<?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-10153225</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:03:44.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e DEMON in me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-3683278662466336056</id><published>2010-03-14T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:48:12.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i guess i just been too lazy to blog nowadays &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with now life seems like a wheel months &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ago the beat was born giving new look at life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;part of my dream has finally came true &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got a crew now who i know has my back and i have &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;theirs but like i said life is like a wheel karma &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;flows it through it hmmm what is really happening &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;outside is jsut how it is i know this does not make sense &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to most but i just saying whats in my mind well &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;here is an update a few of my dreams has come true &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;now i need to work on the rest getting through ns and all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have the direction now i have to keep moving towards it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love is back in my life and i am getting better in the mind department &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;jsut afew more adjustments and it will be ok for now &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i will take things one at a time for now life is &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wheel and i guess it will happen when ur patient with it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;like the wheel sometimes ur up and other times ur down &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we have to be patient with what is going to happen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;or has happened this is my thoughs and a mind which is crazy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and of sort.........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-3683278662466336056?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/3683278662466336056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=3683278662466336056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3683278662466336056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3683278662466336056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-guess-i-just-been-too-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-1489386867248843665</id><published>2009-09-05T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:10:17.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to tell the truth i actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel very lost very dejected in life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i donnoe where i stand in my love life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;single or just loved? or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some ask me why smoke but do they really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;understand what is happening in my mind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how really confused i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i am jsut running away from reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;running from the fact that life is just not that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;easy as i though it was 10years ago &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just feel incomplete very incomplete &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very dead and empty i pray everynight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for even a small point to show me where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should be goin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which direction should i be moving?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh lord i lean on u for this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have given u my all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont noe what to do anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nicotine and the alcohol can do just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that much to help me forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of this pain and suffering from my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind and the burdened heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lean to u to show me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which one and where for me to go.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-1489386867248843665?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1489386867248843665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=1489386867248843665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/1489386867248843665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/1489386867248843665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-tell-truth-i-actually-feel-very-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-4343330875777463459</id><published>2009-04-15T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:25:21.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;looking at the dark sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the hours goes by noticing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lonely star just shining on its &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;own really sometimes just tells me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that somewhere out there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is another person looking at that same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;star look at its beauty in the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;although surrounded by all the darkness within &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its reach it still shine through just like how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much this world is changing for the better or worst &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we us as people as individuals just have to shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;through it shine like that lone star &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shine through all the troubles you have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and look foward to what ur goin to face with a shine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hope....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-4343330875777463459?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4343330875777463459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=4343330875777463459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4343330875777463459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4343330875777463459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-at-dark-sky-as-hours-goes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-5302983550455251426</id><published>2009-04-02T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:48:25.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the days and nights goes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the days turns to weeks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and weeks turn to months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just realising how defining it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to be alone is so natural &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me now it is so usual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just waking up in the morning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone no one there to walk up to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems so indifferent to me now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never did took another relationship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with another half seriously after ASM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there is something inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that just wants to love again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that just wants to have that feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of having someone close to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that side sometimes just makes me feel crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes me wanting to kill myself  slowly with nicotine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just drink my liver to death &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then there is the other side of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is in peace that i can finally and slowly be myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the streets i use to try not be different but now i dont &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;care i just do what i think is right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking around aimlessly not caring what others think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is who i really am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is who i will always be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is the real me........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5302983550455251426?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5302983550455251426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5302983550455251426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5302983550455251426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5302983550455251426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-days-and-nights-goes-as-days-turns.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-8501350179660289552</id><published>2009-02-18T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:08:40.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was listening to a few songs i would never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;though i would ever listen to in my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a song that really showed how empty my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really is now sometimes i wonder what am i really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing walking around like a zombie just listening to music &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanging out alone i wonder what is that missing piece &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i am looking for what is making my life feel so restless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel so hollow and empty what is that missing piece of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;puzzle 2009 is so brand new now maybe i just donnoe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what to expect anymore as anything is possible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008 has come and gone leaveing a part of me in a very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big mess and a lot of unexplained happenings in my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe this is gods way of saying i have much more ot learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much more to fight for and much more to care for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what is it? Maybe this is my path for 2009 finding the new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meanings in life the new treasures in my life i never did got the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chance to say good bye to 2008 in a proper way maybe it is time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-8501350179660289552?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/8501350179660289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=8501350179660289552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really helps to show you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really ar what ur really here to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in life cause maybe i am sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confused who i really am sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need that boost to help me remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who i am what i can really do in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life what i really want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what i really need in life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for sometimes in the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;light will always shine even abit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for this is how life is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is how life will become &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is how life will change too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2869247242869147137?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2869247242869147137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=2869247242869147137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2869247242869147137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2869247242869147137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-being-alone-in-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-2235606555411046870</id><published>2008-10-21T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:24:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;some people have inner demons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that they wont ever know or realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems like i am blessed that i know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have inner demons of my own and i realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to get rid of them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking through that old past &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that old neighbourhood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminded me how much life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has pass &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much experinces i had gone through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking back at all of it really can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring tears to my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughter to my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and smile to my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thing i know i should'nt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the things i was force to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learning how to survive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to fight and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to adapt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the streets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking back at all though memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really got me to think of what has happened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this past year from a great january &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to a very bad end on june&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it was really all a blessing in disguise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lost one love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found friends who really do care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i found a new meaning to life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2235606555411046870?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2235606555411046870/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-4816779040561174586</id><published>2008-10-15T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:26:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;feeling the heart breaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i sit here wondering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can i really do now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am sure only of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to pray to the lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to get stronger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to just keep my head high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and live for god &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i trust he will heal my wounds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i trust that he will show me the right one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. it is not fair for u to say u donnoe me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u never really have met me naimei it is not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fair at all....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-4816779040561174586?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-3089199667646238398</id><published>2008-10-07T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:46:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;broken inside that is how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel not sure what is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that made it this way but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still i am lookin for that ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everytime i look at people who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ar in love who ar so much bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with that special someone other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then god someone other then family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone other then friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that special someone who i can actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be myself with the only one i can let the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;real manzion out the real zack out the real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pitbull out that some one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lord please help me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-3089199667646238398?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/3089199667646238398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=3089199667646238398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3089199667646238398'/><link rel='self' 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reason i still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can feel like that is something missing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my life but what is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really do need to pray more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to see that light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe i just need to go back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;into that world for a while?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i really need to use my fist like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i use to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i have to get my anxiety out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with violence again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i really need to go back to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fights like i use too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5339084359827216032?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5339084359827216032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5339084359827216032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5339084359827216032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5339084359827216032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2008/09/praying-is-something-that-truely-made.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-3005535943626536007</id><published>2008-08-29T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:34:13.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>静かな日々の階段を&lt;br /&gt;Shizuka na hibi no kaidan wo&lt;br /&gt;Climb the Stairs of Quiet Days&lt;br /&gt;By Dragon Ash&lt;br /&gt;Translation by Mink my good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;草木は緑　花は咲き誇り色とりどり　四季はまた巡り小春日和&lt;br /&gt;kusagi wa midori hana wa saki hokori iro toridori shiki wa mata meguri koharu biyori&lt;br /&gt;The trees and grass are green, the flowers bloom triumphantly in a rainbow of color, the four seasons rotate again on a warm autumn's day.&lt;br /&gt;用もないのにただ　並木通り　思う今一人&lt;br /&gt;you mo nai no ni tada namigi toori omou ima hitori&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, just walk down a tree lined path, thinking only of one person.