><published>2010-03-30T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:38:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transformations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate to see d change&lt;br /&gt;bt whom m i to blame?&lt;br /&gt;u? me? thousand others?&lt;br /&gt;hey who cares? no one bothers!&lt;br /&gt;life moves on.. fast-paced.. glides!&lt;br /&gt;trips sumtimes ovr d lies..&lt;br /&gt;d smile's more frequent.. more plastic..&lt;br /&gt;days pass.. nights.. nthng drastic..&lt;br /&gt;u've canged.. n so hv i..&lt;br /&gt;bt sumtimes.. jst sumtimes.. rarely..&lt;br /&gt;i still do cry..&lt;br /&gt;m still tryng to figure out..&lt;br /&gt;wen exactly we bid good bye..&lt;br /&gt;it's all different now.. 4 good or bad??&lt;br /&gt;nah! m nt dat happy.. n obv nt dat sad..&lt;br /&gt;hey! thr's no tracing back.. no about turn..&lt;br /&gt;dis new so-called life.. hs jst begun!&lt;br /&gt;feel d flow.. if u do still feel at all..&lt;br /&gt;m too numb.. aftr d glorious fall..&lt;br /&gt;silence hurts.. words scare..&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i knw.. nthng's evr fair!&lt;br /&gt;jst dat sum1 sumtime&lt;br /&gt;cud hv jst once cried out "beware"&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. bunk it! like all things i do..&lt;br /&gt;not dat thr ws more i cud.. true..&lt;br /&gt;well m nt evn sure whethr i wud want to..&lt;br /&gt;so?! quit d thots.. wid time lets jst glide..&lt;br /&gt;lets njoy (atleast try to) life's uneven ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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thing!!&lt;br /&gt;having no choice is also a better option!! u think.. really??!!&lt;br /&gt;Really!!&lt;br /&gt;its hell lot tougher to know what u cud have got..&lt;br /&gt;what you knew you deserved.. bt lost coz of 1 wrong decision!&lt;br /&gt;1 mistake.. n whosshhhh!!! d pleasant option is lost..&lt;br /&gt;n u end up wid sthng u detest..&lt;br /&gt;what more u r engulfed by d worst feeling possible.. REGRET!!&lt;br /&gt;i wish.. i could.. i should have.. shit.. how could i?&lt;br /&gt;all of no avail!!&lt;br /&gt;all u r left with is ur Choice!!&lt;br /&gt;rite or wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;ur bloody choice!!&lt;br /&gt;n a stinging.. burning sensation..&lt;br /&gt;n ur stomach feels empty.. hollow..&lt;br /&gt;n u don't rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;nt till u've decided again!! (may b)&lt;br /&gt;cheesy?? bt true.. ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-8213840216421408907?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/8213840216421408907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-roads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/8213840216421408907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/8213840216421408907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-roads.html' title='cross roads..'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-1196944124092128506</id><published>2010-03-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:05:50.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all smiles.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nthng complicated.... nthng much.. nthng new or xciting..&lt;br /&gt;jst dat.. hd a nice day ystrday..&lt;br /&gt;4 no reason..&lt;br /&gt;still smiling!!!!! :)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-1196944124092128506?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/1196944124092128506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/1196944124092128506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/1196944124092128506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-smiles.html' title='all smiles.......'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-8957591222819884244</id><published>2010-02-27T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:31:16.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.. rarely.. hardly.. yet sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sumtimes.. u r jst happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a lil stupid coz dere's no reason to smile.. bt den isn't dat reason enuf?? n is it always necessary to hv a reason 4 evry lil thing?? c'mon u need dis.. n u deserve dis.. once in a while.. a silly lil smile.. without rhyme or reason.. a smile.. pure.. n divine..&lt;br /&gt;makes things simple.. or may b complicated.. once u begin to ponder!! so, jst let it be.. who cares??&lt;br /&gt;let d world.. d ppl.. d music.. d words.. d deeds.. d rationale b..&lt;br /&gt;jst smile.. dis moment, dis happiness, dis joy, dis smile.. is only urs..&lt;br /&gt;njoy ur command.. feel d warmth.. n dnt u dare think.. dnt u evn try to hold on to it..&lt;br /&gt;transitory.. yes.. it is.. n dats y it's so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;dnt b scared.. let go.. jst b urself.. evn if it's for such few moments as dese..&lt;br /&gt;wen.. U r simply U..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-8957591222819884244?