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But'/><category term='crisis'/><category term='heart'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>PaSsPorT tO tHe UniVerSe</title><subtitle type='html'>The consequences we face in life and how to lose 'em.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-5305343338265563042</id><published>2008-09-23T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:10:18.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tainted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gothic'/><title type='text'>The Tainted Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNiyQlUai8I/AAAAAAAAACU/UtT8ms68ooc/s1600-h/gothic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249141363665701826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNiyQlUai8I/AAAAAAAAACU/UtT8ms68ooc/s400/gothic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow Im going to find the thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that'll erase the sting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that's been bgging me ever since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that kept me doing a lot of sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The taint of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall be torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black stain shall be removed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I not I shall disapprove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I could use a hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe a wand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they wont even reprimand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a single aid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little shade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is wrapped with electric wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And been brought to the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I want to stab it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kill the darn halfwitt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch me soar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know nothing in this world is worth living for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my heart doesnt deserve a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why wont you stab it with a knife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875877904124036634-5305343338265563042?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5305343338265563042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=5305343338265563042' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-8867757068433196761</id><published>2008-09-22T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:59:26.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Memoirs of the Nefarious Cradle (poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNivv9A9c_I/AAAAAAAAACM/XrytWJUeS1k/s1600-h/0gotico12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138604067615730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNivv9A9c_I/AAAAAAAAACM/XrytWJUeS1k/s320/0gotico12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNdzhJnJ_GI/AAAAAAAAACE/QfAZNobWjJE/s1600-h/fairies_golden2_witchyswikkedgraphi.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The world was moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can fell something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As I closed my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I realized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is for hearts that are chaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For people who has no time to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Where all hearts and souls belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Where we hear lots of songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And to bear in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We have nothing to bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We hve lots of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who would commend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And who have lots of advices to sen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I dont live as free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I cant be who I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;While everyone's invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am prisoned in an asylum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have nothing to do but wait and face my doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been oppressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But no one guessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In fact no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They had their own share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SO I hid myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trying to hide like an elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And so that no one would think I'm being sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cause I am not being emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But the pain...it's getting worser and worser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My life's insignificant to a roller coaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For I am always down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;While everyone's pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To see a pathetic child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can't you just be mild?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wanted to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But it's no use at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's not worth the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I have to Stood up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THe pain didn't stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It prolonged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I sang a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trying to feel mirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Which I never experienced since birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But still I felt the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The pain that is coming tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's not as easy as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I need to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I want to die!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I gave out a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had plenty of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt like a nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But they're worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As if life was meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to let the dark side out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's why I want to shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But there's still a glass that seals the dark side inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It haunts me just like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I went to the place full of ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My brother heard my cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was written in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I asked for his help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He said I was a whelp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I looked for the warmth of his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And asked him to do his part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But his heart was frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's why he was chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TO rule the ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SO I suffered great sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And went home ashamed but unsurrised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To recieve my condemned prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next day I went to the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I saw my crush laughing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I went to him...his the only person I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But he poured many dusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My shoes became full of dusts and he prepared to thrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I saw needles from my heart, full of rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I fell down to the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No one caught me only the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A sharp stone hit my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And trust me, it bled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next day I went to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To give all my pleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I swam, holding my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Thinking, "this must be the feeling of death";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As I asked my mother for her aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She suddenly d\started to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She took my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But She knew I cried with depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She took it until I died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No one even cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Instead they all sighed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For