&lt;br /&gt;ハーフタイムなんてなしに過ぎる日常　俺もなんとかここで一応&lt;br /&gt;haafutaimu nante nashi ni sugiru nichijou ore mo nan toka koko de ichiou&lt;br /&gt;I pass most days without a half-time, I'm trying here somehow&lt;br /&gt;やりくりしてるわけで　時にはなりふり構わず生きよう&lt;br /&gt;yarikuri shiteru wake de toki ni wa narifuri kamawazu ikiyouto make do, without worrying about how it must look sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;むかえる朝　変わらずにまだ　陽はまたのぼりくりかえしてゆく&lt;br /&gt;mukaeru asa kawarasu ni mada hi wa mata nobori kurikaeshite yuku&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, same as always the sun rises in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;窓の外は南風　洗い流してこの胸の痛みまで&lt;br /&gt;mado no soto wa minamikaze arainagashite kono mune no itami made&lt;br /&gt;There's a south wind outside my window, washing even the pain in my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;過ぎ去りし日々の涙　時がやがて無意識の中連れ去るのなら&lt;br /&gt;sugisari shi hibi no namida toki ga yagate muishiki no naka tsuresaru no nara&lt;br /&gt;The tears of days gone by, if time finally takes them into my unconscious,&lt;br /&gt;大事なのは光だけ　あともう少しここにいたいだけ&lt;br /&gt;daiji na no wa hikari dake ato mou sukoshi koko ni itai dake&lt;br /&gt;the only important thing is light, I just want to be here a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go every day　行こう笑みで&lt;br /&gt;We go every day ikou emi de&lt;br /&gt;We go every day, let's go with a smile&lt;br /&gt;光の照らし出す方に　開かれた未来目指すように&lt;br /&gt;hikari no terashi dasu hou ni hirakareta mirai mezasu you ni&lt;br /&gt;towards where the light shines, to search for the open future.&lt;br /&gt;We go every day　行こう笑みで&lt;br /&gt;We go every day ikou emi de&lt;br /&gt;We go every day, let's go with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;花瓶に水を差すように　ねがいよかないますように&lt;br /&gt;kabin ni mizu wo sasu you ni negai yo kanaimasu you ni&lt;br /&gt;Like pouring water in a flower pot, let our wishes be granted.&lt;br /&gt;季節はずれのこの雨が　ぼかした表情とその涙&lt;br /&gt;kisetsu hazure no kono ame ga bokashita hyoujou to sono namida&lt;br /&gt;This unseasonal rain blurred your expression and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;降り止まないうちにGerra　すかした顔してフッと笑ってな&lt;br /&gt;furiyamaranai uchi ni Gerra sukashita kao shite futto warattena&lt;br /&gt;There's a war before it stops. Try to look smart and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;てな具合で進むそっこうOne week　つかれた体でそっとOne drink&lt;br /&gt;tena guai de susumu sokkou One week tsukareta karada de sotto One drink&lt;br /&gt;Continue like that and at once it's one week, take one drink with a tired body.&lt;br /&gt;つどう先は仲間たち　いつものように夜通しバカ話&lt;br /&gt;tsudou saki wa nakama tachi itsumo no you ni yodooshi baka hanashi&lt;br /&gt;Friends are at the gathering place, talk about silly things all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;こんな日々が終わらないように　羽根広げはばたく鳥のように&lt;br /&gt;konna hibi ga owaranai you ni hane hiroge habataku tori no you ni&lt;br /&gt;Don't let these days end, let me spread my wings like a flapping bird.&lt;br /&gt;みんな必死なんだ　負けんな　いねぇぜピンチランナー&lt;br /&gt;minna hisshi nanda makenna inee ze pinchi rannaa&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is trying desperately, don't lose! There's no pinch runner.&lt;br /&gt;あざけ笑う奴を尻目に　つかめ描いた夢にぎった手に&lt;br /&gt;azake warau yatsu wo shirime ni tsukame kaita yume nigitta te ni&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore anyone who sneers, keep a tight grasp on your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;雨上がりの流れ星　ねがいをかけて　さあ上がれ同志&lt;br /&gt;ame agari no nagareboshi negai wo kakete saa agare doushi&lt;br /&gt;Wish on a shooting star after the rain's cleared, get up, brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go every day　行こう笑みで&lt;br /&gt;We go every day ikou emi de&lt;br /&gt;We go every day, let's go with a smile&lt;br /&gt;光の照らし出す方に　開かれた未来目指すように&lt;br /&gt;hikari no terashi dasu hou ni hirakareta mirai mezasu you ni&lt;br /&gt;towards where the light shines, to search out the open future.&lt;br /&gt;We go every day　行こう笑みで&lt;br /&gt;We go every day ikou emi de.&lt;br /&gt;We go every day, let's go with a smile&lt;br /&gt;花瓶に水を差すように　ねがいよかないますように&lt;br /&gt;kabin ni mizu wo sasu you ni negau yo kanaimasu you ni&lt;br /&gt;Like pouring water in a flower pot, let our wishes be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;なんとなく携帯の電源オフり　耳すます雑踏の全然奥に&lt;br /&gt;nan to naku keitai no dengen ofuri mimisumasu zattou no zenzen oku ni&lt;br /&gt;I turn my cell phone off for no reason, listen closely in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;聞こえるだろ風の声　流れ流れて今度は何故何処へ&lt;br /&gt;kikoeru da ro kaze no koe nagare nagarete kondo wa naze doko e&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the voice of the wind? It flows and flows, why and where will it go now?&lt;br /&gt;しらじらしくも聞いたりなんかして　自分の未来重ねたり&lt;br /&gt;shirajirashikumo kiitari nanka shite jibun no mirai kasanetari&lt;br /&gt;Asking straight out, repeating your own future,&lt;br /&gt;何か言ってもらいたいのは同じ気持ち　擦り減らす掛け替えのない命&lt;br /&gt;nanka itte moraitai no wa onaji kimochi suriherasu kakegae no nai inochi&lt;br /&gt;Wanting someone to say something is the same feeling, when this life wears out, there's no spare.幼い頃の夢ダブらして　鏡の前で朝歯ブラシで&lt;br /&gt;osanai goro no yume daburashite kagami no mae de asa ha burashi de&lt;br /&gt;Double your childhood dreams. When you're in front of the mirror in the morning&lt;br /&gt;みがく時もまたアホ顔して　家を出るそんな日々暮らして&lt;br /&gt;migaku toki mo mata ahogao shite ie wo deru sonna hibi kurashite&lt;br /&gt;brushing your teeth, make a stupid face andget out of the house, spend those kinds of days&lt;br /&gt;夜を待つのはもうやめよう　休んでもいいさ力溜めよう&lt;br /&gt;yoru wo matsu no wa mou yameyou yasunde mo ii sa chikara tameyou&lt;br /&gt;Stop waiting for night, it's okay to take a rest, save your strength.&lt;br /&gt;静かに時を刻む街　夢託し俺らがつなぐアーチ&lt;br /&gt;shizuka ni toki wo kizamu machi yume takushi orera ga tsunagu aachi&lt;br /&gt;Time quietly ticks away at this town, trust your dreams and we'll build an arch.&lt;br /&gt;[[REPEAT]]静かな日々の階段をshizuka na hibi no kaidan wo&lt;br /&gt;Climb the stairs of quiet days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go every day　行こう笑みで&lt;br /&gt;We go every day ikou emi de&lt;br /&gt;We go every day, let's go with a smil.e&lt;br /&gt;風がやんだ空の真下　みずからの手でつかむ明日&lt;br /&gt;kaze ga yanda sora no mashita mizukara no te de tsukamu ashita&lt;br /&gt;Right under the windless sky, grasp tomorrow with your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;静かな日々の階段を&lt;br /&gt;shizuka na hibi no kaidan wo&lt;br /&gt;Climb the stairs of quiet days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after typing this and listening to the song kinda helps me in my time of need hmmm anyway i put the song up so listen to it ya ..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-3005535943626536007?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/3005535943626536007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=3005535943626536007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really donnoe what is happening but everything is pretty much falling apart for me now maybe when my mind is back to normal i will blog again until then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy the song change..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5643852865877833079?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5643852865877833079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5643852865877833079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5643852865877833079'/><link 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life.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving the one when you know you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have to let go..............not wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to throw away the memories of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;person who would have to go away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes memories are like a curse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the ones who has them when they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are trying to move on their lives the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;curse of the sweet good memories that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will miss dearly maybe never to experience &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it again and the curse of the bitter bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories afraid of it happening to them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.............maybe until we find that paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;within us we will never be away from this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;curse of memories................like nightmares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is life ever going to be a paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5018945616599656138?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5018945616599656138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i know shouldn't be feeling this way but i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel useless unable to help you out of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;problem now i want to get you out of this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or more like that prison but i cant not now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want all of this problem to just go away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave our sights and leave us alone  just together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz .........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;until further notice this blog will be dead......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:M@Nz!0n"&gt;M@Nz!0n&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:Kn!gHtM@r3"&gt;Kn!gHtM@r3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:M@Ns!0N"&gt;M@Ns!0N&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-4313920054662056747?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4313920054662056747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=4313920054662056747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4313920054662056747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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goes........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;being on what is seems to be the sea side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you seems so much more pleasent now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;afew of our problems seems to be gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but afew seem to stay.....no one knows really why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i feel a closer and deeper connection towards &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you something i just have never had felt before everytime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see the night sky now i remember of that night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of us out just being oursleves with no restrictions whats &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so ever all the we both wanted that night never to end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it still did......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then u gave me another surprise for me in the week &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly asking me to meet as we meet once again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spend the remaining of the night under the night sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking about anything and every thing life love hate friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;last night was the same once again spend our time having a meal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;together talking like there was no other u really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have became the center of my life my universe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want you to know that i will always love you no matter so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i love so very so.................love is more then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a four letter word that is a fact...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-43328796494684918</id><published>2007-11-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:13:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The street lights linger in front of my eyesThe next stepThe lingering shadowRecalling the scornYour words still remains at the telephone boothA sentence of words,a drop of tearTonight how am I going to fall asleepActually the most painful expression unexpectedly is the lack of feelingsActually the most cruel image can be very sweet wordsI don’t understand how to love you even moreThe shadows of irony follows me without failActually the most lonely thing is that I am still missing youActually the most sorrowful thing is that I can’t face myselfYou've covered it nicelyI will also not leave any traceWhen telling a story,it also should be like realBut don’t touch those memoriesTonight you said your last sentenceA sentence of words,a drop of tearI think tonight it’s gonna be hard for me to fall asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-43328796494684918?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/43328796494684918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=43328796494684918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/43328796494684918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/43328796494684918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/street-lights-linger-in-front-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-6679584544583232860</id><published>2007-11-09T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:59:24.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;love sometimes makes it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard to hold on to my sanity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me crazy for it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me confused if i have it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me want to cry for no reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me want to smile for not reason also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it still makes my heart alive and pain at the same time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why i ask myself always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not knowing why sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want her to be with me thats all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know she loves me i know she cares bout me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but does she even know the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside of me that i feel now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no one to tell this to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but everytime i see you ,you give me happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when you say goodbye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain comes back into my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a full rage river that ravages through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything in its way but why is the void still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my heart does she even know bout it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is she that oblivious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to know how much pain she is causing me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknowingly unexpectedly i love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you still feel the same way to &lt;3........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-6679584544583232860?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6679584544583232860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=6679584544583232860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6679584544583232860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6679584544583232860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-sometimes-makes-it-hard-to-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-2809026800199298610</id><published>2007-11-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:46:37.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it will get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mind thinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how does this human heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;works if can both give us pleasure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the pain from within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fire that burns from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;within a man be man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does facing your fears from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;within would make you a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;also or does it make you just someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who can just face reality and make do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with what he has and for years i have been &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doings but something just does not feels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right to me as there was something missng before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now it has been filled with love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that could be waiting for years for the partner to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come all i wanted to say is i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it is all true..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2809026800199298610?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2809026800199298610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=2809026800199298610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2809026800199298610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2809026800199298610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-it-will-get-mind-thinking-how.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-5930745921552016877</id><published>2007-10-01T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:57:15.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleeping away in reality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes my mind run wild &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling awake but my world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems like it is sleeping away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need my escape from this reality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i just cant seem to find it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or have i? am i being selfish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with this words or am i just in need of help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am in love but now i dont know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where i stand with her anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is that joy when you get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you fall in love with someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just cant find it anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am just falling apart inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know what i need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know what i want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i ever find the love that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is true for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i live alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i die alone........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will and have to accept that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes people do dissapoints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you when u dont expect the most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems like everytime i need someones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;support everyone runs away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when they need it i am here ready &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to give my life for them but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes when i need them the most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i looked behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i see is no one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why do i live my life like this ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont even know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont even care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause for as long my loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ones are happy i will do my best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep them that way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if it means that i will have to give my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life for it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i am going to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........all i needed for someone to love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats all is that to much to ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5930745921552016877?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5930745921552016877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5930745921552016877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5930745921552016877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5930745921552016877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleeping-away-in-reality-makes-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-3104945355735217175</id><published>2007-09-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:06:29.