<?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-5851507554797156674</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:44:35.392-08:00</updated><category term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><category term='oCUrRencE'/><category term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>tiDoLoniaN pHiLosoPhy</title><subtitle type='html'>LIFE is a bucket full of IRONY..
it's a package DEAL you'd find HARD to COMPLY
but even HARDER to DISREGARD..
it's either you DIVE IN and DROWN to be ALIVE..
or HOVER thousands of feet above the ground to DEVASTATATION..
it is INCOMPREHENSIBLE and INTOLERABLE..
but it GIVES you a COURSE to UNDERSTAND and ENDURE life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1959801628634479999</id><published>2009-12-26T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:54:32.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>A Poem that doesn't Rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It’s been a while since I last wrote,&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming words that I put to note,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts oh they seem to afloat,&lt;br /&gt;What else could be here in my boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to find an easy time,&lt;br /&gt;Compose a line after each line,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have I missed my own prime?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot just sit here and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me now turn back the page,&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen in ‘bout an age,&lt;br /&gt;As I leaf through I cannot weigh,&lt;br /&gt;On the heavy words my eyes now lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have then come to realize,&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze and scrutinize,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the words, to my surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Were from a soul and heart that cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I just insist?&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I can’t resist.&lt;br /&gt;My views were roofed before with mist,&lt;br /&gt;‘May have clouded my entire gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well rhyme or grime it doesn’t matter,&lt;br /&gt;My words may wane but I won’t bother,&lt;br /&gt;Coz my life now is in such a harmony,&lt;br /&gt;I believe ‘tis best than rhyme with agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1959801628634479999?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6709487162335853254</id><published>2009-05-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:18:05.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>isN't IT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When would you know if this is “it”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* when you can play with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can converse with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can laugh at each other&lt;br /&gt;* when you can have a laugh with each other&lt;br /&gt;* when doing crazy things with him is normal&lt;br /&gt;* when you find yourself smiling just in seeing him before closing your eyes at night and seeing him first as you wake in the morning&lt;br /&gt;* when you discover that he snores at night and it’s okay with you&lt;br /&gt;* and you wouldn’t mind getting used to it&lt;br /&gt;* when he drools while he sleeps and you find it funny&lt;br /&gt;* and you wouldn’t mind him drooling on your hair&lt;br /&gt;* when holding his hand has become part of your sleeping habits&lt;br /&gt;* when just looking at him and do nothing can be your sort of a past time&lt;br /&gt;* when you can get upset with him but later on you will be more upset for being upset with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* when you can argue with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can agree with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can disagree with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can agree to disagree with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can comprehend with his indefiniteness&lt;br /&gt;* when you can go unruly for a while and he wouldn’t mind&lt;br /&gt;* when he can go unruly for a while and you wouldn’t mind&lt;br /&gt;* when it seems that every curves of your body were perfectly made for his&lt;br /&gt;* when you love kissing him on all his body parts&lt;br /&gt;* and you’d love him to kiss you back&lt;br /&gt;* when you missed him because you didn’t see him the whole day&lt;br /&gt;* when keeping secrets from him makes you sick&lt;br /&gt;* when you can just tell anything to him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can have the worst time of your life with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you can have your most ordinary life events with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you’d love to have the best time of your life with him&lt;br /&gt;* when everyday seems a special day with him&lt;br /&gt;* when you love the thought of having him with you for the rest of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-and- YOU ARE MAKING IT HAPPEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Shu-oQrY8RI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XlWt-abLdBw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340072932684678834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ShvAChNZRrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gx4yhl-au3o/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6709487162335853254?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6709487162335853254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6709487162335853254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6709487162335853254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6709487162335853254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-it.html' title='isN&apos;t IT??'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ShvAChNZRrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gx4yhl-au3o/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1621510616883804658</id><published>2009-05-26T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:18:12.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>--&gt;tie-a-kNot&lt;--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ShuXk133yTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HzLVEuC1g9o/s1600-h/2connection-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340028442370361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ShuXk133yTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HzLVEuC1g9o/s200/2connection-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Do not stare—OBSERVE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not listen—COMPREHEND.&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk—CONVERSE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not just understand—be BROAD.&lt;br /&gt;Do not touch—FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be thoughtful—CARE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not give—SHARE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be thankful—APPRECIATE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not sympathize—EMPATHIZE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not show pity—be MERCIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Do not instruct—GUIDE.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be knowledgeable—be WISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of another’s existence is not enough; strive to make your presence be felt. Start to build connection with every individual you come across. Seize the strain that might arise from insensitivity. Live not because you are given life, but because you’re gifted with that grandeur opportunity -and- ability to communicate and bond with other individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1621510616883804658?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/1621510616883804658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=1621510616883804658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1621510616883804658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1621510616883804658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-be.html' title='--&gt;tie-a-kNot&lt;--'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ShuXk133yTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HzLVEuC1g9o/s72-c/2connection-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-502339365128719871</id><published>2009-05-17T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:59:02.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>[[ stuck ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How did I end up in this place?&lt;br /&gt;This situation?&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the life I prefer to lead?&lt;br /&gt;Did I plan for this?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions..&lt;br /&gt;Don't have even a single answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are out of my hands..&lt;br /&gt;And from now on..&lt;br /&gt;I decide not to make plans anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to live my life through the present..&lt;br /&gt;I will disregard the future and just reminisce the past..&lt;br /&gt;I will focus on the “now”..&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let my previous decisions affect my current condition..&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live a life without regrets and without inhibitions..&lt;br /&gt;I will not complain and won’t even explain..&lt;br /&gt;I intend to eliminate fear but still remain cautious..&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh at the ugliest humor and be tough for the most downside of my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday..&lt;br /&gt;Life amuses me..&lt;br /&gt;Surprises me and I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Changes me as well..&lt;br /&gt;But despite this continuous and consistent transmutation..&lt;br /&gt;I will strive to take a grip on what consists of my psyche..&lt;br /&gt;And though my reasons were altered and my ways were changed..&lt;br /&gt;I will always take hold of my principles..&lt;br /&gt;Be it from the past.. the present.. or the future..&lt;br /&gt;Because these principles are what made me..&lt;br /&gt;Is making me.. and will make me..&lt;br /&gt;ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--10/12/08]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[Qeshm, Iran]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-502339365128719871?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/502339365128719871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=502339365128719871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/502339365128719871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/502339365128719871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuck.html' title='[[ stuck ]]'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1147626983990317484</id><published>2009-05-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:45:13.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>..Definition..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;== esSeNce oF a reLatioNshiP ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is when you decide to live a life with somebody..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;regardless of how life decides to treat you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1147626983990317484?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/1147626983990317484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=1147626983990317484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1147626983990317484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1147626983990317484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition.html' title='..Definition..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5141547666958843809</id><published>2009-05-17T02:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:35:40.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>..choosing to stay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..to have a lasting relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..it doesn't mean that you must go for the right partner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..it is doing the right things and deciding to stay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..come what may..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..and it goes both ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_aG4imxEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CeucbZoyS-s/s1600-h/1_815274714l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336723895248929858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_aG4imxEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CeucbZoyS-s/s200/1_815274714l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5141547666958843809?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5141547666958843809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5141547666958843809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5141547666958843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5141547666958843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/choosing-to-stay.html' title='..choosing to stay..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_aG4imxEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CeucbZoyS-s/s72-c/1_815274714l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6051475200432042556</id><published>2009-05-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:30:30.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>+ obstacle +</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;problem comes out when something exceeds one's capacity to control or at least comprehend.. but since man has the ability to cogitate.. scrutinize through matters.. and adapt to every life's circumstance.. sooner or later.. he will understand.. absorb.. and cope with whatever difficulty he encounters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6051475200432042556?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6051475200432042556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6051475200432042556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6051475200432042556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6051475200432042556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/obstacle.html' title='+ obstacle +'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3481703585152793624</id><published>2009-05-17T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:17:49.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>..my music..my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_VuUj8tAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JJeswWiQFGw/s1600-h/1_768518246l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336719075227513858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_VuUj8tAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JJeswWiQFGw/s200/1_768518246l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..finally..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..my music has found me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..and plays with me the rhythm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..that soothes my very soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3481703585152793624?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3481703585152793624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3481703585152793624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3481703585152793624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3481703585152793624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-musicmy-life.html' title='..my music..my life..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sg_VuUj8tAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/JJeswWiQFGw/s72-c/1_768518246l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3739578479690084842</id><published>2009-04-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:11:04.