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/8957591222819884244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/sumtimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/8957591222819884244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/8957591222819884244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/sumtimes.html' title='sometimes.. rarely.. hardly.. yet sometimes..'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-9211281311356400199</id><published>2010-02-22T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:13:40.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not now.. plz.. n nt again?!</title><content type='html'>jst wen u thnk dat things r fine.. things r as u want them to b.. jst wen u re-read a sentence, smile n lift ur pen to add d dot (.) LIFE adds a comma (,) n u r expected to add moments, minutes, memories n words..&lt;br /&gt;it's disgusting.. u cry out "it's nt fair"&lt;br /&gt;bt then Life nvr is.. (n all fair things r so predictable, dry n boring!!)&lt;br /&gt;bt den wat bothers u most is dat it's scary..&lt;br /&gt;n hence u dnt wanna think abt it.. coz it sure gives u a fright.. dis realization.. dat U..&lt;br /&gt;U who hd completely different plans.. U who hd worked so hard..&lt;br /&gt;U who hd loved so much.. U who hd thot dat U hd nw grown strong enuf to let go..&lt;br /&gt;U who hd learnt to dream, plan n execute..&lt;br /&gt;hd some how forgotten to think abt failures.. had forgotten abt destiny.. d bigger power.. good or bad.. dunno.. bt defintely bigger!!&lt;br /&gt;n hence change - deviation 4m wat u'd thot, wished, prayed for, hd nearly got.. gives u a shock.. to say d least..&lt;br /&gt;r U angry or hurt?&lt;br /&gt;is it anger or despair?&lt;br /&gt;or simply excruciating pain? or r U numbed by disbelief?&lt;br /&gt;1 more sleepless night? jst wen u wer thnking of curling up.. n divine sleep!&lt;br /&gt;U hate it.. rite? n so do i.. Bt who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;dis is d thought wic haunts u late at nite..&lt;br /&gt;wic disturbs u in d morning, evn b4 u open ur eyes..&lt;br /&gt;y me? y cudn't it b d othr way round? hw cud dis happen?&lt;br /&gt;hate dese adamant hows n whys..&lt;br /&gt;take up a lot of time.. n nvr tend to leave an answer wic makes sense..&lt;br /&gt;bt then.. it's morning.. n it's brighter.. n ur nt scared anymore.. u love d light.. d fresh air.. d warmth.. d birds too (depends)..&lt;br /&gt;u think afresh.. plan.. dream.. write another prayer..&lt;br /&gt;bt d night leaves u disillusioned yet again..&lt;br /&gt;y do v dream, wish, plan, pray again n again?&lt;br /&gt;to feel d scattered shards cutting into d thin layers.. of skin n consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;to feel d warm blood wen d darkness runs a chill down our spine?&lt;br /&gt;No.. i guess not..&lt;br /&gt;its wat v call innate, natural, human..&lt;br /&gt;silly?! yup.. may b.. dunno.. yes.. sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;or is dis wat we call Faith?!&lt;br /&gt;intangible.. invincible!&lt;br /&gt;d Bigger Power?!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-9211281311356400199?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/9211281311356400199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/jst-wen-u-thnk-dat-things-r-fine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/9211281311356400199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/9211281311356400199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/jst-wen-u-thnk-dat-things-r-fine.html' title='not now.. plz.. n nt again?!'/><author><name>d narcissist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08292662191767574589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LeYZNuDf4s/S49jv6Yw0gI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xfl8bsPAZfM/S220/DSC03644.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814993624746811454.post-4577046528829091312</id><published>2010-02-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:57:39.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings..</title><content type='html'>beginnings r always difficult..&lt;br /&gt;mean.. dunno wer to begin with.. how do u start a conversation.. a journey.. a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;endings r bitter, abrupt.. bt beginnings r more difficult.. some how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4814993624746811454-4577046528829091312?l=retrospectiveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/feeds/4577046528829091312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginnings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/4577046528829091312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4814993624746811454/posts/default/4577046528829091312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retrospectiveme.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginnings.html' title='beginnings..'/><author><name>d 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