<?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-26761233315842548</id><updated>2011-12-23T15:00:40.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-8406487801311477435</id><published>2011-03-17T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:46:51.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are like beams of light&lt;br /&gt;It sometimes shine bright&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its like a dull light&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes silent like the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;there must be something right&lt;br /&gt;something for you to keep up the fight&lt;br /&gt;soon you will see yourself take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a free kite&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the wind oh so light&lt;br /&gt;Flying with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;Always, continue to fight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-8406487801311477435?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8406487801311477435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=8406487801311477435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8406487801311477435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8406487801311477435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6873190331292220141</id><published>2011-01-22T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:19:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Time Comes</title><content type='html'>Everything has a time, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;When I mine? &lt;br /&gt;My time for me to know the world....&lt;br /&gt;I am here stuck in this shit hole &lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to return home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Miss everything, It has been so damn long,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know has changed, &lt;br /&gt;I am not there to see the changes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom, daddy, elder sister, younger sister and brother,&lt;br /&gt;Miss everything I left back there....&lt;br /&gt;Please help me....&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I am dying....&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when the time comes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6873190331292220141?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6873190331292220141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6873190331292220141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6873190331292220141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6873190331292220141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-time-comes.html' title='When The Time Comes'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2487605982801380529</id><published>2010-05-23T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:11:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Human to Monster</title><content type='html'>One day, when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;You see a gentle human staring back at you&lt;br /&gt;But behind the mask, there is something you never knew&lt;br /&gt;You had a life.. It was brand new....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born into this world...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the good view...&lt;br /&gt;Adapted to this world... &lt;br /&gt;As you grew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day....&lt;br /&gt;When you look into the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;This horrible creature stares back&lt;br /&gt;It gave a smile.... But... the scars....&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a monster from the stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glare ans stare&lt;br /&gt;Made me stand on my hair...&lt;br /&gt;I just knew....&lt;br /&gt;This monster its me... looks new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....am....a....monster.... &lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me ever again....&lt;br /&gt;Else... your fear will begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2487605982801380529?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2487605982801380529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2487605982801380529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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on the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;br /&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-keith urban-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-377156429673151292?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/377156429673151292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=377156429673151292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/377156429673151292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/377156429673151292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2010/04/tonight-i-wanna-cry.html' title='Tonight I Wanna Cry'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2602353822320304778</id><published>2010-04-17T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:25:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Hey you... why do you flee?&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I should be....?&lt;br /&gt;Hiding my horrid me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you....&lt;br /&gt;Dont stare at me....&lt;br /&gt;Tell me... what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want be to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you.... take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;Alone just like an old tree&lt;br /&gt;Birds they flee&lt;br /&gt;Such horror wen they see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans, they never sit under me&lt;br /&gt;Kick and spit at me&lt;br /&gt;I bleed, although I was a tree....&lt;br /&gt;Take a look inside me&lt;br /&gt;This is all I could ever be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2602353822320304778?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2602353822320304778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2602353822320304778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2602353822320304778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2602353822320304778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2010/04/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-9058302215007114328</id><published>2009-12-26T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:41:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>Where are you Black?&lt;br /&gt;Please come back&lt;br /&gt;Please turn and look back&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in here&lt;br /&gt;Drinking lots of beer&lt;br /&gt;Trying to drown my fear&lt;br /&gt;From the news that I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is clear&lt;br /&gt;Everything around is so blur&lt;br /&gt;Covered in thick black fur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust flying around&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the ground&lt;br /&gt;Fear is running out of bounds&lt;br /&gt;Chased by bloody hounds.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-9058302215007114328?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/9058302215007114328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=9058302215007114328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/9058302215007114328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/9058302215007114328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2009/12/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-4834164996797255749</id><published>2009-03-21T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:23:38.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Prison</title><content type='html'>Looking in life&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will strive&lt;br /&gt;Strive and toil just to survive&lt;br /&gt;Trying to build an easy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing..... I was one of them&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I build my emotional prison&lt;br /&gt;The total lost of my passion&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the pain....be gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stare, the more they hurt&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself drop into dirt.....&lt;br /&gt;Kept locked up in prison&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for time to turn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching life burn....&lt;br /&gt;In this emotional prison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-4834164996797255749?