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>aNother Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sfkyv-TLQHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kwOwE8HI3KY/s1600-h/love_letter_writting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330347433728360562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sfkyv-TLQHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kwOwE8HI3KY/s200/love_letter_writting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..with all the things that are occurring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.."overjoyed and contented" is an understatement of how i feel for having you here with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..could never be so thankful enough for going through all these with you never leaving my side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..i'm loving you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..they must be all jealous..(--,)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3739578479690084842?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Sfkyv-TLQHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kwOwE8HI3KY/s72-c/love_letter_writting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-66330321587012304</id><published>2009-03-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:58:45.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>++a GiFt++</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm goNna give yoU aLL i nEveR haD..i'm gonNa makE yOu feeL eMotioNs i nevEr feLt..i'm goNna bE to yoU whAt thEy nevEr weRe to mE..jUst be heRe my aNgeL..my LittLe aNgeL..aWait yOu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314800407889614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ScH2z9xclXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EMN3yVyENNE/s200/baby-bottle-i-stock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-66330321587012304?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/66330321587012304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=66330321587012304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/66330321587012304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/66330321587012304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gift.html' title='++a GiFt++'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/ScH2z9xclXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EMN3yVyENNE/s72-c/baby-bottle-i-stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1556437304766934264</id><published>2009-02-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:03:12.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>a Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SaEe0oe_LBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sS5nxT1MC_0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305555725588573202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SaEe0oe_LBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sS5nxT1MC_0/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You made me change in so many ways..&lt;br /&gt;And I love it..&lt;br /&gt;I love doing things with you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love our conversations..&lt;br /&gt;I love sleeping and waking up with you..&lt;br /&gt;Never been this happy..&lt;br /&gt;I love living everyday of my life with you..&lt;br /&gt;.. I LOVE YOU..Let’s stay together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1556437304766934264?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/1556437304766934264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=1556437304766934264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1556437304766934264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1556437304766934264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-letter.html' title='a Love Letter'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SaEe0oe_LBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sS5nxT1MC_0/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3194470133906084234</id><published>2009-02-22T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:28:50.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>++ L O V E ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..love gained is sweeter than love found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..love betrayed is much bitter than love lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3194470133906084234?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3194470133906084234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3194470133906084234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3194470133906084234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3194470133906084234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-o-v-e.html' title='++ L O V E ++'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4803278659927205430</id><published>2009-02-15T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:29:14.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>..feeL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..we touch because we want to feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..and we want to be felt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SZffXsWADDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5hTzfod_HSo/s1600-h/touch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302952684385471538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SZffXsWADDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5hTzfod_HSo/s320/touch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4803278659927205430?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4803278659927205430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4803278659927205430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4803278659927205430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4803278659927205430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/02/feel.html' title='..feeL..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SZffXsWADDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5hTzfod_HSo/s72-c/touch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4361916490086677673</id><published>2008-09-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:59:36.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>++ R E F U R B I S H ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SM6TTPjLFKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uGSvgdleMAU/s1600-h/refurbish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292574734062754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SM6TTPjLFKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uGSvgdleMAU/s320/refurbish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I haven’t been singing love songs lately,&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been writing sweet quotes but maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Someone from not too far away can save me,&lt;br /&gt;And bring me back what I may have lost completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to restore the rhythm that has long left my music,&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of my words, which once made me poetic,&lt;br /&gt;Don me with security when the rest seems chaotic,&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to get unruly when all appears to be static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past occurrences may have left me with loads of negativities,&lt;br /&gt;People may have come in and out with lack of sensitivity,&lt;br /&gt;Losing time, I sometimes feel, with all these immaturities,&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed, I try not to be, to keep with me my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in time my music will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Along with the poems that was meant for me only,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the pain that was caused by adversity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Offer me with nothing but love and fidelity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4361916490086677673?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4361916490086677673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4361916490086677673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4361916490086677673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4361916490086677673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/09/r-e-f-u-r-b-i-s-h.html' title='++ R E F U R B I S H ++'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SM6TTPjLFKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/uGSvgdleMAU/s72-c/refurbish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-768155851160976625</id><published>2008-08-09T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:41:12.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>-- one way --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SJ25bH3QZhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cA7h5gV2dDE/s1600-h/08-08-08_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232542217692800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SJ25bH3QZhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cA7h5gV2dDE/s200/08-08-08_0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If this is how life pitches the ball, then I’ll hit it with my hardest bat.&lt;br /&gt;If this is how life plays the music, then I’ll sing my best song with it.&lt;br /&gt;If this is how life runs the race, then I’ll step on my gas until the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might miss some balls, I might fall on some notes, and I might even meet sharp turns, but still, I will go through life however it proceeds. I won’t stop, I won’t recoil, and I won’t let anything impede me. Because in life, I discerned, turning back is never an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-768155851160976625?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/768155851160976625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=768155851160976625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/768155851160976625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/768155851160976625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-way.html' title='-- one way --'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SJ25bH3QZhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cA7h5gV2dDE/s72-c/08-08-08_0607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6659136152779020558</id><published>2008-07-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:07:47.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>--seEk FREE--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am a free bird and a free bird has always been my reverie.&lt;br /&gt;To prevail I have to disenthrall from this cage that ceases me.&lt;br /&gt;But as I set off, my wings are thwarted by an obscured snare.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to pull-free, I ought to be feisty to take the dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a free soul and a free soul I have incessantly longed to be.&lt;br /&gt;In order to thrive I must dispose these crutches that brace me.&lt;br /&gt;But as I do, each step becomes an obstacle I need to get past.&lt;br /&gt;Though crippling, to get through, conjuring vigor is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a free mind and a free mind I unfailingly sought to have.&lt;br /&gt;So I rummaged around for a profusion of wisdom I can grab.&lt;br /&gt;Though until now, I’m in the process of relentless cogitation.&lt;br /&gt;I will strive and will not be confounded by whatever realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6659136152779020558?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6659136152779020558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6659136152779020558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6659136152779020558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6659136152779020558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/07/seek-free.html' title='--seEk FREE--'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-9101582929387582826</id><published>2008-05-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:56:44.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>&lt;----insEnsiTivity---&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SCRO5lOpK6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a-b_crP6v7c/s1600-h/04102008(006)a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198366621045435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SCRO5lOpK6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a-b_crP6v7c/s320/04102008(006)a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Insensitivity is innate. It’s a given talent since birth. It cannot be acquired through intensive training or the like. There are no theories about it and aspiring individuals will only end up—destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-9101582929387582826?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/9101582929387582826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=9101582929387582826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9101582929387582826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9101582929387582826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='&lt;----insEnsiTivity---&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/SCRO5lOpK6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a-b_crP6v7c/s72-c/04102008(006)a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6464088013041600717</id><published>2008-04-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:54:22.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>aRouNd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'd rather be around people than be surrounded by them..&lt;br /&gt;for it calms me more to witness the events of their lives..&lt;br /&gt;than have them stare at every details of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6464088013041600717?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6464088013041600717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6464088013041600717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6464088013041600717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6464088013041600717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/04/around.html' title='aRouNd'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3213514052248340703</id><published>2008-04-03T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:57:18.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>Words of a Troubled Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What if tomorrow I drown?&lt;br /&gt;Will the wave that seizes me frown?&lt;br /&gt;Will the clouds that stare care to go down?&lt;br /&gt;Will the sun dare to put off his crown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What if for the next hour my heart stops beating?&lt;br /&gt;Will the bells cease ringing?&lt;br /&gt;Will the wind refrain from blowing?&lt;br /&gt;Will the river quit flowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if at this very moment I die?&lt;br /&gt;Will the birds cry?&lt;br /&gt;Will the leaves turn dry?&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s all just a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R_XE39RpfJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gJNIxFwZt08/s1600-h/Fallen_Angel_deviantID_by_so_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185267011607428242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R_XE39RpfJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gJNIxFwZt08/s320/Fallen_Angel_deviantID_by_so_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3213514052248340703?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3213514052248340703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3213514052248340703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3213514052248340703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3213514052248340703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-of-troubled-mind.html' title='Words of a Troubled Mind'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R_XE39RpfJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gJNIxFwZt08/s72-c/Fallen_Angel_deviantID_by_so_close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6894936297917332903</id><published>2008-03-23T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:26:34.