who could've loved a girl who tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who failed when she was still a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As I closed my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This lace is only for thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But not for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I drowned in the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I fell a little bit further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My mom didnt even wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She jut let me wither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My ody was n a dark iche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt a little ick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Time kept on running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Watching my dead body wasnt stunning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After seconds of my death it looks like it never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everybody did forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I cant forget about the painful regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To see my forgotten body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Watching it I felt sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The past has been forgotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But I could never forget what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And the thing that they did to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt a little whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nothings worth living for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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(poem)'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SNivv9A9c_I/AAAAAAAAACM/XrytWJUeS1k/s72-c/0gotico12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-5004490238534869994</id><published>2008-09-02T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:50:29.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><title type='text'>Secrets of the Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL37aVlcNKI/AAAAAAAAABc/4B89alOcewI/s1600-h/1_291272528l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241621971218478242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL37aVlcNKI/AAAAAAAAABc/4B89alOcewI/s320/1_291272528l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seals, squids, planktons, seaturtles, whales, mollusks, seahorses, dolphins, fishes, shells, jellyfishes, narwhals, crabs, seaweeds and mantas are the orthodox sea creatures that we all know. But do know any sea serpents or other sea creatures which are very rare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm pretty sure you knows mermaids, don't you? But we all know they dont exist, right? But we can never sure. There are only 2 things possible: one, maybe we can't see them because they're not human brings so they must've possessed some kind of extraordinary powers that not even our naked or aided eyes could see. Second, maybe they dont really exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm pretty sure you've heard of a long time ago monster that lives in the Loch Ness Ocean in Scottland, havent you? Reports have been said that many people have seen them and took pictures. It looked like a pleaseusaurus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Next, there's the kraken. It is a sea serpent which was known long time ago in England, i think. It was so slender and has two horns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, my point is, life can be an ocean. It has so many secret hidden . It is mysterious. We dont know if we are suppose to see it or not. Sometimes, the world accidentally ses it, sometimes the wanted to. That's why there are some parts of the ocean which we are not suppose to see. When I think about it, it gives me the creeps. &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/6875877904124036634-5004490238534869994?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5004490238534869994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=5004490238534869994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/5004490238534869994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/5004490238534869994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/secrets-of-ocean.html' title='Secrets of the Ocean'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL37aVlcNKI/AAAAAAAAABc/4B89alOcewI/s72-c/1_291272528l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-2320885134665772822</id><published>2008-09-02T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:52:22.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underworld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afterlife'/><title type='text'>Afterlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL-SlncjvOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wTaoZ1GiXRU/s1600-h/heart"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242069666224127202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL-SlncjvOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wTaoZ1GiXRU/s400/heart%27.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL33RAs-zZI/AAAAAAAAABU/2JyypdeP0nc/s1600-h/1_413184092l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241617412947627410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL33RAs-zZI/AAAAAAAAABU/2JyypdeP0nc/s320/1_413184092l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever felt what death is like? Well, do you want to know how it feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being dead is just a normal stage in life. It's just the stage where you live in another world, where your soul is free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People are just like lack candles with red bows. The black candle reppresents as their human bodies while the bow rpresent as their memories. Losing the bow means loing both life and memories. What I mean by life is the stage when one was still walking here in the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Some says thst after death, there'll be life again but you'l not be the same person as you used to be. That's what they call the 'Circle of the Life'. You probably have heard that from the 'Land Before Times' and 'Lion King'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The 'Circle of Life' is just like a food chain. First and foremost, you lived, then you died then you lived again and so on. For example, if you're name today is Mandy, you groew older and dies, next generation, you'll become another different person. You're not the old Mandy anymore, you'll become Mindy , a new form of person. But you'll never remember anything about Mandy. All you know is that you're Mindy. GOd knows who or what you'll become in the next life. He has your memories and then place another brain for you to complete. It's just like making a home video project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But that's just what they said. I'm not telling it's true, it can be or it can't be. &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/6875877904124036634-2320885134665772822?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2320885134665772822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=2320885134665772822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/2320885134665772822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/2320885134665772822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL-SlncjvOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wTaoZ1GiXRU/s72-c/heart%27.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-3702452346058795784</id><published>2008-09-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:39:36.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Facing Our Teenage Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL5bJIwxHYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zMPd9bm2IwM/s1600-h/anime-sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241727228834815362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL5bJIwxHYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zMPd9bm2IwM/s320/anime-sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Teenage was not as easy and as fun as it looks. You'll have to wander around, meeting all sorts of people and looking for a place to belong. You'll have to feel all of the emotions ; being hurt, happy, bored and a lot of things whether you like it or not. Especially when you see your crush (come on, let's face it), instead of being happy because you saw him, you'd rather be lonely since he doesn't know that you admire at him. He's like 'FOR YOUR EYES ONLY' and that's all. Several parents also says that their kids becomes contumacious when they reach their teens. They dont really acquise the rules of their parents (like me) . But maybe because it's their stage to rule and to have freedom. Some teenagers even tells their parents "If only you'd let me go out all the time, I'd be popular."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Most of the people loves being a teenager especially their high school life. True, it's outrageous but it can never be fun. One thing for me really rulez my world ; 'you don't hae to show your smelly laundry to the media.' You'll have to consider a "hush-hush sentiment" so that there'll be some other parts in your life which is still c;andestine. Anyway, in this kind of stage, you'll never believe in tooth fairies, leprechauns, sea serpents, witches, wizzads and santa paws (rawr) i-i mean santa claus. And each one is required with a reliable comrade (w/c you might not know, backstabs you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It could be a human, a bark of a tree or a notebook. It's up to you. But I prefer a notebook. First and foremost, humans are not reliable as you think. Some only. Second, it would be a little freaky if you'll talk to a bark. Third, you could just write down your secrets and read it until the day you die. &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/6875877904124036634-3702452346058795784?