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that i know my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know what i must do i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am at fault i know now my mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry so hurt so much i did not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know that before i just wish i would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have realized it before it was too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am really sorry i know i have to change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i will i will do it all to have back what i did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you i promise you this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise you to change for the better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise you to become a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise you my life to grow for the better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i may only have words to get back your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will do anything....................i promise you this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you..........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-3104945355735217175?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/3104945355735217175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=3104945355735217175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3104945355735217175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3104945355735217175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-that-i-know-my-mistakes-i-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-1336862537260617223</id><published>2007-09-16T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:45:09.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;just sitting in the dark room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just alone would always get the mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking bout life and how much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would anyone would actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;care bout oneself when one is to just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disapear cause when you don really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know what do you really have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i have her love or not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i going to be missed by the person i love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i die or if i were to just disapear from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the face of the earth would they go and try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find me and relocate me just to be with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or am i just cursed to be alone for the rest my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life again am i not really destin for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lost you 2 millenium ago and from the looks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of it even after finding you again we would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never be together again but the tides of fate may&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just change and we may be together after all of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is done? but who knows until u can decide on to be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again like 2 millenia ago or go on with your human counterpart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now.......only time would tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-1336862537260617223?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1336862537260617223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sitting on the roof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes helps when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need to think about life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the things that is happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in it and around it the things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that would make you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some other things that would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make you want to cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the events around life itself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a blessing although there are times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the world just always seems so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfair biase against us and we would just like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it all to disappear into the darkness of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the world of midnight where everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is simple and just darkness in the sky where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody has no name no title no worries &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in life just living together in harmony of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love around them .................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2468162698708966438?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2468162698708966438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=2468162698708966438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2468162698708966438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2468162698708966438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/08/sitting-on-roof-sometimes-helps-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-669415037385429116</id><published>2007-08-13T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:52:25.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;life seems so wonderful now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you around with your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voice to give me peace in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your every touch i feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alive again with your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like i am human again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with every word that you say to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like words that fell from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heavens, each time i see you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel the warmth of life, love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from you your presence when you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand be side me is simply &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;breath taking and now that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you love me too makes it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the better for me thank you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i love u...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-669415037385429116?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/669415037385429116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=669415037385429116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/669415037385429116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/669415037385429116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-seems-so-wonderful-now-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-675176055850816822</id><published>2007-07-15T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:44:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes just sitting down can get the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mind thinking bout things bout memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting to be forgotten but it just cant,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearing a song the other day made me think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and reflect in my own life ya true nothing is perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still sometimes to really enjoy the pleasures in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have to let it go and see how it grows and move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from afar cause sometimes things are just never meant to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be ya it is hard to face it but heck the truth is always painfull&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how you look at it maybe one should be just contented&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with what one's have and just live on like in love we may love someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but does the other really love us back..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it is just fate cause in life sometimes promises are just meant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be broken no matter how strong the bond is between the two people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm who knows right? cause maybe we all should just try to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if it hurts so much to do so...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-675176055850816822?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/675176055850816822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=675176055850816822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/675176055850816822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/675176055850816822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-just-sitting-down-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-109787097537476558</id><published>2007-07-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:54:04.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nothing much to say now adays but mostly don wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say anything anymore haha this blog is dead but hey at least i change the music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy y'all until next time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-109787097537476558?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/109787097537476558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=109787097537476558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/109787097537476558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/109787097537476558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-much-to-say-now-adays-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-7538728619512636236</id><published>2007-06-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:20:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes lying here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in pain could really get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a person thinking alot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially when there is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only one thing in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for some reason &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in just brings tears in my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing that you will never know how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain i am suffering for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside and out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside from the inability to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still loving and caring for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and out as i keep hurting myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i fight for you to protect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you from those very things you fear most.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when all of this thought in my mind goes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on suddenly the though of just letting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die not caring for you no more cause it is not going anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you moving on soon forgetting me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and me just here to help you when ever you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;buring myself to just make you happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping that i will make a difference in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just hoping that you would actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look back at me with the look that you gave me before.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i can only wish for that to happen again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can only wish that i could hold you in my arms again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could only wish that i can kiss you again cause &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has gone away maybe forever but as if my think sturbborn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;head of mine would just give up on you cause even if you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not with me anymore and i am nothing more then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a friend to you i would always still care and love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never did got over you and i don think i ever will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but i just want you to know i love you and just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the time with you were the happies moments in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-7538728619512636236?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/7538728619512636236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=7538728619512636236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/7538728619512636236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/7538728619512636236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-lying-here-in-pain-could.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-901966750361454673</id><published>2007-05-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:37:07.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;life can really be so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cruel sometimes with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of the hardships in our &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lives with friends, family and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hardest one ...love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but maybe it is true no matter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how difficult the problems &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are with your love ones behind you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;supporting you it will be easier to face it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what if you are all alone facing the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the biggest prblems in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one is there to help you what can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all do?.........is it in our own confidence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we truely belive that we could do it we can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if there is on one there to catch us if we were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fall on our backs does having just pure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confidence is enough to pull you through the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;darkness that life may throw at us? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it really enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-901966750361454673?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/901966750361454673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=901966750361454673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/901966750361454673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/901966750361454673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-can-really-be-so-cruel-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-5406335777764802157</id><published>2007-05-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:52:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking up in sky as it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brightens up with the blue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sky shining through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of you and how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you doing with your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life now and how happy you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are now would always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make me smile but unconciously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; tears would suddenly roll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;down my cheeks....remembering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what we had and what we went through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;together would always make me tear from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moment you said yes to the moment &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you left me it will always leave an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;impression in my life thank you for everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have done for me you have made me a better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;person on the inside and out thank you so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will always be here for you take care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5406335777764802157?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5406335777764802157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5406335777764802157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5406335777764802157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5406335777764802157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/05/walking-in-rain-looking-up-in-sky-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-6629112449394443057</id><published>2007-05-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:53:03.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello people yes i know it has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a very long time since i blog bout &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my thoughs ya.....so here it is.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always full of its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;but yet some of us are still able to get up&lt;br /&gt;even from the hardest headships in life&lt;br /&gt;and move on even if it seems so impossible at&lt;br /&gt;first but it would just happen, people has never&lt;br /&gt;seem to amaze me with what they can really do&lt;br /&gt;although everything seems impossible for them but&lt;br /&gt;with just their sheer will they can over come it ,&lt;br /&gt;of course they sometimes need help from friends,&lt;br /&gt;family and their faith with any religion they belive in&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it is.....maybe life is wonderful in its own&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it makes me feel proud to be a person,a human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(ok part human)&lt;/s&gt; people who would never give up &lt;br /&gt;even though it seems impossible for them......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-6629112449394443057?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6629112449394443057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=6629112449394443057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6629112449394443057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6629112449394443057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-people-yes-i-know-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-5163909405288002853</id><published>2007-04-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:39:49.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont talkI wont breatheI wont move till you finally seeThat you belong with meYou might think I dont lookBut deep insideIn the corner of my mindIm attached to youIm weakIts trueCuz im afraid to know the answerDo you want me too?Cuz my heart keeps falling fasterI've waited all my lifeTo cross this lineTo the only thing thats trueSo I will not hideIts time to tryAnything to be with youAll my life I've waitedThis is trueYou dont know what you doEverytime you walk into the roomIm afraid to moveIm weakIts trueIm just scared to know the ending Do you see me too?Do you even know u met me?I've waited all my life to cross this lineTo the only thing thats trueSo I will not hideIts time to try anything to be with youAll my life I've waitedThis is trueI know when I go ill be on my way to youThe way thats trueI've waited all my life to cross this lineTo the only thing thats trueSo I will not hideIts time to try anything to be with youAll my life I've waitedThis is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5163909405288002853?