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>&lt;&lt; THE TOXIC PROVIDER &gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180834339069983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-YFYdRpfHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XV2Bc9loOUc/s320/Becoming_Real___Final.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;suffocating it is to be with such a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he who provides but destroys at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;little by little you’ll drown as he meddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;distorts your senses as he becomes an intruder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cognizant he claims of all the matters that surround him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;blames the world but him for every adversity that springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oblivious he may seem from the throbbing he induces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tormenting it will be whether you regard him or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;feigns that you are accorded to construct your own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but discretely he manipulates every move you compose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alters your judgment which disrupts your cogitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;suffuses your mind with loads of uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;his means are concealed rather than conspicuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;leaves you suspended at the midst of confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;submission will only deliver you in agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for the toxic provider slaughters and smothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6894936297917332903?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6894936297917332903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6894936297917332903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6894936297917332903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6894936297917332903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&lt;&lt; THE TOXIC PROVIDER &gt;&gt;'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-YFYdRpfHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XV2Bc9loOUc/s72-c/Becoming_Real___Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-380282153142156865</id><published>2008-01-27T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:16:33.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>**divErSioN**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"people always want to find perfection in everything they see that they tend to conceal themselves from a faulty scene.. in effect.. faults are blamed onto another entity" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--08/09/07]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-380282153142156865?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/380282153142156865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=380282153142156865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/380282153142156865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/380282153142156865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/01/divertion.html' title='**divErSioN**'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-8886851600275621931</id><published>2008-01-23T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:14:28.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>-- F - e - u - D --</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feels like standing in the middle of everything,&lt;br /&gt;So I stood still to fathom what is occurring,&lt;br /&gt;Though through my sight all things are blurring,&lt;br /&gt;Little by little events turn out to be glaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things around me are moving in a fast pace,&lt;br /&gt;They’re in a motion that seems impossible to chase,&lt;br /&gt;To tag along I stared and kept my gaze,&lt;br /&gt;For I fear a blink would leave me in a maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So and so, I tried to follow the track,&lt;br /&gt;But each step only pulled me twice back,&lt;br /&gt;However I try to construct my own rack,&lt;br /&gt;The more it becomes a cycle I have no way to hack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in a state of being truly confused,&lt;br /&gt;For I am neither appreciated nor abused,&lt;br /&gt;And before I end up being totally subdued,&lt;br /&gt;I need to purge from this seeming self feud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158736986200625906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R5eD9PAoUvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-SARPDuA2NE/s320/wall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-8886851600275621931?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/8886851600275621931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=8886851600275621931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8886851600275621931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8886851600275621931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2008/01/f-e-u-d.html' title='-- F - e - u - D --'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R5eD9PAoUvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-SARPDuA2NE/s72-c/wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6032015939930583603</id><published>2007-12-31T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T06:18:46.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>*nEw yEaR's eVe*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R3j6C1-7J9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xr6OE24c4Tw/s1600-h/3904540939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150141100655847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R3j6C1-7J9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xr6OE24c4Tw/s320/3904540939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coming shortly is a new year&lt;br /&gt;But yet things seem unclear&lt;br /&gt;Though I have some company here&lt;br /&gt;Still feel nobody’s with me near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed with such haste&lt;br /&gt;Some things were perceived with grace&lt;br /&gt;Others, desolately, have gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;Every single journey appeared to be a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fireworks I hear from outside my window&lt;br /&gt;I’m oblivious to what this coming year shall bestow&lt;br /&gt;Will things go high for me or low?&lt;br /&gt;That, I suppose, is what I need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6032015939930583603?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6032015939930583603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6032015939930583603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6032015939930583603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6032015939930583603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-years-eve.html' title='*nEw yEaR&apos;s eVe*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R3j6C1-7J9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xr6OE24c4Tw/s72-c/3904540939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4778310130057745721</id><published>2007-11-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:21:23.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>*brokenHURT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rzun_FuGQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ajscVoHA2VE/s1600-h/heart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132880902627935218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rzun_FuGQ_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ajscVoHA2VE/s200/heart3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the heart can only be broken once.. you may find someone who could gather all the pieces together.. but no one can ever put it back the way it was.. it's like a deep cut.. the wound may heal.. but the scar will remain.. forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4778310130057745721?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4778310130057745721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3324660886791893317</id><published>2007-11-14T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:51:25.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>--i am sorry i'm not sorry--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have not been the ideal person for you. My treatment to you may not conform to our custom and people may find my actions peculiar. I may have violated some of your rules and though it doesn’t show, guilt was eating me every time I’ve wronged you. But of all the transgressions I’ve committed, self-reproach has left me this time. I was sorry for breaking your rule. But I’m sorry as well for not feeling sorry for what I did. I know you think it’s wrong and you believe it’s unconventional, but I have my own reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It’s not about breaking rules anymore, or breaking one’s trust. It’s about being responsible and mature enough to stand with your decisions. It’s pushing through your limit but at the same time putting up another set of rules, not for others but for yourself. Setting your own limitations and constructing your guidelines in accordance with your own principles and set of standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I can make you understand and see things through my perspective but I know it’s impossible. You may want to hear more of my reasons but I will refuse because I’m afraid it will only complicate matters. I’m not good at expressing myself, or expounding my thoughts, or defending myself, because when I do, I often lose myself, I tear apart, and nothing will make sense.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rzum6VuGQ-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/filAitB7B50/s1600-h/10182007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132879721511928802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rzum6VuGQ-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/filAitB7B50/s320/10182007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3324660886791893317?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3324660886791893317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3324660886791893317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3324660886791893317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3324660886791893317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-sorry-im-not-sorry.html' title='--i am sorry i&apos;m not sorry--'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rzum6VuGQ-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/filAitB7B50/s72-c/10182007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-8970843869890774174</id><published>2007-11-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:41:32.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>..reality check..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;.. most people say they have forgiven and forgotten.. but.. were they convinced?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-8970843869890774174?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/8970843869890774174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=8970843869890774174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8970843869890774174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8970843869890774174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/11/reality-check.html' title='..reality check..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4810491350311713661</id><published>2007-10-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:36:48.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>ForgEt yoU.. ForGet yOu Not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;forgetting seems hard especially if there is always something there to remind you.. (kanta yun ah?! (--,))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny and distressing.. because every time you strive to get over things.. there are various entities that will suddenly come out just to impede with your memories again.. things may be.. or places.. or people.. or even shallow reasons.. avoiding is way impossible to do.. you will only end up in denial but.. the 'aching part' is still within.. it's always easy to tell yourself that you wouldn't be affected anymore and that you've already moved on.. but convincing yourself is difficult.. you may project to everyone else that you're doing good but your own eyes can never deceive them.. for some reasons one may not understand.. 'diverting your attention' is always on top of everyone else's to-do list in terms of dealing with this situation.. but we have to admit.. no one has gone successful - fully - using this kind of strategy.. again.. you will only end up in denial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once read in a book that if you want to get past the hurt.. or any emotion.. you have to ‘learn to detach’.. and by detaching.. ‘you have to throw yourself first to your emotions.. you have to dive in and experience fully either the pain.. the love.. or the grief’.. after recognizing these emotions.. detachment should take its place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDvAEA7iII/AAAAAAAAAN0/cRybkg4x4k8/s1600-h/ac398d4a771a1f7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125359160304306306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDvAEA7iII/AAAAAAAAAN0/cRybkg4x4k8/s320/ac398d4a771a1f7c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seems useful.. but still complicated.. because i don’t think it will be that easy to detach yourself from something you’ve just plunged into.. one fact to consider is that you might get used to your emotions during the process.. but what if it’s pain? or grief? it is very unhealthy to get used to the feeling of hurting and grieving.. it will only make you worse.. as well as the life you were trying to make better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgetting.. i believe.. is a lifetime process.. however you deal with your emotions.. its depth may change in time.. but one cruel truth is.. forgetting is unattainable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4810491350311713661?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4810491350311713661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4810491350311713661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4810491350311713661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4810491350311713661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/10/forget-you-forget-you-not.html' title='ForgEt yoU.. ForGet yOu Not..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDvAEA7iII/AAAAAAAAAN0/cRybkg4x4k8/s72-c/ac398d4a771a1f7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5436437639852409434</id><published>2007-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:05:28.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>'abstrusePSYCHE'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDTTUA7iHI/AAAAAAAAANs/qf_PCCB0tUo/s1600-h/chained.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125328704691210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDTTUA7iHI/AAAAAAAAANs/qf_PCCB0tUo/s320/chained.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in the midst of nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;searching through darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;embracing loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;comprehending vagueness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;befriending uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;playing with vulnerabilties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;absorbing obscurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;appreciating difficulties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;drudging malfunctions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;living with illusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;addicted to intrusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;slave of temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5436437639852409434?