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3702452346058795784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=3702452346058795784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/3702452346058795784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/3702452346058795784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/09/facing-our-teenage-life-crisis.html' title='Facing Our Teenage Life Crisis'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SL5bJIwxHYI/AAAAAAAAABk/zMPd9bm2IwM/s72-c/anime-sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-5866363444367924901</id><published>2008-08-29T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:26:31.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving up the last breath'/><title type='text'>Giving Up The Last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLe9nCFpZjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vPKVCLzL6hE/s1600-h/1_571013846l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239865169741964850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLe9nCFpZjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vPKVCLzL6hE/s320/1_571013846l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be a roller coaster. Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. We embrace the outrageous moments and we ostracize the terrible ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helerig Ame, my sweet friend, a 13 year old girl, once was a very cheerful type of person. Everytime you have a problem, she's always ready with some effective advices and jokes to cheer you up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, a tragic event came, I saw her crying and asked her what her problem was. She denied to look at me.Then, she finally told me that she's been in a great despair  ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that stupid incident, IU never really saw her blithe face anymore. Nor her contagious chuckles. She has become a changed person. She left her old self. She already started saying swearwords which she never knew how to speak when wewere still kids. She has already given up her awe-spiring memories...when she was still the sweetest rose ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875877904124036634-5866363444367924901?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5866363444367924901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=5866363444367924901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/5866363444367924901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/5866363444367924901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/08/giving-up-last-breath.html' title='Giving Up The Last Breath'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLe9nCFpZjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vPKVCLzL6hE/s72-c/1_571013846l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-1271540590577857796</id><published>2008-08-28T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:04:00.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I used to have a big brother. But'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a computer ate him.'/><title type='text'>The Computer That Ate My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdHebHXVOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GAWcaiUMkmI/s1600-h/1_450114173l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239735279469155554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdHebHXVOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GAWcaiUMkmI/s320/1_450114173l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I used to have a big brother. He was good, intelligent, wise and thoughtful. Everytime he have a class to attend, he never leaves the house before I come with him. He's also a self-effacing person and never brags anything about himself. He was my brother and my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, at night, we shared stories, secrets and lots of stuffs we could share. Even if our mum gives us chocolates each, he would give me his chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, he didn't waited for me to go to school, as usual. I felt somethings odd. I finally realized that he's gone. THe big brother I used to have is dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw him in his oom but he yelled at me. He said some stupid things at me. It was the first time ever he told me that I'm a pesky animal. I ran outside, to our secret place. I cried there and went back to my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him where my brother was but he said he already killed him. But I didn't belived in him I knew it was the computer that ate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875877904124036634-1271540590577857796?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1271540590577857796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=1271540590577857796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/1271540590577857796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/1271540590577857796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/08/computer-that-ate-my-brother.html' title='The Computer That Ate My Brother'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdHebHXVOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GAWcaiUMkmI/s72-c/1_450114173l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875877904124036634.post-3258488136571368835</id><published>2008-08-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:36:00.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><title type='text'>The Condemned Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLZqzDnBHFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0LRlaq-d0R8/s1600-h/1_591695292l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239492641866980434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLZqzDnBHFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0LRlaq-d0R8/s320/1_591695292l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to follow our dreams, studying hard and aiming as high as we could. But, what happens if you mistakenly told someone whom you think you can give him/her your trust but then, the next thing you knew, she let you down? Would you still pursue that dream or rue the day that you told that person? Here's my story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a very zealous girl. Yeah...I admit it. But on the other hand, it's not that bad to dream, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamed of becoming a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♪♥♥♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nameLink" id="_nameLink" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/46623606" name="&amp;amp;lid="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;†ﮝ報報報ﮝ†&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's where I started my path through the wilderness... ♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, I let my mum know about my dream and I told her that I'm really hoping that I could fulfill that darn ambition cause I found it really fun to be one. At first, she just nodded and said "yeah, yeah, cool" But then, she looke at me and then said, "You can never be like that because you're such a pig" I mean UGH...come on!!! she's suppose to be a mother and I think mothers should buoy up their kid's souls inreaching their goals. In fact, they should give exact advices and darn quotes for life in order for their kids to understand what they meant. But, my mum's different. She was totally opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then there's some of my lassmates who totally heard about this and then they frankly talked to me infront of everybody and told me "Listen, I don't think you could do that. Anyone could but not you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, that didn't affected me. But in the end, I started to become very paranoid about it. So, the thoughts of being a nobody popped out from my head. I could even feel the great pain in my chest, technically. But all I could do is shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already told my bro about that but he let me down too. He said, "NO!NO! It's all your fault because you're blah...blahblah...blahblah...blahblah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I'm totally frustrated. But still, I still planted in my mind that I needed to stand up and do my thing even if&lt;br /&gt;I stand up alone. I don't think they think of me as a human. I think they think of me as a monster, but not literally. They said I inconsiderate. But the question was, were they considerate at me? I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6875877904124036634-3258488136571368835?l=passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3258488136571368835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6875877904124036634&amp;postID=3258488136571368835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/3258488136571368835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6875877904124036634/posts/default/3258488136571368835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passporttotheuniverse.blogspot.com/2008/08/condemned-optimism.html' title='The Condemned Optimism'/><author><name>ФФDOLLfAcEФФ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631159158629056473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLdF-KqagRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qo2O4EW_4Fw/S220/1_450114173l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XXFV0zuy504/SLZqzDnBHFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0LRlaq-d0R8/s72-c/1_591695292l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