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5163909405288002853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5163909405288002853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5163909405288002853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5163909405288002853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-i-wont-talki-wont-breathei-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-701847445519711596</id><published>2007-04-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:39:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know what is happeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my  mind i wish to move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i say that all the time but still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime i see you it is almost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you are the drug that makes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tick inside makes me live another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but just then reality hits me in the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;face that she is no longer with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beside me or loving me anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving me lost in the dark i keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seeing the light from afar but everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i reach for it, but it seems to get further&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and further away from my reach &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;now i feel like giving up but something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my heart and mind which tells me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be something there for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me to wait for till the time comes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-701847445519711596?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-3785218688475564599</id><published>2007-04-22T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:23:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/personality/personality.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/images/personality_philosopher.gif" alt="Testriffic.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-3785218688475564599?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/3785218688475564599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=3785218688475564599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3785218688475564599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/3785218688475564599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/testrifficcom.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-8468995959410919754</id><published>2007-04-22T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:37:55.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;be yourself is the thing i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it is my peace in life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick and tired of being sad and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crying for someone who is never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;going come back to you but what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the heck thanks for the memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the heart breaks but to bad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't love me no more your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost not mine, time i look forward and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't look back no more and smile to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every heart break and hardship i face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or even problems cause that is who i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-8468995959410919754?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/8468995959410919754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=8468995959410919754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/8468995959410919754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/8468995959410919754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-yourself-is-thing-i-want-now-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-6069399575431168429</id><published>2007-04-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:01:47.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;every nightmare is always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the reflection of the persons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shame for doing what they have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;done the shame of their life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would be brought out in their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep but some say to fight this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nightmares could be treated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by finding their peace in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by finding their missing pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the puzzle but where are we  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to look for these treasures in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some say these treasures are love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;others would have friends and family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as their treasures in life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there are afew who still cant find it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even on their death bed they still are not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to find it...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-6069399575431168429?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6069399575431168429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=6069399575431168429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6069399575431168429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/6069399575431168429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-nightmare-is-always-reflection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-8237991376376049315</id><published>2007-04-14T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:15:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sitting in the dark looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the dark sky sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sets the mind thinking wheather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is anything in the world forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we always swear forever friends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever lovers and some forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone...but the reality is this,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing would last forever no matter how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard we would try to make ourselves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think so friends one day would just be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;distant memories one day lovers would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day just be friends and there is no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;such thing as forever alone as one day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just one fine day the loners may meet their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mates but the point is that nothing is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every forever  just memories they are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever in our minds and hearts dieing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with us on our deathbed until we are buried...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a friend once told me a man is never rich from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;money they are rich from memories in their life......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-8205265299123145378</id><published>2007-04-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:57:14.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing in the dark &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;above from others to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the roof i stand broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurting inside......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking down all i see is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people moving around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with their lives then i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her,i hope she would look &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up at me like before but she did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not i dont think she ever though &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of looking up.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;remembering the past &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;makes it even harder for me to pick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up the pieces of my life when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was broken by her words of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;having lost her feelings towards me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still dont understand why that happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why she broke all her promises to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why she broke my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why would she made my life living hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe she did not know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that this could happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe she knew but she did not care...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now it is too late for maybes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what done is done.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cant live without her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still am lost without her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but does she really care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somethings inside just tells me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe just for now but soon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am just a memory to her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who is pathetic as me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to still love her forever.......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-8205265299123145378?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/8205265299123145378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I really dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;understand what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is happening in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind it is in confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the matter why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how did i lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your love ......when &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you so much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember once you told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me; that you love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more then words could &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever mention or say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i loved you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont understand what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happen to all your promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be together forever ............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you even talked about marrriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now when i need your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;support the most you leave me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dry.....and you always say we could continue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as friends but support from friends and from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ones you love is very different..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is never the same you said you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;understand that but in reality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don even think you did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you"ll never understand and i dont &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think ever will...................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2054856191710821666?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2054856191710821666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=2054856191710821666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2054856191710821666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2054856191710821666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-dont-understand-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-4487396084311496649</id><published>2007-04-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:15:15.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lost soul now is back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in hell where he started at first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though he thought that the grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would be greener on the other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;side but i was not as it was said to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be....it was alot more better at first as he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;found his new love in life jesline she was to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his bride in the future but sadly it was not to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she had lost his love for him and did not wish to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurt him and so she left him for him to find another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but instead of doing so he took his life instead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;killing himself trying to make the pain in his heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;go away he hung himself sending him back to damnation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of hell........now he walks alone again in the pits of hell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as it burns him alive but it still did not make &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain go away it made it worst seeing her move away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from him far from him now he just let it burn him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as it does not hurt as much as it does now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it still hurt so much inside .....................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-4487396084311496649?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4487396084311496649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=4487396084311496649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4487396084311496649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4487396084311496649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-soul-now-is-back-in-hell-where-he.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-2941205108893694461</id><published>2007-03-31T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:04:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what's wrong is a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i keep asking myself when ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tears would flow without reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i realise the reason is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of missing you to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very much in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and waiting my phone to ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;with you on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the line but it never seems to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happen.......what is happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love when i see you now you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont even seem talking to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when ever i come near you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you always seem so distant from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so near to me yet so far away from my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reach it is tearing me inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope you read this i just cant figure out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why....is this happeing to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; what is truly wrong with......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-2941205108893694461?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2941205108893694461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=2941205108893694461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2941205108893694461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/2941205108893694461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-wrong-is-question-i-keep-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-5855606510545469744</id><published>2007-03-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:06:19.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the dark i just stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking at everybody around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;moving in their routine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like well oiled machines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never to know what is really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happening around them the wars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;between the unknown and the feared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the underworld of the real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;world the never ending battles between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven and hell and the unresolved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wars between those in hell for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;supremacy to control hell itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to control the greatest darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;itself and the ever quest to control the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;world between heaven and earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the few that are told to keep it safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for others to live in and make sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they would never know what is really happening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind them............make sure they live as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are now................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-5855606510545469744?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5855606510545469744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=5855606510545469744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5855606510545469744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/5855606510545469744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-dark-i-just-stand-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-4568999615153435877</id><published>2007-03-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:56:56.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;there were times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember when i would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always sit in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of what my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come to all my faliures...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my mistakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i know would haunt me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;till the day i die..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i still sit in the dark...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only waiting for the sun to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rise and show me where you are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and show me your angelic face.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your loving heart that never runs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of love to me........and your love to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which keeps me alive day in and day out....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you...i hope my presence with you brings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the same feeling towards me too my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-4568999615153435877?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4568999615153435877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=4568999615153435877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4568999615153435877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/4568999615153435877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-were-times-i-remember-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-1570802985073872086</id><published>2007-02-24T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:49:56.