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5436437639852409434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5436437639852409434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5436437639852409434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5436437639852409434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/10/abstrusepsyche.html' title='&apos;abstrusePSYCHE&apos;'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RyDTTUA7iHI/AAAAAAAAANs/qf_PCCB0tUo/s72-c/chained.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-146045382932528342</id><published>2007-09-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:12:24.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>HhmmM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's no problem in drowning..staying alive is where we'll find the complications..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-146045382932528342?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/146045382932528342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=146045382932528342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/146045382932528342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/146045382932528342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hhmmm.html' title='HhmmM...'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5995493403182082657</id><published>2007-08-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:20:19.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>LookiNg foR My bRokeBaCk*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just the other night, I watched “Brokeback Mountain” on DVD. I believe the movie was a hit but then some friends warned me that I might fall asleep while watching the movie. For the record, I didn’t fall asleep. Actually, I found myself contemplating after I watched the movie. It was such a sad story. It made me feel sad. Very seldom would a movie take an effect on me after watching it. Surprisingly, this movie is one of those. I was intrigued before of how the movie would go having an unusual theme. But then as I watched the movie, the story itself caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film tells a story about forsaken love due to the confirmation to society. But through time, they realized how deep their feelings are for each other that they even found a way to still be connected and be together. What caught me here was the realization that time itself cannot erase or change what a person really feels. They both have their own lives and yet, they still find themselves longing for each other. It made me realize how regretful it will be to walk away from something or someone who really means a lot to you. That no matter what we do, if the feeling is true, it will never leave us and we will eventually find ourselves looking forward the day to be with the one we really love. They may be wrong about the lies they keep from their families and their love can never justify what they do but still, I somehow admire how they find a way to express their love for each other. That they’d even go beyond their boundaries. I’m not saying that I favor infidelity. It will never be right. It’s just that I find their love to be very powerful that it binds them through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even envy them for they have the “Brokeback Mountain” to go back to every time. I’ve lost a love and like them, it &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsXl9VuMMWI/AAAAAAAAANk/KpPGjgI_oRQ/s1600-h/164381722_d74c7d8070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099734995032617314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsXl9VuMMWI/AAAAAAAAANk/KpPGjgI_oRQ/s320/164381722_d74c7d8070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would be very wrong to have the flame back because like them, we both have our own commitments. But unlike them, I have no idea if I’d be able to express myself on the other line. Until now, I’m wishing for my own “Brokeback Mountain” to go back to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5995493403182082657?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5995493403182082657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5995493403182082657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5995493403182082657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5995493403182082657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-for-my-brokeback.html' title='LookiNg foR My bRokeBaCk*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsXl9VuMMWI/AAAAAAAAANk/KpPGjgI_oRQ/s72-c/164381722_d74c7d8070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1287363377606075368</id><published>2007-08-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:49:23.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>--cuTs aNd bRuiSes--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsSN81uMMUI/AAAAAAAAANU/QSTP_j_zFM0/s1600-h/3178365c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099356754442727746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsSN81uMMUI/AAAAAAAAANU/QSTP_j_zFM0/s320/3178365c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Promises, they say, are always meant to be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you must swear it’s still best, to leave things unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Better do what you intend, than speak of it often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fall short to keep your word; sure a heart will cut open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Funny how it is to hear those words which sounds so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Genuine it may seem all that’s uttered in every bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But grief will enfold as you uncover the deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don’t you ever succumb or the misery won’t fleet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hardships you will find to recuperate from the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Things will be more complicated each time you complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Complexities may come but you need to keep you sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coz in time you will heal though the memories remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1287363377606075368?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/1287363377606075368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=1287363377606075368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1287363377606075368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1287363377606075368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='--cuTs aNd bRuiSes--'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RsSN81uMMUI/AAAAAAAAANU/QSTP_j_zFM0/s72-c/3178365c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4892169378125286736</id><published>2007-08-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:45:09.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>con--CERN--able</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rr83P_88_cI/AAAAAAAAANE/6GFc0QmL6pQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097854051211345346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rr83P_88_cI/AAAAAAAAANE/6GFc0QmL6pQ/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Discern what is concealable… Conceal what is discernible…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We could learn everything about life through living life itself. We just have to be keen and broad. Do not limit yourself to perceive what is apparent. Extend your mind beyond what is obvious. Things are not always what they seem to be. Though sometimes, some things are better obscured than revealed. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt; binds, but under rare circumstance, it could &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cripple&lt;/span&gt; and much worse—&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;annihilate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4892169378125286736?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4892169378125286736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4892169378125286736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4892169378125286736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4892169378125286736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/08/con-cern.html' title='con--CERN--able'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rr83P_88_cI/AAAAAAAAANE/6GFc0QmL6pQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3301599819023930150</id><published>2007-08-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:28:05.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>'destineME'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096377321195896242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rrn4K_88_bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9G1KM4evzy8/s320/elmadero%2707+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finding a partner is one of the most crucial things one could ever decide on---that’s if it’s really meant to be decided. We always hear people say that they were destined for each other or destiny brought them together. But, are we really to blame destiny or is it all a matter of deciding if we want to end up with that certain person or not? Is destiny for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All people are connected by a thin line, which means that no matter how we try to choose whom to bump to or to talk to in our everyday struggle, we will always fail for we are all connected with each other by all means. People come and go in our lives, mostly, regardless of our consent. One day we will meet this person and the other day the other will step out of our life. Sometimes we get to be acquainted with someone and then it all ends there—you were nothing but acquaintances. But sometimes, we just met someone across the street not knowing that that person will play a huge part in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we meet someone is when we can say that destiny has brought us something but it has to stop there. We should never leave it to the “wherever destiny should take us” thing. After that phase in our life, it’s all up to our preferences if how deep we would want to get involved with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say choosing our partner is crucial because ‘trial and error’ will never be applicable to that. We will only end up shattered if we stick with that kind of scheme redundantly. Having a partner will take a big effect on our life, be it major or minor: decision making, way of living, everyday routine, and a lot more. It’s all because we decided to share a life with someone. It may not change who we are but it is where we start to make considerations for the person we decided to spend life with. So ‘trial and error’ is a no-no. Imagine going through several failed relationships and ending up with another failure—it surely will break us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not implying here that once we meet someone and decided to be with that someone for the rest of our life, we should stick with that someone even things went wrong. It is still for us to decide whether we still like to keep the relationship or not. If things can still be fixed and we feel—and think—that we can still live a life with that person, then go. But if we can see that being with that person will only make things horrible, letting go is our last resort. It will be the best thing for anyone involved in the relationship. We shouldn’t stick with a person because we think destiny put us together and we believe that it is our duty to keep our bind together even if we don’t see things to be turning out right. Remember that destiny did not decide to bind us together. We chose to be together so it will also depend on our decision if we still want to keep the bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to remember that we will never find in a single being all the traits and personalities we are looking for. We just have to choose and decide who among them stands out. From that, we must learn to comprehend whatever flaws they have, which we will discover to be plenty, in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we have to keep in mind from the very start… &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t let destiny decide for you, choose your own destiny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3301599819023930150?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3301599819023930150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3301599819023930150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3301599819023930150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3301599819023930150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/08/destineme.html' title='&apos;destineME&apos;'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rrn4K_88_bI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9G1KM4evzy8/s72-c/elmadero%2707+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4889864819219832652</id><published>2007-08-06T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:14:19.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>`strEwn...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;'been pretty much occupied with thoughts and ideas lately.. but then it seems that something's giving me a hard time putting it altogether..hahay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4889864819219832652?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4889864819219832652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4889864819219832652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4889864819219832652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4889864819219832652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/08/blank.html' title='`strEwn...........'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5005514239802776638</id><published>2007-07-19T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:02:43.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>wHat No onE kNows woN't huRt...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We do several things for several reasons. Most of the time, we choose to do things in a conventional way or in a way, which conforms to the society that surrounds us. But sometimes, we still do things with negligence on how deviant our acts are becoming or, it could be that we are very much aware that what we do is against the norm but still, we try to find reasons to justify our actions. But, regardless of however we try to justify our means, the fact that we are deviating from the norm will always be discernible and will always be condemnable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RqAcQDFdcMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zmuIWHjIWs0/s1600-h/captive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089098640960352450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RqAcQDFdcMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zmuIWHjIWs0/s200/captive.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, in able to save ourselves from the negative criticisms and because of our eagerness to pursue what we are doing, we stick to the idea of --- “what no one knows won’t hurt”. But then, we have to keep in mind that we, ourselves, are the ones involved in the scenario. Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;self-involvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;self-awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of our actions, which equates to none other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;self-infliction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5005514239802776638?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5005514239802776638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5005514239802776638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5005514239802776638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5005514239802776638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-no-one-knows-wont-hurt.html' title='wHat No onE kNows woN&apos;t huRt...?'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RqAcQDFdcMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zmuIWHjIWs0/s72-c/captive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-7625015231441736470</id><published>2007-06-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:55:25.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>heaR mE &gt;:0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoclilReLQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3WJJ_VhVGws/s1600-h/pix+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082071980562066690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoclilReLQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3WJJ_VhVGws/s200/pix+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am what i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i am who i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i do not impair you nor interfere with your ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i follow my own preferences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i live with my own idea of existence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i don't have to keep up with your expectations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if you cannot comprehend with my inclinations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;would that have to be my problem???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-7625015231441736470?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/7625015231441736470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=7625015231441736470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7625015231441736470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7625015231441736470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/hear-me-0.html' title='heaR mE &gt;:0'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoclilReLQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3WJJ_VhVGws/s72-c/pix+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-603534826605959739</id><published>2007-06-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:13:21.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>pLayiNg LiFe''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoSicFReLNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OJzjVBr63Ms/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081364882916256978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoSicFReLNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OJzjVBr63Ms/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn’t just about conforming to the environment you are in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It’s like a game; it’s not all about breaking or abiding with the rule.&lt;br /&gt;It’s about being creative enough in playing while being fair to yourself as well as with the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s also about enjoying the game but still keeping up with your goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-603534826605959739?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/603534826605959739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=603534826605959739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/603534826605959739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/603534826605959739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/playing-life.html' title='pLayiNg LiFe&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoSicFReLNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OJzjVBr63Ms/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-1277721718512646764</id><published>2007-06-28T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:44:15.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>spLittinG seLf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We all have multiple personalities. Some just know how to deal with it while others end up torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081056336760679586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoOJ0VReLKI/AAAAAAAAALk/0XEUzMf6gkw/s200/pix+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;True. Why? It’s because we act differently in front of different people. Why? It’s even because we play different roles to them. To some people we are friends while to others we are rivals. Sometimes we play the role of a listener but with others we have all the floors for talking. For some we are the tough ones but to others we are the weaklings. We sometimes have the widest room for understanding but at some instances we constrict our mind to certain ideas. We may have a single outlook in life or a single principle we believe in but we have to admit that we treat people differently from each other so we appear dissimilar to each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following reasons, I think, are to be considered for such tendencies: &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; people have different roles in our life that we just play what we believe are our roles to them in return, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; we perceive people differently and we just try to deal with them as how we see them, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; we understand that there are ways people wanted to be treated and we just conform to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we are unaware that we act diversely in some ways. It could be because it’s in our routine. But for some people, they lose grip of their personalities that’s why they end up lost and even worse – torn apart. They lose track of their real purpose and end up being a slave of uncontrollable tendencies instead of navigating their own lives. They keep on conforming to the society they are in and then forgetting their own ideology. That is where they lose their “self”, the sense of having their own identity, judgment, and concept of the life they want to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-1277721718512646764?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/1277721718512646764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=1277721718512646764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1277721718512646764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/1277721718512646764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/splitting-self.html' title='spLittinG seLf..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RoOJ0VReLKI/AAAAAAAAALk/0XEUzMf6gkw/s72-c/pix+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-431326613899798311</id><published>2007-06-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:42:18.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>-','- tik - tak -,',-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rnvz7sGpQBI/AAAAAAAAALc/oU6t6Xx9ih4/s1600-h/time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078921211567226898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rnvz7sGpQBI/AAAAAAAAALc/oU6t6Xx9ih4/s320/time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Time really runs fast, as well as the opportunities and events that if we’ll try to ponder about it--- just passed through our senses in a blink. Lots of things happened, some of which we are very much in control of while others just took place regardless of our consent. But at some point, no matter how we tried holding on to something, and even if we drew so much effort just to make things right for us, it just simply wouldn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-431326613899798311?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/431326613899798311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=431326613899798311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/431326613899798311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/431326613899798311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tik-tak.html' title='-&apos;,&apos;- tik - tak -,&apos;,-'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rnvz7sGpQBI/AAAAAAAAALc/oU6t6Xx9ih4/s72-c/time.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-2975870800033244475</id><published>2007-06-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:01:10.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>`star gaze..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RnqnVMGpQAI/AAAAAAAAALU/Yh_KEPIcbyI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078555512281841666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RnqnVMGpQAI/AAAAAAAAALU/Yh_KEPIcbyI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I had a funny story some weeks ago. I heard from a news program on television about a meteor shower happening on a Saturday midnight that week. So what I did was set my phone to alarm 15 minutes before midnight to remind me of the event. Saturday arrived and since I was doing nothing that night, I decided to stand by on our terrace earlier so that I will not miss the show. At 11:30 I was already sitting and staring at the stars. An hour has passed but I still don’t see anything. I thought that there was only a delay and that they just predicted the time inaccurately so I still waited. After 15 minutes I was thrilled because I finally saw a shooting star, so I gazed again because I was expecting that I’ll be seeing lots of falling stars. I was even avoiding blinking because I don’t want to miss a single star. But to my dismay, nothing else followed. I waited until 1:30 am but still not a single star fell. So I gave up. I went back into my room and throw myself on my bed. As I was lying, I suddenly felt stupid for what I did and laughed at myself. I can’t imagine I really waited that long just to watch the meteor shower and for believing that it will really happen. But then I thought what if I was gazing at the wrong direction? What if I did not wait long enough or maybe the meteor shower happened earlier before I went out? My only consolation was the single shooting star I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOOL!!! (--,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-2975870800033244475?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/2975870800033244475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=2975870800033244475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/2975870800033244475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/2975870800033244475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/star-gaze.html' title='`star gaze..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RnqnVMGpQAI/AAAAAAAAALU/Yh_KEPIcbyI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6203417695396915475</id><published>2007-06-06T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:48:34.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>*haRd iT is*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it’s hard to let go of someone you truly love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but at some instances.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it’s harder to leave someone who loves you the most..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;especially when you’re aware that you mean the world to him.. and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; shows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--07/13/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072993426554306434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RmbkpMGpP4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NIhpjKYVKvI/s200/ano+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6203417695396915475?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6203417695396915475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6203417695396915475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6203417695396915475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6203417695396915475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/06/hard-it-is.html' title='*haRd iT is*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RmbkpMGpP4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NIhpjKYVKvI/s72-c/ano+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5371972759445991562</id><published>2007-05-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:50:52.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>- saD Fact -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rlmv8_3lhrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HSiH1zq_LAo/s1600-h/pix+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069276318053795506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rlmv8_3lhrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HSiH1zq_LAo/s200/pix+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;One sad thing is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;needing someone but not knowing if that someone wants to be needed by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--02/13/07]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5371972759445991562?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5371972759445991562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5371972759445991562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5371972759445991562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5371972759445991562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/05/sad-fact.html' title='- saD Fact -'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rlmv8_3lhrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HSiH1zq_LAo/s72-c/pix+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3986592806996240733</id><published>2007-05-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:43:19.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>- LonEly foOtpriNt -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Living alone is like walking on sand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkKms3eJflI/AAAAAAAAAJs/82FXaer1iHo/s1600-h/seastuff11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062792220852715090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkKms3eJflI/AAAAAAAAAJs/82FXaer1iHo/s400/seastuff11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and leaving only a footprint behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3986592806996240733?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3986592806996240733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3986592806996240733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3986592806996240733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3986592806996240733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/05/lonely-footprint.html' title='- LonEly foOtpriNt -'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkKms3eJflI/AAAAAAAAAJs/82FXaer1iHo/s72-c/seastuff11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6513865030355680026</id><published>2007-05-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:39:45.