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just sitting here thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of you...I never though I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would actually meet someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you........your loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet fragile heart that i hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so dear in my own never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to let it go even for a minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind is always thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of how much life you have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brought back to my life and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart.........I will never hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you I promise.........with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of my heart but sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;........I feel that it is just not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enough for just three words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to express my true feelings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;towards you..........but I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one thing and it is that no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;matter what happens or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people that would try to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;get in our happines I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what even if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it means i have to sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my own life for you I will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always take care of you......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;till my very last breath my l0ve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever together..........I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-1570802985073872086?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1570802985073872086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=1570802985073872086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/1570802985073872086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/1570802985073872086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-sitting-here-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-7236278979528669607</id><published>2007-02-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:24:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song name : Tick Tock&lt;br /&gt;album name : The Truth About Love&lt;br /&gt;artist name : Lemar&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave againI don't wanna goThings can be so lonely on the roadCould be the presidential suiteBut nothing's ever like your bed at homeEspecially when your'e away from the one you loveIt gets tough&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts when i'm off at workLooking at her picture soothes my painAnd for a moment I, find myself right back at home againI remember, through the ups and downs of my dayI can say, my baby will be&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for meWhile the time goes tick tock tick tockMy baby will beSitting, waiting, longing, holding on for meWhile the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta leave againShe don't wanna goHates to be away from me so longShe calls me everyday butShe can't kiss her baby on the phoneWhen we're hanging upThe tears start rolling down&lt;br /&gt;Even though she criesShe can find her smileCos she knows with me her heart is safeFunny how time away, makes a loving heart grow fond againShe remembers, through the ups and downs of her dayShe can say, oh that i'll be...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for herWhile the time goes tick tock tick tockHer baby will beSitting, waiting, longing, holding on for herWhile the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we remember, through the ups and downs of our daysWe can say, oh that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]Sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for loveWhile the time goes tick tock tick tockOh we will beSitting, waiting, longing, holding on for loveWhile the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-7236278979528669607?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/7236278979528669607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=7236278979528669607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/7236278979528669607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/7236278979528669607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-name-tick-tock-album-name-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-117085251447499101</id><published>2007-02-07T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:48:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking in the dark &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone..thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking where are you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and even how are you doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there on the other side without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me......for me i am not doing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so well missing you so to many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much and so to very long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss hearing your voice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the other end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are you doing with your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how are u coping with your work &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as much as i love you i wished that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are here with me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dear i love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i need you......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing you jesline lee...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-117085251447499101?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/117085251447499101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=117085251447499101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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does this life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has to have so many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;challenges and hardships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it is  because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of our mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or is it because of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it is a balance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of both our stupidity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in making the wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dicisons and the destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fate which would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have mould our paths &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the first place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who knows maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have the power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to change our own destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fate if we actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try hard enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like when a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally gets the woman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of his dreams to say yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to marry him or even as simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a child finally getting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a puppy as a pet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe life has been always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good to us if we just work &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hard for it maybe the grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe greener or just dead and brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the other side but one thing is for sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing is forever but maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u work hard enough it may just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last forever...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116886709271215872?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;six for gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seven for a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;secret never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;told...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the seven birds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all on the three &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which one would the thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for i am the last one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seventh it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the crow who kills..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116723833818335873?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' 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see u guys again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never forget that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise u this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our brotherhood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would never be broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you again for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your support &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M@zion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116687879302784571?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/116687879302784571/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;against my own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inner demons with myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that i would not only survive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but also win this unforgiving war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;within myself and finally reach the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;peace in my mind and soul forever........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116662424524929181?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/116662424524929181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am standing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here int he dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without u here now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shelter in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from all the pain and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suffering that i may &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause to others or to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;myself i love u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and would always do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will come out of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;darkness once u return &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116539287732852377?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/116539287732852377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=116539287732852377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/116539287732852377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/116539287732852377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-standing-here-int-he-dark-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-116481035667231960</id><published>2006-11-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:25:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why am i force&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep our love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from others i love u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i am sorry for what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i did before i truly regreted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it i am also sorry for what i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i am i never though u would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be that angry well actually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am more depress because of what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u told me on the phone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope u don wat to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have promised to u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we will never give up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will never give up never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need u to be in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or i will just die &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don leave me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love u...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-116481035667231960?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/116481035667231960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=116481035667231960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/116481035667231960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/116481035667231960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-why-am-i-force-to-keep-our-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-115962783935887005</id><published>2006-09-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:50:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is now no longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dark and blue like before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with u around i am now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;far more relaks knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i have ur love makes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life better it gives me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a purpose in life some thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to look on to when i go to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep knowing that i will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see u tomorrow gives me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the reason to live my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life has never been better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with u around now i know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i am alive and still human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank u for giving me that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all of this obsticals we &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would face with our relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i would never give up on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything that we have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i love u always my love ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115962783935887005?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115962783935887005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the times and hours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we spent together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are the most happiest  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moments that i have never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt before the love and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;care that we have shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are the best things i have ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;known but now we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;facing a tough challenge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahead us the unwanted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;attention that we ar reciving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the constant pushes of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncertainty from our familys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would never make me change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my view of u as my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one who made me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love and live again like i use &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although sometimes i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncertain of our future &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the is one thing that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am certain about and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is that i love u with all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart and that would never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;change even if i pass on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115876823395402723?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115876823395402723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=115876823395402723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;showing me the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meaing of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and love making my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meaningless life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meaningfull u showed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me wat i have been missing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this time withe all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fights going on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u show me love u show me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;care and concern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;human would actually love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as u have thank u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115513233251523336?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115513233251523336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=115513233251523336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/115513233251523336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the other side knowing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that he would never be there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he was never gving up hope &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to try to climb over and get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the other side then he saw her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a light she told him never to give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never give in as he belonged on the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;other side with her, and she would help him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then it disapeared and until now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as he scaled the fence of barb wire and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;burning steel and if he is about to give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he would remeber the words tat was told to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and he would continue without thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the burns and the wounds tat happen to him........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115296637241447510?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115296637241447510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=115296637241447510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE TIDES OF SIN DRAW TIGHTER AND BRIGHTER,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE HOURS BECOME HEAVIER AND WEIGHTED,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND THE SHADOWS SMILE,DARK AND WILD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS WHEN HOPE AND DESIRE COLLAPSE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE ARC OF THE DREAM DESCENDS INTO DESPAIR,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN INNOCENT LOVERS DANCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIKE ANGELS ON FIRE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS WHEN THE NIGHT COMES DOWN,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A HAMMER ON AN ANVIL,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND THE ONLY ABSOLUTION ACCEPTED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS A LEGACY OF BRUTALITY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A SINGLE NOTE RINGS ON AND ON AND ON.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115270901539599522?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115270901539599522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=115270901539599522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/115270901539599522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/115270901539599522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/07/irony-tides-of-sin-draw-tighter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-115124471870435839</id><published>2006-06-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:11:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;time would a heal broken heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but would a mind forget in time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an elder once told me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when love fails time would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly heal the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make the mind forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me i wished i could have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgotten u as i would make &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this insignificant life abit better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i cant so i have decided&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have it erase..