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>seLf-infLictEd pAin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkITkXeJfkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a3lx0XyOC7M/s1600-h/leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062630446614543938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkITkXeJfkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a3lx0XyOC7M/s320/leave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;It’s strange how we hurt others by leaving them, only to let ourselves get hurt. But it’s stranger how we let others hurt us when we can easily get out of the situation and free ourselves from the devastation they could bring us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--10/01/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Situations like these really happen. Someone leaves an old flame for a new one feeling dissatisfied with what he/she has. But then sometimes things turn out differently like getting hurt by the new flame he’s/she’s with. But what’s strange is how one tolerates the pain he/she receives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s because we are naturally inclined to challenges. We sometimes hear people complain about how insensitive their partners are and that how they are mistreated but still keep the relationship. Challenge could be one of the reasons although no one will admit it and no one will think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is challenged to keep a relationship because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He/she believes that he/she has the ability to change one’s heart,&lt;br /&gt;- He/she would like to believe that they need time to grow together and in time things will be all right,&lt;br /&gt;- Unconsciously, one loves playing the role of a martyr,&lt;br /&gt;- He/she believes enduring pain will lead to happiness even though it seems never ending,&lt;br /&gt;- He/she thinks that he/she is really in love to be able to endure such pain,&lt;br /&gt;- He/she realized that he/she left someone worth keeping for someone who, he/she thinks, is less but wants to prove everybody wrong and do everything to make the relationship look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain can sometimes be tolerable but we must be aware when to end it. Sometimes we become so blinded of the things we used to think that our significant other could give us that we always look forward to those things ignoring the real situation or state of the relationship. Some relationships are worth keeping or worth saving but if they are not doing any good to us, we should be prepared to take the challenge of losing that flame or else, that same flame will burn us and will leave nothing but ashes of regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkHsIneJfhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SdHWxJOaPDo/s1600-h/leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6513865030355680026?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6513865030355680026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6513865030355680026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6513865030355680026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6513865030355680026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/05/self-inflicted-pain.html' title='seLf-infLictEd pAin'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RkITkXeJfkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/a3lx0XyOC7M/s72-c/leave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3578749784721720034</id><published>2007-04-27T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:49:32.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>dEm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RjH_RXeJfgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/51e1I-jEuKo/s1600-h/new+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058104530337103362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RjH_RXeJfgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/51e1I-jEuKo/s200/new+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Earlier this afternoon I was composing an article, which I was supposed to post here in my blog. But I wasn’t able to finish it because I needed to go somewhere so I decided to get back to it this evening. So I went out and do what my mom asked me to do while still spending some thoughts about the article I’m writing. As soon as I got back I hurried into my room and turned my computer on and get back to what I started earlier. I reread the first two paragraphs I did and when I was to start typing again, something weird happened. I can’t finish even a single sentence. All the things I thought of writing earlier were gone. The words have left me. Something altered my thoughts. Could it be the sadness I’m feeling lately? Because lately I just came to realize that I’m not over my heartache completely. Lately it just came to me that I’m still waiting for something to happen, which is of course favorable to me. And just lately I realized how such stupid was I!&lt;br /&gt;I am done being miserable. I’m done with the hunger strike and avoiding people thing but what’s bothering me now is the thought that I am still WAITING! Such a pathetic thought! Tomorrow is the BIG day. There is no turning back after tomorrow and all hopes are going to die out after tomorrow. TOMORROW SUCKS! As well as them!DEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3578749784721720034?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578749784721720034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3578749784721720034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3578749784721720034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3578749784721720034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/04/dem.html' title='dEm!'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RjH_RXeJfgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/51e1I-jEuKo/s72-c/new+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3594435707159346757</id><published>2007-04-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:56:31.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>nOt LoVe buT LiFe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Don’t look for someone whom you could share love for the rest of your life. Be with the one whom you can share life even if you take out love and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--02/12/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Often, we are asked about the characteristics or standards that meet our ideal partners. And often, we give the same answers such as; kind, caring, thoughtful, witty, patient, and most of all, someone who will love us back till death to us part. We often believe that love alone is the foundation of a relationship and love alone can withstand every trial that will come between couples. But, what is really essential in finding a partner? What should really be your standards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are trying to find the perfect someone for us, for we believe that if we found that someone, we will happily spend our life with that person. Once we decide to commit with someone, a vow always follows. We vow to be with our partner for whenever, however, and whatever it takes. We vow to understand, respect, and protect each other by all means. We vow to love each other for the rest of our lives. But, should love really be the basis to fulfill all these vows? Do love really lasts a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are unique in our own ways, that’s why we are called individuals. When we decide to commit with someone, we don’t become one, we are still two individuals who just decided to share a life together. We still have different interests, moods, opinions, although we have similarities that made us jive together. As the relationship grows, the individuals concerning that relationship also grow. But the tendency is that some grow together while others grow apart and that is the sad part. Once they grow apart, they will eventually come to a decision to live apart from each other and that is where the relationship fails. What happens now to the vows made during the commitment? It all went to nothing. Ask the big question “WHY did the relationship fail?” and the answer is simple. It’s either one of them fell out of love, or both of them did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053903952148469986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RiMS3iTAmOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n64C_NtAPlc/s320/new+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learning how to drive and committing ourselves with someone have similarities. When we decided that we want to learn how to drive, we always get nervous during our first few practices. We’re afraid of bumping onto something or breaking the car. But after going through that scary part, thrill comes when we finally learn how to drive. We often feel overwhelmed with the new skill we learned. It was like a very special skill for us. There will come a time that all we want to do is to drive all day and we won’t even feel tired. But then, as time passes, the thrill we felt when we first learned how to drive will wear out. We did not decide to loose the thrill but it just wears out naturally -- we got used to driving -- but the thing is, even if the thrill is gone, our driving skill is still there. And no matter what we do, we could never forget or take away that skill we’ve learned. We will always possess the skill of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we decide to commit, we always think first of what ifs. What if he/she doesn’t really love me or what if we are not destined for each other? We are often afraid to make a decision because we are afraid to make mistakes and break our hearts. After thinking things through and we finally decided to commit, we’ll be on the stage of being the happiest person in the world because we thought that we were right with our decision. We really are in-love and that we really are meant for each other and we vow to be together forever. But in a relationship, like in driving, we will also get used to some things that we often do or we normally do. Things will become a routine, something like a cycle. In time, even the most special feeling we believe that keeps the relationship will also wear out, LOVE. Then we will ask ourselves, “How could this happen? We were so in love then. And we vowed to be in-love forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In entering a commitment, assurance about staying in-love for the rest of your life should never be the only basis. It is not the most important thing in keeping the relationship. Naturally, things wear out, even our feelings that we never had the slightest idea of giving up. It is a fact that our love for the person is the main factor that helps us in decision-making with regards to committing ourselves, but we have to consider some other things. There are still other questions we have to ask ourselves like, can I stand living my life with him/her even if things went upside down? Can I live with all his/her not so pleasant manners and habits? Can I accept all his/her flaws and not get tired of it? Remember that once we commit to someone, that someone becomes our constant companion. We vowed to share a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with our partner and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;not just love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That even love wears out -- loyalty, respect, honesty, or in other words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, should still remain. That way, we get to keep our vows, as well as the relationship we treasure the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3594435707159346757?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3594435707159346757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3594435707159346757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3594435707159346757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3594435707159346757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-love-but-life.html' title='nOt LoVe buT LiFe..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/RiMS3iTAmOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/n64C_NtAPlc/s72-c/new+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6920656550018301554</id><published>2007-04-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:59:27.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>-- sTraNGeR --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rhu8ZCTAl4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kGcY25dxjQ0/s1600-h/stranger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051838545325496194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rhu8ZCTAl4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kGcY25dxjQ0/s320/stranger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every time we face the world.. we see a whole bunch of strangers.. but if you get to stare at your &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt; facing the world.. you’ll see no difference between the world and your own figure.. for both will be strangers to you.. only.. at some instances.. oddity comes out when you find yourself more of a stranger than the world that you are trying to figure out..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6920656550018301554?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6920656550018301554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6920656550018301554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6920656550018301554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6920656550018301554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/04/stranger.html' title='-- sTraNGeR --'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/Rhu8ZCTAl4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kGcY25dxjQ0/s72-c/stranger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-985767960187983497</id><published>2007-03-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:06:58.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>ReMaininG pieCes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've lost a piece.. and it affected the most part of me.. almost every detail of what i am was altered.. unconsciously.. i was secluding myself from the people and things that surround me.. i was pretty much close to devastation.. regret was suffocating me.. i sank in sadness.. i let myself drown into sorrow.. i grieved.. and i let all the pain dwell upon me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8258/puzzlepiecekq2.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/8258/puzzlepiecekq2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i drowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. and by drowning.. i started to see things in a clearer view.. i've been illuminated by a thought that would have never come to me if i locked myself up in denial of the pain.. and though i went through a hard time contemplating on my miseries.. i've come to realize that all the feelings: regrets, sadness, and sorrow.. all of them commenced from our own decisions.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are all in charge of our feelings and we should never let our feelings take in charge of us&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; it is for us to decide on how are we going to respond on the events of our life.. and with that i have come up with a decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've made a decision.. i don't want to live a life full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'what might have been'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'if only'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'what ifs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. i don't want to get used to the sentiment of sadness, loneliness, and sorrow.. though it's impossible to forget that phase of my life, it will be all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'that was'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me.. most importantly.. i've decided not to get hurt every time my eyes will gaze at that empty space in my puzzle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i may have lost a piece.. but there are still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pieces remaining in my puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I need to take care of and hold firmly in their place.. and though my puzzle will be left incomplete.. i believe that new pieces will come to me and though nothing could replace and fit in that empty space.. i know that i could still build another puzzle out of the new pieces that will soon arrive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-985767960187983497?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/985767960187983497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=985767960187983497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/985767960187983497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/985767960187983497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/03/remaining-pieces.html' title='ReMaininG pieCes*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-8634576721731805303</id><published>2007-03-22T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:52:23.