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if u read tis may ur life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be a gd one ..........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u would care....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-115124471870435839?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/115124471870435839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=115124471870435839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/115124471870435839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/115124471870435839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-would-heal-broken-heart-but-would.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114932802488335517</id><published>2006-06-03T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:47:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind of endless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes turn red as&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to keep the tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in but i juz cant i cant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop thinkin of u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i has to be u but no one else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i juz hope u donnoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i am i hope no one say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i do miss u even though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i only met u only once but i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat to see u again i wat to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your laughter but i cant what is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happening to me.............FUCK IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114932802488335517?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114932802488335517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114932802488335517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114932802488335517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114932802488335517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-fool-in-my-mind-of-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114770163152885432</id><published>2006-05-15T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:00:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the memory of u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still strong in my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never to be erased from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart although &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u ar gone from this earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but every moring i wake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every light i see i feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like that u ar ar always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there with me even &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;though u ar gone from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;earth my mind still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;waits till the time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we met again as u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always have a speacial &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;space within my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;although most of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has decayed and died &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a small corner within &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the darkness has always been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a place for u...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114770163152885432?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114770163152885432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114770163152885432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114770163152885432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114770163152885432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-memory-of-u-still-strong-in-my-mind.html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114769971274487910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114769971274487910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114769971274487910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114769971274487910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/05/zombies.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114623064151344430</id><published>2006-04-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:24:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fool stands in his own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decaying heart looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at wat he could save from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the destruction he found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a piece of which was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;untouch from all the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain and suffering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he picked it up in his hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as gently as he could &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a newborn but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then it turned black and it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;started to to fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only then he realize tat he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was actually the thing making &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;own heart decay in pain and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrow but he does not noe how to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;change himself.......lost in his own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114623064151344430?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114623064151344430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114623064151344430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114623064151344430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114623064151344430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/04/fool-stands-in-his-own-decaying-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114457729142555066</id><published>2006-04-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:08:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz feel like the slither&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the devil's avocate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;standing in the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as some try to wash their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with holy water hoping &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that they would not go to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hell for their sins but deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;down inside they noe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how much they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try to wash it away they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would still go to hell as i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see them try they would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz continusely try till they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die and notice tat all their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;efforts has failed them to hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they go.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114457729142555066?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114398206108534136</id><published>2006-04-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:47:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here alone again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after goin to so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;many places of my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life perf in front &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of people but time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and time i keep on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking bout u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i donnoe y but i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;infact i still am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like calling u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try it feels hard to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz froget u like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would wat to .........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114398206108534136?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114398206108534136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114398206108534136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114398206108534136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114398206108534136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-alone-again-after-goin-to-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114336907953876235</id><published>2006-03-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:31:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as people cry i look one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel gd as they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cry i donnoe y but i do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes when i see fear &amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain in people's eyes i feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have acomplised something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;within maybe it is time i juz face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat i really am and become &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what people fear most the unknown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shadows,the darkness tat lurks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside everyone maybe i am juz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick of makin people happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz sick of protecting people from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat haunts them but now iam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sick of doin tat humans ar now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;offically on ur own and for thoughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;other tat still wish to protecting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them go ahead i have nth to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;withe them any more tat is for sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nthe any more...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114336907953876235?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114269229543274969</id><published>2006-03-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:31:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am in over my head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking bout someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who would even like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;back even if we use to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good frens but now i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a distant memory to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you so far forgotten in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your mind maybe it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;true i am easily forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by people i am always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one at home looking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at pictures of people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of groups i use to be in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of people who now i walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pass would never remeber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my name but just as someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they once knew thats how i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i would always be a forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;half breed on earth here to protect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what rejects him...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114269229543274969?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114269229543274969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114269229543274969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114269229543274969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114269229543274969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-am-in-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114269163563430221</id><published>2006-03-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:20:35.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;words they can both make u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or break u tat is very true for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and lot of ppl as i walk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the path way to insanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i some time fell like a fool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doin wat i have to do protecting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them but i noe they would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never noe or care but sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think if my father had not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;made me were would tis humans &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;be in hell well most of them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would be in it anyway cos there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ar others hu ar fighting but wat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would happen if all of those fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;die of or were not here i think earth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would not be it is now oh well ........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114269163563430221?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114269163563430221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114269163563430221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114269163563430221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114269163563430221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-they-can-both-make-u-or-break-u.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114234950860494466</id><published>2006-03-14T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:18:28.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;today the end of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is so important to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally had the last perf &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wif T.A.S i am goin to miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them juz hope they would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do better with out me cos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant sing like junkai or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do a low bass like jho or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even do vp like chris i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz a singer a nobody juz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another supporting part &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the group......true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel like i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an outsider but inside i noe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tat i am fren to them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even today i decided to go hm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone cos i needed it to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like i always have anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying gdbye is never easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we juz have to do it so here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am saying gd bye to u guys &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a nice life to u all..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114234950860494466?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114234950860494466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;life just is meaningless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for some one like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never to feel wat a real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smile feels like any more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz feel so stupid even at tas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pract i was feeling extreamly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;down but again had to hide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it under a mask tat hides &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my true self my true feelings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the world that i noe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;humans would just laugh at&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i juz donoe wat to do no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just confused,depressed and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;insane ya insane tats the rite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;word juz plain insane i am crazy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid and foolish i feel dead inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz a dried up heart in a souless body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK LIFE ........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114208769936601162?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114208769936601162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114208769936601162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114208769936601162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114208769936601162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-just-is-meaningless-for-some-one_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114156398262509606</id><published>2006-03-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:06:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here i stand as insanity fills me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;making me more and more crazy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more and more paranoid bout &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life sometimes i feel like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am juz slipping away from society&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slipping away for humanity and sanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some times i feel like i am just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead and i wish i am dead always &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;int eh shadows looking at ppl but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they would never notice me until &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i scream or shout only then i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;noticible some times when i train &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wander y did really god made me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to defend humans but i am getting hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by them emotionally haiz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sanity is demised in the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my own heart...........................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114156398262509606?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114156398262509606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114156398262509606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114156398262509606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114156398262509606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-i-stand-as-insanity-fills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114087533464490307</id><published>2006-02-25T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:48:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haiz i am kinda confused rite now i was at fault at something but y ami crying is it guilt or is it juz me being confused on wat i should do i think i did the rite thing maybe i am juz a fool like they always say an idiot a moron tats wat i will always be in ppls eyes juz fuck it man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; FUCK LIFE FUCK IT ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i juz wat to die i don care if u would remeber me or not but juz let me die slowly also can as long as i die i am happy i don care if u ar going to cry for me or not (like u will like tat) haiz juz me fuck me fuck the world fuck god the gd for nth arsehole ya fuck him too hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114087533464490307?