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>miSsinG pieCe parT II*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/8996/tears1fo2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/8996/tears1fo2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was too careless.. i was too slack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i spent so much time thinking about this and that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was indecisive and that's a fact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;such a coward to take the risk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so scared to get out of my league..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;time is fast and before i knew it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my piece has already taken a leap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've lost a piece and it's almost impairing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the pain is striking and inside i am grieving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;silently i weep to conceal that i'm hurting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for how long.. i don't know.. but in sadness i am sinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-8634576721731805303?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/8634576721731805303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=8634576721731805303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8634576721731805303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8634576721731805303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/03/missing-piece-ii.html' title='miSsinG pieCe parT II*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-7750541106088829051</id><published>2007-03-09T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:43:14.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>miSsinG pieCe*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/383/copy4oftagaytay055cm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/383/copy4oftagaytay055cm8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;each piece in our puzzle is unique.. each plays a different role in our puzzle.. some of the pieces will come to you even if you don't look for&lt;br /&gt;them.. while some are hard to find even if you have all eyes out&lt;br /&gt;searching for them.. some of it stays in place even if it's loosely fitted.. while others fall even if you're holding it tight.. some of the fallen pieces could be brought back.. you just have to catch it quickly.. hold a grip.. and do even&lt;br /&gt;the most impossible to avoid loosing it twice.. hold your pieces tight.. never loose a grip.. because some of&lt;br /&gt;the pieces, if fallen, will not come back to you even if you&lt;br /&gt;trade all the other pieces left for that one single piece.. and it will leave your puzzle incomplete.. for the rest of your&lt;br /&gt;life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-7750541106088829051?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/7750541106088829051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=7750541106088829051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7750541106088829051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7750541106088829051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/03/each-piece-in-our-puzzle-is-unique.html' title='miSsinG pieCe*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6362958615620869011</id><published>2007-01-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:30:00.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>*ReeL*ReaL*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reality freaks us all. But we must not be scared of what reality has in store for us. Rather, be bothered by the thought of how should we deal with the pouring truths, and what to contribute to create a more sensible reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--10/17/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/282/sketchqk6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6362958615620869011?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6362958615620869011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6362958615620869011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6362958615620869011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6362958615620869011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/reelreal.html' title='*ReeL*ReaL*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4839813142182694033</id><published>2007-01-18T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:48:31.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>//\\`stRikiNg siLenCe'//\\</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/6149/evangelion471024be9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/6149/evangelion471024be9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SILENCE brings the loudest noise we could ever hear. It enables us to perceive all the unheard thoughts. It won't leave us, not until we are deaf of the screaming conflicts. It makes us aware of our instabilities and helps us realize our frustrations and desires. It opens our minds to our unconscious inclinations and diverts our thoughts onto something unnoticeable. Silence can either MAKE or BREAK. It can make us sensible and free from uncertainties, or break us with our vulnerabilities and strangled thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--10/13/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4839813142182694033?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4839813142182694033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4839813142182694033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4839813142182694033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4839813142182694033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/striking-silence.html' title='//\\`stRikiNg siLenCe&apos;//\\'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-7648955462769391521</id><published>2007-01-09T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:15:02.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>aS a ManNeR oF FacT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we always have a choice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we can choose to be kind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or we can choose to be rude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we can choose between being careful or reckless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we could even be thoughtful or neglectful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we cannot blame the people we mingle with everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nor the environment that we try to adopt to all our lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's just a matter of deciding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;whether to cause harm or be warm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--08/21/06]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/1427/harmwarmme8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/1427/harmwarmme8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-7648955462769391521?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648955462769391521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=7648955462769391521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7648955462769391521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7648955462769391521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-manner-of-fact.html' title='aS a ManNeR oF FacT'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-9107182668365676275</id><published>2007-01-06T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:45:37.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>miSjudGed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/6355/roseyu2.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We are often blinded by what we see and because of that, we overlook essential details that would've changed the way we view the subject as a whole. Never focus on the subject alone. See through it, scrutinize, connect. Later on you will understand, recognize and appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--12/10/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-9107182668365676275?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/9107182668365676275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=9107182668365676275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9107182668365676275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9107182668365676275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/misjudged.html' title='miSjudGed'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-8347694910261359774</id><published>2006-12-22T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:04:55.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>-- stiLL iN gRief --</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Presence is important not only when acknowledged, it is the absence of recognition that makes it special..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--09/24/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It won't make a difference if you'd go there. She won't even know you were there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why is it important for some people to attend to someone only when their presence are noticed? It's like a condition that you'd only consider appearing if you are recognized. This kind of thought is disturbing. Something I won't ever comprehend. Don't they realize that just by being there is such a fulfillment? Nothing compares to the feeling of being with someone you value because you'll never know.. you'll never know if you'd ever get a chance to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wouldn't care if she doesn't hear me. I wouldn't care if she won't be able to see me, or if she won't even perceive me. I'd be there just to feel her heartbeat like &lt;a href="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/830/lola1ye6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/830/lola1ye6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when she was putting me to sleep. Just the warmth of her hand and the touch of her breath on my cheeks would've been enough because those used to comfort me. I'd be there just to be there for her, like the way she used to be here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I was forbidden to go. I should have been persuasive for now I'm drowning in regrets. I can't still forgive myself for letting someone restrain me. I should have been there even just for the last time. And now I'm still in misery. Nine years, and I'm still grieving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss you badly.. Lola..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-8347694910261359774?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/8347694910261359774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=8347694910261359774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8347694910261359774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8347694910261359774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-in-grief_22.html' title='-- stiLL iN gRief --'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4559658508348661149</id><published>2006-12-17T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:47:02.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>tHe kiSs tHat wAs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/3123/kissdawgi0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/3123/kissdawgi0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have you ever had a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that took you on a bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and left you with shaking knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the one you'd not dare miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so intense it made you drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a fall you'd not care lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and your lot that is to shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;seems to budge in a swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lose a grip, never a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;those lips they seem to fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and with less than a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;your souls are apt to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4559658508348661149?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4559658508348661149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4559658508348661149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4559658508348661149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4559658508348661149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/kiss-that-was.html' title='tHe kiSs tHat wAs..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-844573643751529357</id><published>2006-12-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:22:44.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4426/alonepf9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4426/alonepf9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*a bright star is nothing without anyone to adore it nor anybody to shine through*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--05/17/03]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-844573643751529357?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/844573643751529357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=844573643751529357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/844573643751529357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/844573643751529357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/bright-star-is-nothing-without-anyone_16.html' title=''/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-3091259097756206161</id><published>2006-12-16T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:17:02.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-- gender inequalities are the root cause of men and women's respect for each other --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img320.imageshack.us/img320/1798/menwomenvp4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-3091259097756206161?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/3091259097756206161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=3091259097756206161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3091259097756206161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/3091259097756206161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/bright-star-is-nothing-without-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-6805894906878818495</id><published>2006-12-16T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T04:29:13.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>wit [part2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Acquiring lots of information or ideas is one thing, acting it out is another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I say "there's a gold in that box". How would you know there really is if you're eyes will not see it? You say you're beautiful but I wouldn't believe you because my eyes don't deceive me.(--,) How much we know about certain things or even all the things will never be enough if we lose one thing -- CONFIDENCE! Being knowledgeable at all means is good but sometimes acting it out is important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How can you convince someone to believe you when you yourself don't look like you believe what you are saying? How will you be effective if no one could feel the consistency in you? And how will your ideas be known if you don't have the courage to voice it all out?Having confidence doesn't mean you have to boast about the brains you have. It doesn't imply that you have to take yourself higher than those behind you. It means that you should carry yourself with respect, certainty, and consistency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-6805894906878818495?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6805894906878818495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=6805894906878818495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6805894906878818495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/6805894906878818495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/wit-part2.html' title='wit [part2]'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5236673958949303001</id><published>2006-12-16T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:14:58.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>wit [part1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;tO bE kNowLedgEable, yOu haVe tO aT Least acT aNd thiNk Like oNe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/6397/eyeglassps9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5236673958949303001?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5236673958949303001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5236673958949303001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5236673958949303001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5236673958949303001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/wit.html' title='wit [part1]'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-7678291102822705666</id><published>2006-12-15T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:13:23.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>*what might have been*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/7360/melancholyqe2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/7360/melancholyqe2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It is better to love and get hurt than save yourself from the hurt and never know what might have been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So it's true. It really happens. One day you'll meet someone who'll mean a lot to you that you'd even want to share your life with that someone but on the next day, you'll just realize that things don't seem to coincide with how you want them to be. It is possible to have a life with your "one" but in doing so, major changes should take place. It will affect the life you have long planned even the life you are living, people you see everyday, and places you go. It will change your life completely but then, you'll be with your "one" for whenever - no one can tell. You could be happier than you are today. But how would you know if you're not gonna try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Take the risk! That's what it is all about. You'll never know what will happen, not until you get there. But what if you're too afraid of changes? What if you're too coward to take risks? What if you don't want to pass through a wall that doesn't illuminate you of what is going on - on the other side? Then, you'll have to suffer with the endless thoughts of "WHAT IFS?". You will be forever regretful for not taking the risks, for being a coward. Part of you will be unhappy for not knowing what might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-7678291102822705666?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/7678291102822705666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=7678291102822705666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7678291102822705666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/7678291102822705666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-might-have-been.html' title='*what might have been*'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-5662297646239331072</id><published>2006-12-15T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:10:53.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oCUrRencE'/><title type='text'>me-vs-friendship-vs-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/7305/friendsmn1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/7305/friendsmn1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;How far will you go for FRIENDSHIP? BOUNDLESS? Think again.. Will they go that far for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are". They say your personality reflects on the group of friends you have. But isn't it more appropriate to say that how you treat your friends, what you are when you're with them, and how you make them a part of your life more likely are the ways to show who you really are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My friends belong to my list of priceless possessions. I hold them very close to my heart so that I could also feel whatever they are feeling. I grieve when they are hurt, and curse when they're furious. I laugh when they smile and fall in love when they're infatuated. I'll be the toughest during their most vulnerable times and be broad if they're going unconventional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But what if the time comes when you realize that they could only offer you less of what you have for them? What if they are not that interested with how you feel? What if you just learned that they are not ready to comprehend with your inclinations? How far will you still go? How far will I still go? I say... I'd still push through my limit. I'd still go boundless. Regardless of how far they'd go for me. Because they're my friends... Because I am a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's okay to push through your limit. It's okay to go beyond boundaries. But what if it's changing your life in a way you can hardly notice? What if you're turning out to be a different person? What if your closeness to them slowly takes you away from something else or someone else important to you? Doing things for your friends really means a lot and it is something you should do to show their importance to you. But sometimes, we overly focus our attention to a group of people valuable to us and because of that, we sometimes forget to save something for ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What's bothering the most is that we unintentionally neglect other people who value us more, which could lead to a broken relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Overdoing things is never appropriate however we view the situation. Weighing things is always necessary. It balances all the relationships we are in. But we should always keep in mind that our relationship with someone should never affect our relationship with the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-5662297646239331072?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/5662297646239331072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=5662297646239331072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5662297646239331072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/5662297646239331072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-vs-friendship-vs-me.html' title='me-vs-friendship-vs-me'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-8036540277884381479</id><published>2006-12-15T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:07:28.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>saVe yOu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz your love is real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you never asked me to love you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz you're devoting your time to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i'm scared that i might take you for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz you're giving your life to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i don't know if i can share to you half of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz you never aimed to hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i fear that i might tear you apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;coz you let me live in your unselfish ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and there you are endlessly coping with my incomprehensible manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i have to leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i'm leaving.. for this is my way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to keep your heart from breaking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://img324.imageshack.us/img324/8043/argentodebrahleongfc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--09/09/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-8036540277884381479?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036540277884381479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=8036540277884381479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8036540277884381479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/8036540277884381479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-to-leave.html' title='saVe yOu'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-861316539398314719</id><published>2006-12-14T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:52:25.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>--daRe tO caRe--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you for caring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you for loving,&lt;a href="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/6880/myheartbyfhenixlx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="240" alt="" src="http://img343.imageshack.us/img343/6880/myheartbyfhenixlx1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thank you for all the things we both are sharing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're so giving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and forgiving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you, in the world, are the most enduring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in distress you bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;moments uplifting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how can i be at times neglecting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now i'm thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and somehow reflecting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;how can i keep your heart from breaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--09/06/06]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-861316539398314719?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/861316539398314719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=861316539398314719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/861316539398314719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/861316539398314719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/dare-to-care.html' title='--daRe tO caRe--'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-4264308973040860961</id><published>2006-12-14T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:18:23.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coGitaTe oN LiFe'/><title type='text'>reGret..Less..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"dO tHe thiNgs tHat yOu caN whiLe yOu aRe stiLL abLe.. beCausE whEn yOur faCe wRinkLed aNd yOur kneEs gRew wEak.. yOu wiLL fiNd yOurseLf veRy upsEt foR theRe wiLL bE Loss oF mOst oF yOur abiLitiEs.. aNd yOu wiLL haVe tO wiSh foR tHe sTrenGth tO cOme baCk.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/7716/younggirloroldwomanic0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img324.imageshack.us/img324/7224/lonelyog4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="216" alt="" src="http://img324.imageshack.us/img324/7224/lonelyog4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love being young. Those who passed half their lives always love reminscing their good old days. Those who are on their youth are trying to enjoy every minute of it. We all believe in the saying --"Live the day as if it is your last." We always strive to do all the things we want and aspire to do. But, are all the things we do necessary and will contribute to make us a better person? Are we doing those things to nurture or just for pleasure? It is true that we have to make our best out of anything but, in every little thing we do, we should always ask if we are doing things that is of essential to life? Are we not letting any opportunity slip our hands? Are we not neglecting important things that we should be doing? These are just some of the questions needed to be asked in our everday journey. Every single step we take mirrors every single decission we make. We are all liable not only with the things we did but as well as with the things we did not do. Time is of the essence and with the right thinking, we'd be able to do the things we need and with this, we will be able to avoid having regrets in the future for not doing the things we should and could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-4264308973040860961?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/4264308973040860961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=4264308973040860961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4264308973040860961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/4264308973040860961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/regretless.html' title='reGret..Less..'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851507554797156674.post-9065826467397687319</id><published>2006-12-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:10:12.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haRdLy PoeTic'/><title type='text'>uNseEn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/6302/blogzn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="182" alt="" src="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/6302/blogzn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you are trapped in a cage..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no one sees it.. not even you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you don't know what it's made of..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you don't even know where it came from..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you feel it.. it's all around you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is full of strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that it forbids you to move freely..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it separates you from your wisdom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and it strangles your thoughts..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you are robbed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you don't know what was taken..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're in a place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but you don't know where you're heading..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you don't even know how you got there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or who have brought you there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know you've been through a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but your memories are distorted..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it is seizing you little by little..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you can't stay but you can't go..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you are trapped but no one sees it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NO&lt;a href="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/6302/blogzn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T EVEN YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;[date created--07/17/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*unLeasH*&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5851507554797156674-9065826467397687319?l=tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/9065826467397687319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5851507554797156674&amp;postID=9065826467397687319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9065826467397687319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5851507554797156674/posts/default/9065826467397687319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tidolonianphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/unseen.html' title='uNseEn'/><author><name>-- / leo / --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16185944710052793257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hnyogf02k0I/R-cJv9RpfII/AAAAAAAAAPA/eIaHRCf1HdM/S220/Image(318).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