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114087533464490307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114087533464490307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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at fault at something but y ami crying is it guilt or is it juz me being confused on wat i should do i think i did the rite thing maybe i am juz a fool like they always say an idiot a moron tats wat i will always be in ppls eyes juz fuck it man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; FUCK LIFE FUCK IT ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i juz wat to die i don care if u would remeber me or not but juz let me die slowly also can as long as i die i am happy i don care if u ar going to cry for me or not (like u will like tat) haiz juz me fuck me fuck the world fuck god the gd for nth arsehole ya fuck him too hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114053570560787403</id><published>2006-02-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:28:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here alone again i stand in the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinkin of life how much i miss joy miss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the times we talked on the phone and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when ever i remember u tears ar the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only thing tat acompanies me in the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dark being alone always some ppl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;say it is better to be alone but for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have been alone for far too long to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually that being alone is fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my guitar in one hand my blade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the other with my headphones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blasting my ears and my bleeding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arms after all those cuts tat i inflicked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my self ppl ask y i do it but everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i try to tell them deep inside i defensively&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would hide the truth from them cause deep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;inside i noe some would juz try to act concern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some are really concern but wat the heck like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they would ever sincerly care bout me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like they would ever be there for me ever again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like it really matters anymore juz being me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is like a curse knowing me long enough or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;close enough is also like a curse so hell with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life juz hate it and i always will be alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the darkness of the shadows in life..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone ........till i die.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114053570560787403?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114053570560787403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=114053570560787403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114053570560787403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/114053570560787403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-alone-again-i-stand-in-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-114036247767846238</id><published>2006-02-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:21:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;have been listening to a song by a indonesian band sheila on 7 it is titled tunjuk satu bintang i don noe y but i kinda like it very smoothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i juz donnoe y but tis few days feel like crying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i am missing someone haiz maybe i am missing her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or maybe it is juz methinkin too much haiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even at tas pract nice too see those ppl again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz but i juz feel like there is something missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my life wat is it i donnoe maybe it is juz me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz maybe it is juz the fever i am having &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;high again 39.9 nice rite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl say i would be dead if i was normal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i am not even a normal human wat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz a half breed tat is trying to live in tis world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting depress over things tat is not important to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinkin botu things tat for now is not important to me jzu sometimes i am juz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fed up wif wu i really am wat i really am i juz wish i could change how i look &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and juz walk around knowing no one would recongise me anyway or even wat to noe me haiz juz stupid stupid .............................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-114036247767846238?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/114036247767846238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;humans i am juz stumb with the decision pf weather wat i am doin rite now is rite or wrong maybe tis is why my father 1st gave up on trying to protect humans maybe tis is y i was left my mom cause he juz decided tat he had enough protecting normal humans from what they never noe and never would ever wat to noe about why woulnt humans juz accept tat they ar not the only ones wu can think there ar angels demons gods and goddess and all does so called mythical creature they only belive tat if u can see, smell or feel it it is not real wat bout love wat botu friendship u can see it u can feel it ( sometimes) or even smell it but why is it there y ans me human u donnoe why do u how about minds or ur souls ar u telling me humans ar made with out minds or souls they cant think or feel feelings but sometimes humans noe tat tis exist but they only think only humans caan feel ta why how botu us half demons and all those mythical things we have minds and souls too maybe some may juz follow wat satan tells them to do but there ar others i don wish to list but juz rememeber there ar others aorund u open ur eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113976016250696557?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113976016250696557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113976016250696557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113976016250696557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113976016250696557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/02/humans-i-am-juz-stumb-with-decision-pf.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113949747868523734</id><published>2006-02-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:04:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;she is a friend always at least i tot so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yet these few mths she seem so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;speacial to me so speacial tat i would dream of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heavens excepting me in with by my side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what does tis mean am inlove with her or am i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz missing someone wu i care for so much btu would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she feel the same or would it be juz platonic relationship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would not be surprised if she says so but for tat i am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prepared to face anything till another time gd bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113888797809883373</id><published>2006-02-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:46:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="blind"&gt;BLIND&lt;/a&gt;written by jason wade&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naiveI watched helpless as she turned around to leaveand still I have the pain I have to carrya past so deep that even you could not burry if you tried after all this timeI never thought we'd be herenever thought we'd be herewhen my love for you is blindbut I couldn't make you see itcouldn't make you see itthat I loved you more than you'll ever knowand part of me died when I let you go   I would fall asleep only in hopes of dreamingthat everything would be like it was beforebut nights like this it seems are slowly fleetingthey disappear as reality is crashing to the floor after all this timeI never thought we'd be herenever thought we'd be herewhen my love for you is blindbut I couldn't make you see itcouldn't make you see itthat I loved you more than you'll ever knowand part of me died when I let you go  after all this whilewould you ever wanna leave itmaybe you could not believe itthat my love for you is blindbut I couldn't make you see itcouldn't make you see itthat I loved you more than you'll ever knowand part of me died when I let you go  and I loved you more than you'll ever knowand part of me died when I let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113888797809883373?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113888797809883373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here i stand alone in the darkness of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of the times we spent together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the phone in person &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of the way u smile makes my worries go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur laughter is like the songs from the heavens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still remember when i asked u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would u do if i just disapeared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u said u would cry cause i was always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beside u.......but sometime si was not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now i am missing u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of u everytime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crying as i noe would would never see me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as some one would u love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but here i am loving u &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of u missing u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but who am i too love a human&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am a half demon who cares too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the things tat he fights to protect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz a nobody who is willing to risk his life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for everybody and everything tat he lives &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the humans around him............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113880313199533996?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113880313199533996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113880313199533996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113880313199533996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113880313199533996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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for them abit too much to actually say tis so if u humans read tis then gd i am getting somethings of my mind and chest sometimes when i walk around tis island i juz find humans are juz blind to not see the "others " around them no wander some get murdured accidents happen and bombings happen around the world u noe sometime i juz wat to shout at their face and tell them wat a great waste of skin they actually ar dont get me wrong but it is true those so called gangsters and drug addicts ya it si true i use to be on of them but pls if u wat to die juz kill ur self drg don help juz kill u slowly why not juz hang ur self or something even better sell it off too lucifer or satan somecall him it would be better then taking drugs ya it is  true be part of his army only then i have to kill u i need the excersise anyway so go ahead sell it then die again in my hands it is somuch easier then killing ur self wif drugs s rite? think bout it ok .................  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113854055528445089?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113854055528445089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113854055528445089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113854055528445089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113854055528445089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/01/juz-fucked-up-wif-life-and-humans-they.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113794042133715605</id><published>2006-01-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:33:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have been hearing a song by P.L.P a letter from dreamland and i kinda like it not my kind of music but it kinds of reminds me of someone i noe even though she is not mine she is always my sunshine and everytime i talk to her  on the phone it would make my day but it would dim when she say gd bye and even better when i say the last time there was tis fake smile on her face but i stayed cause i missed her so much tats y haiz i am juz missing rite now missing her very much even if i would never be wif her she is always my sunshine haiz  i think i would never get sick of tis song liao i have been listening to it for 6 hrs haiz missing her but she would never noe it is me missing her haiz juz FUCK LIFE ................................ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113794042133715605?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113794042133715605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113794042133715605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113794042133715605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like i am a FUCKING MORON i juz don get it i donnoe wahen to stop liking a gal even though if has someone else in her heart i would still be there like the idiot i always am would try to get  her to like me or at least admire me but fuck tat would never happen me alone wlaking on the streets of singapore fucking seeing couples alll over the place an me a lonley jackass walking around u noe sometimes if i did not have tis FUCKING  human heart i would juz have gone and killed the couple but luck i am not wu i use to be cold heart less maybe i should be tat guy again it is so much better then feeling tis pain anyway so much more better fucking better then tis alrite juz FUCK IT FUCKING FUCK IT ........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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half-breed heart am i fool to care bout her?????..................................................................................even if she does not care and don worry tis blog still up liao so till other days......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANSION out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113699406708008753?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113699406708008753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113699406708008753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BL/BLU/bluemermaid14/1136680539_ercerberus.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c78374)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What mythological creature are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113686710605728550?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113686710605728550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113686710605728550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113686710605728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113686710605728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-mythological-creature-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113671761221517233</id><published>2006-01-08T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:53:32.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can some one forget some one wu he really really loves i donnoe i am searching for an ans for tat qn i juz can forget someone wu really means so much to me but hse would never noe tat cause she loves someone else and me juz here thinkin of her so i must forget bout her but is tat even possible i dont think so i juz have to suffer to forget her like before only now she only likes me like a fren haiz i cant make some one love me even if i can but she loves someone else haiz tats how it has always been for me i would go around liking a gal but ht egal would either likes someone else or juz not ready which sometimes juz a stupid excuse for i like someone else or i am wif someone fuck it i donnoe wat to belive in no more juz wat to end it all juz wat to not feel this emotions no more i wat to be my cold self again since no one would ecknowledge it's excistents so fuck it.................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113671761221517233?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113621493816095935</id><published>2006-01-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:15:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it is a new yr most ar happy some ar juz sad to say gd bye to 2005 me i am juz getting more and more morbit maybe cause i am feeling sad to leave to 2005 or juz to scared 0f 2006 i don give a dame no more maybe i am juz missing her or maybe juz missing my lover wu noes i donnoe my self i was juz reading a comic  The Crow nice story i feel like i can relate to it maybe i did died twice sorry but no medical records hell to tat but i like the poems tat ar in side the comics very cool veyr nice i did post one poem once on this blog juz think a poem like tat may juz show how my life really is like haha but it is ok as it is the new yr i shall put up one for all of u ppl u read tis if there is any...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this one is titled:DESPAIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE DWELLS A SNAKE, ONE THOUSAND MILES LONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COILED,ONE THOUSAND MILES DEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EYES LIKE CANDY,IT HAS EYES LIEK CANDY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HARD AND BLUE,BUT SOFT AS KITTENS FEET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUT OF SIGHT OR IN THE ELEMENT OF LIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT COULD BE A DEVIL, IT COULD BE AN ANGEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITH SPIDERS INSIDE A VISION FROM HELL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITS SPINE  IS A VERTICAL SCREAM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLOW AS CONCRETE, BLURRED AS A DREAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT SPINS ROUND AND DOWN ON AN AXIS OF ATROCITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUELES BY INERTIA, DEPTH,RADIUSAND VELOCITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITS SOUL-A TWISTED WRECKAGE OF DESPAIR AND PAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND THE SPIDERS INSIDE ARE JUST PRAYING FOR RAIN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KILLING TIME KILLING TIME &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND PRAYING FOR RAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE THOUSAND MILES DEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here u go haiz i like it haha juz love tis poem hope u like it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113621493816095935?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113621493816095935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113621493816095935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113621493816095935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113621493816095935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-is-new-yr-most-ar-happy-some-ar-juz.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113612492680223605</id><published>2006-01-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:15:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darkness Don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I pray you've heard&lt;br /&gt;The words I've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Dare to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh for one last time&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll let the&lt;br /&gt;Darkness cover me&lt;br /&gt;Deny everything&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walk away&lt;br /&gt;To breathe again&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Carry me away&lt;br /&gt;I need your strength&lt;br /&gt;To get me through this&lt;br /&gt;Dare to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh for one last time&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll let the&lt;br /&gt;Darkness cover me&lt;br /&gt;Deny everything&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walk away&lt;br /&gt;To breathe again&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Dare to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh for one last time&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll let the&lt;br /&gt;Darkness cover me&lt;br /&gt;Deny everything&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walk away&lt;br /&gt;To breathe again&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz juz something i remembered from a song i heard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113612492680223605?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113587016035766657</id><published>2005-12-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:29:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i think tat ppl would not notice me then they proof me wrong there ar ppl wu would notice me there is never tot there would haha but it is gd to noe even though it is only one person but it is gd to noe haiz i am missing someone but i donnoe if she even care if i am thinkin of her haiz wat am i to do juz think think bout her or juz forget bout her in all of the ppl i ask they say forget her i wish it is tat simple or easy juz have her in my head my dreams and my thoughs i goin on and on botu weather how much pain i when through to forget her she did too i noe but now wif her in my mind it is like i did a very big mistake back then which is haunting me like a old ghost in a house tat it use to own for tis instance she use to have my heart i use to  have hers but i did the mistake of disapearing from her face for two yrs....................i donnoe wat to say any more it is juz life but if u read tis u noe wat i mean thaks for before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113587016035766657?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113587016035766657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113587016035766657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anyway even though it seems fun i laugh joke around but inside i still feel sad juz covering my face wif a mask like i would do wif my band maybe i like it tat way keep my self from human wu would ethier please u or make u internily mad or maybe i am juz missing ivy i wander is she now she is not online everytime i try calling her i cant get through juz missung her haiz now adays i feel like i am an outsider at tas (for those tas members wu reads tis don get the wrong idea ok) ya every body has like a group of frens they hang out wif but sometimes i juz sit there staring at them like i am not part of the group haiz maybe it is juz me maybe i am juz such a loner tat when it is time to make frens i juz cant haiz cant blame no one but my self well tats something tat is very true wat the heck i may juz be like tis for the rest of my life till i die or maybe when i become fell fledge demon then maybe i would juz see them at nite like i am looking at them as they slp haiz i sound like a stalker but ya when i do become full fledge then maybe i would do juz tat cause i miss them so much and better still they would not be abil to see me haiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;invisible as i always would be anyway like i am not there in front of them haiz let me be let me die for a demon would never belong on mans land they belong in hell tat is where i belong not the heavens not on earth but in hell underworld the unkown to man would never understand me anyway man would always a be afraid of wat they don understand wat the dont know and wat they dont see the three things tat would end mans own regin on earth....................tats the truth of man and it would alwasy be anyway...............................................................hell to all humans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113396845323549399</id><published>2005-12-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:14:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't escape the wrath of my heartBeating to your funeral song (You're so alone)All faith is lost for hell regainedIn the dust in the hands of shame (Just be brave)Let me breathe you this song of my heart beforeI lead you along this path in the darkWhere I belong 'till I feel your warmthHold meLike you held on to lifeWhen all fears came alive and entombed meLove meLike you love the sunScorching the blood in my vampire heartI'll be the thorns on every roseYou've been sent I hope (You'll grow cold)I am the nightmare waking you upFrom the dream of a dream of love (Just like before)Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates closePaint you my soul, scarred and aloneWaiting for your kiss to take me back homeHold meLike you held on to lifeWhen all fears came alive and entombed meLove meLike you love the sunScorching the blood in my vampire heartHold meLike you held on to lifeWhen all fears came alive and entombed meLove meLike you love the sunScorching the blood in my vampire heartHold me (Like you held on to life)Like you held on to life(When all fears came alive and entombed me)My vampire heartLove me (Like you love the sun)Like you love the sun(Scorching the blood in my)My vampire heart  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tis a lyrics of a song tat reminds me of my self the pain in my soul hoping a gal would hold me like she is holding on to life juz hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113396845323549399?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113396845323549399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113396845323549399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113396845323549399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113396845323549399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-cant-escape-wrath-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113379561183089388</id><published>2005-12-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:13:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haiz life its gd for now but for somereason i feel like there is something missing i already have love have great frens and family but wat is juz missing can someone tell me wat is it makin gme confused it is giving me slpless nites again and again wat is it?? haiz maybe the fact i have not contacted her for a long time and it is about time i tell her the truth bout me and my family connections wif hell demons and to many other things i cant list i wat to call her but i cant i wat to email her but i juz donnoe how to explain to her the truth of my family haiz maybe tats it ya may be i donnoe haiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113379561183089388?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113379561183089388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113379561183089388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113379561183089388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/113379561183089388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/12/haiz-life-its-gd-for-now-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113309988223434311</id><published>2005-11-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:58:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is goin juz fine for now until 11 when i have to go perf wif my band haiz tired wat to do must go later disaster like the last one  don have to say it lah eh later tml alsonever fin anyway must go gig then must learn my songs for tml pract can do it must do it will do it wat every it takes haha sorry but now i abit hyper and siao cause later goin on stage must be siao or tats wat they wat oh well at least they donnoe wu i really am rite love my mask keeps me a secret to the audience bwahahahahahahahaha~ yes i noe lame btu tat s how i get when i get hype up bout something ok ok back to normal tonite let the Midnight Hunters sing u a chrits mas songs no presents for christmas bwahahahahahahahhaha tonite must shout no scream to sing the song thanks miss choo for teaching me the twang going to help for later ok lah enough bout tat time to get in to my  outfit wish me luck BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113309988223434311?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113309988223434311/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-113258588371457348</id><published>2005-11-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:11:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don noe man maybe wat hui said is true i am to blame 4 others but y? stupid qn fuck it as alwasy i am left wif my self to blame althoygh i have die 4 them past is the past but i cant forget it to love some one wu dont even care memories i have to drown wif alcohol and tobacco and more sorrows fuck i am to blame 4 tis maybe in the future when i see her in love may be then i would be happy or maybe i would be blaming myself again fuck it no use askin myself even if i have gave up everything maybe i should go and ask my half broters they noe better AM and DARK if u read tis maybe u ar rite humans would never wat to noe the truth or belive in us far more love us i noe one wu loves me but she cant be there alwayys can she even tat she does not even noe wat i really am i am not saying wu she is juz hope her swimming would be fun today or at least i hope tat she truly sayang me at least &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mansion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113258588371457348?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/113258588371457348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=113258588371457348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and died and now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand&lt;br /&gt;With all the love I feel&lt;br /&gt;I could never leave her&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cost&lt;br /&gt;My soulds the price to see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love you&lt;br /&gt;The pain won't go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I need you&lt;br /&gt;You're always so far away&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you&lt;br /&gt;Leaving myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;I died for you&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was just to much&lt;br /&gt;When I finally saw her&lt;br /&gt;She's happy and in love&lt;br /&gt;In love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;What makes it hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Is that I love them both&lt;br /&gt;And they will never know&lt;br /&gt;For love I sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-113065755377306125?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-112965146952294773</id><published>2005-10-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:04:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;really fucked up rite now i don noe wat to wif me life it seems tat i keep on making the ppl around me sad or angry i wat to die i don care no more kill me now tajke my life kill me i don wat to live no more i don blame them cause it is my fault i wat to die kill me i wat my knife to cut my vains let it bleed let it drain my blood from my body my life out of it killin me softly i don care if my mom is goingto kill her self after tat juz kill me kill me now take my life i don care don give a fuck no more i would rather wait and bleed till i die like wu cares let me die now my blade is sharp enough to kill me so juz kill me now now i say kill me i don wat to live anymore i rather die now since i juz cause pain to other around me like they would miss me like they would care fuck tis life i don wat my mom to cry no more so kill me now now i say take my life take it i have no need for it fuck life fuck my life fuck it fuck it i hate myself i hate my life so take it wu ever ones it take it i don need it anymore i don wat  ppl around me to feel pain so take my life now now mutherfukers take it TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-112965146952294773?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/112965146952294773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;whats wrong wif me the gal i love hatsme for nto telling the truth but i seriously thought that she knew some say i should juz break up wif her some don even have exp before oh well is u read tis baby i juz wat to tell u tat forever u ar my pretty lady i love u so much i would never wat to let u go never u give me light after hui broke me down now i would forever give u the light tat u need the scars tat i would clean of for u and the wounds tat if there is any i would nurse for u baby pls call me after u read tis u ar and alwasy my one and only baby........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-112774756397384780?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Komakino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the hour when the mysteries emerge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strangeness so hard to reflect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a moment so movinggoes straight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to ur heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;condition that's never been met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the attraction that's held like a wake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deep inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somethingi'll never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pattern is set,the reaction will start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;complete but rejected to soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking ahead in the grip of each tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;impluse that linds every move shadow that stood by the side of the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always reminds me of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i find the right way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to control the conflicts inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the problems beside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the questions are rite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the answers don't fit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;into my way if paying, into my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of paying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something i read along time ago but juz remembered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-112247658798399026?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/112247658798399026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=112247658798399026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/112247658798399026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Life has hurt you so badly and it&lt;br&gt;feels like it always will. Of course, you just&lt;br&gt;want to get rid of it and has found out that&lt;br&gt;cutting releases your pain and tension. After&lt;br&gt;all, now it's you who decides to inflict pain,&lt;br&gt;not someone else. Perhaps you even feel guilty&lt;br&gt;afterwards when you've "come to your&lt;br&gt;senses". Due to this you tend to wear&lt;br&gt;long-sleeved shirts, if it's the wrists your&lt;br&gt;cutting. You fear your scars will be seen and&lt;br&gt;often keep away from people physiclly. Some&lt;br&gt;cutters just want to get caught doing it, to be&lt;br&gt;saved and for someone to care for them and&lt;br&gt;understand. While others may do it just because&lt;br&gt;there is too many problems they have to deal&lt;br&gt;with, and inflicting harm upon themselves seems&lt;br&gt;to be a good way out. This is the point where&lt;br&gt;I'm supposed to say that you should talk to&lt;br&gt;someone. The thing is though, I know as well as&lt;br&gt;you, it's hard seeking help. But it's still&lt;br&gt;highly recommended that you stop harming&lt;br&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20connection%20with%20darkness%3F%20(pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your connection with darkness? 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href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/07/your-connection-with-darkness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-112084083230950884</id><published>2005-07-09T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:40:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz wat a fucked up week i have been having 1st the the teachers tat is makin my life  aliving hell more stress add on me oh well maybe it is my own fault of not doin my corrections rite ok then next was the accapella competion got last haiz i am really fucked up to day wated to vane tit all on bowlin but could not cause frenz no money fuck it but not there fault rite then was force back to sch to do my corrections fuck tat to but wat the hell at least i get to go online blog  sometimes i feel like i wat to die but then thinkin of when wu is goin to protect them when hell rises god wat a joke if he wated to help us he would heve long time ago haiz at least i realese my stress by cuting my self in class but i don feel the pain maybe because i know pain at the molecular level ........it  pulls  at my atoms ..........sings to me in the alphabet of fear.......i am the boiling man...come to break the bones of ur sins.............cool huh got it from a comic but it is true i don feel pain on the out side but on the inside i feel it hurts so much pls make it stop someone pls pls i beg u to make it stop..............pls..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-112084083230950884?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/112084083230950884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=112084083230950884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/112084083230950884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/112084083230950884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/07/haiz-wat-fucked-up-week-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-112023439624126915</id><published>2005-07-02T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:13:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok enough is enough i don noe y but i have been having ppl look at me like i am an areshole for the whole day i don noe wat to do no more i juz wat to be left alone juz a while would be great but some  don understand the two ppl i need the most now is to busy wif thier lives i cant blame them but i learn something earlier  in hell that death is death if u embrace it but is u reject it is a curse i think it when tat way ok tats enough for now z.a out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-112023439624126915?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/112023439624126915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=112023439624126915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/112023439624126915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/112023439624126915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok-enough-is-enough-i-don-noe-y-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ZnL@rif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399776398111175227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-111997191695628905</id><published>2005-06-28T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:18:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;life watz wif it i don noe i juz don noe watz happenin wif it i juz feel extremly lonley now adays but y? am i feelin this way i wat it to stop but y? wouldin it stop y? someone pls make it stop make this feeling go away..............oh well like someone would come around and juz make that happen never goin happen rite? well i have this song once your beautiful or something i am myself is not sure but ya it is a nice song trying to gat it's lyrics but i can't seem to find it well my life is juz like it or maybe alil better the song the guy could not tell the gal he liked her but i did but she turned it down haiz now she is leaving in an other six mths until i would see her again but i don think tat would br enough for me to say gd bye tis yr her b bae i was goin to pass her something i took long to sve up for but i thinkk it is worht it rite? i was thinkin i would give it ot her myself but i don think i she would be free too see me on tat day looks like i have to pass it to her frens to pass it to her i love her so much she is my angel in my life but she would never be mine she is beautiful but now i will face the truth tat i would never be wif her nevr to be wif her.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-111997191695628905?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/111997191695628905/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10153225.post-111944918062513512</id><published>2005-06-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:06:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;well wat to blog yesterday was fun ok it was until i got back hm then they nag and nag hell wif tat oh well i am juz bored to death rite now no idea wta to do surpose to met sze today but she last min say cannot then until now have not reply my msgs haiz oh well much was not done today so tomolo must do if u askin me wat it is hmwrk have not even done one yet i am goin to die on 27th haiz did not go to choir last week sori but i my grandpa was sick ok sori  alrite but i had plans to go out wif hui already really sori and perf i was told if i did not come for pract cant perf and my mom is sick she still is ok very sori u guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10153225-111944918062513512?l=demonarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/feeds/111944918062513512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10153225&amp;postID=111944918062513512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/111944918062513512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10153225/posts/default/111944918062513512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonarif.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-wat-to-blog-yesterday-was-fun-ok.html' 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