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4834164996797255749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=4834164996797255749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/4834164996797255749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/4834164996797255749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional-prison.html' title='Emotional Prison'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6869375082754067422</id><published>2008-10-17T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:59:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SPg3VstM5EI/AAAAAAAACAk/UftPf-C0XcQ/s1600-h/10-%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SPg3VstM5EI/AAAAAAAACAk/UftPf-C0XcQ/s400/10-%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258013410872583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love which came,&lt;br /&gt;Love which left,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a love theft,&lt;br /&gt;A dear love have left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its dry,&lt;br /&gt;Much after hearing the stabing goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be waiting for you to come by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know,&lt;br /&gt;That is a lie.... a dry truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look at me an see,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you see,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in me already fled,&lt;br /&gt;Look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I am dry all in me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is dry,&lt;br /&gt;Dry just like a dead goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing good about goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, leave me to die...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6869375082754067422?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6869375082754067422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6869375082754067422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6869375082754067422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6869375082754067422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/dry-love.html' title='Dry Love'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SPg3VstM5EI/AAAAAAAACAk/UftPf-C0XcQ/s72-c/10-%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6647072304121244386</id><published>2008-10-06T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:17:52.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Different Ways</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here hugging on to my fears&lt;br /&gt;Watching my cold dripping tears&lt;br /&gt;Take me along with you, I am begging please&lt;br /&gt;Time and memories is all I will ever miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching you smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes good memories worth while&lt;br /&gt;When life comes to a halting pile&lt;br /&gt;A face with a broken smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever you have been&lt;br /&gt;You are good at it&lt;br /&gt;Bringing life to it&lt;br /&gt;Bringing joy to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow painful to see me bleed&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes chasing greed&lt;br /&gt;Now fallen to my feet&lt;br /&gt;My own pride and sorrow I meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand different ways&lt;br /&gt;Many different days&lt;br /&gt;How come to me.....its all same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6647072304121244386?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6647072304121244386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6647072304121244386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6647072304121244386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6647072304121244386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/10/thousand-different-ways.html' title='A Thousand Different Ways'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-9140076411302040996</id><published>2008-08-02T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:29:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riches</title><content type='html'>The world today&lt;br /&gt;A place where money and power play&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hard days and creating evil ways&lt;br /&gt;Human control the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money makes the world turn&lt;br /&gt;Money also causes people to crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;Money is fun&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it bring trouble, its time to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money kills&lt;br /&gt;Money also heals&lt;br /&gt;Money brings goodness to some&lt;br /&gt;To some, money is a weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are driven by money&lt;br /&gt;A few pieces of valuable paper&lt;br /&gt;Valuable color papers&lt;br /&gt;Sadly....these riches lay at our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God counts our deeds&lt;br /&gt;The amount of people we meet&lt;br /&gt;The amount of people.....we made them bleed&lt;br /&gt;Making their lives our planted seed....grow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-9140076411302040996?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-5304086942797168792</id><published>2008-07-21T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:03.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nautical Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SIQTYxfKXzI/AAAAAAAACAM/GfUeCEWCSDU/s1600-h/morning+nautical+twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SIQTYxfKXzI/AAAAAAAACAM/GfUeCEWCSDU/s400/morning+nautical+twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225322783978446642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look to the skies&lt;br /&gt;The awesome color comforts my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Well...its the Nautical Twilight&lt;br /&gt;The orange purple so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from a far&lt;br /&gt;I saw you leaving&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere far&lt;br /&gt;Flying with your mighty wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only sailed in a boat&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to catch up&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is float&lt;br /&gt;Watch you disappear into the Nautical Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went somewhere far.....&lt;br /&gt;You will be fine......&lt;br /&gt;I pray you will be fine....&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-5304086942797168792?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5304086942797168792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=5304086942797168792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6366410139783846511</id><published>2008-07-10T08:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:03.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heavy Burden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SHVfsYDi_xI/AAAAAAAAB-8/EaRC92lnBvI/s1600-h/Heavy%2BBurden%2Baround%2B1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SHVfsYDi_xI/AAAAAAAAB-8/EaRC92lnBvI/s400/Heavy%2BBurden%2Baround%2B1930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184558982168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what do you see from a far&lt;br /&gt;I see people carrying burdens&lt;br /&gt;Heavy burdens till they burn into their backs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being told and I looked up in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I sorry for being a burden to you&lt;br /&gt;A boundary for you&lt;br /&gt;A great burden to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am happy that you are free&lt;br /&gt;Well, you don't have to worry about me&lt;br /&gt;When the time come I will flee&lt;br /&gt;In my memories, you will always be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories which are lock down tight&lt;br /&gt;Memories which remain bright&lt;br /&gt;Memories which I hug goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Your face will be in my memory, still shining bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6366410139783846511?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6366410139783846511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6366410139783846511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6366410139783846511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6366410139783846511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/heavy-burden.html' title='A Heavy Burden'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SHVfsYDi_xI/AAAAAAAAB-8/EaRC92lnBvI/s72-c/Heavy%2BBurden%2Baround%2B1930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-5335006754384227815</id><published>2008-06-18T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:23:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Waiting for a call which never comes,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a message which never comes,&lt;br /&gt;Words which contains no feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Words which have no sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting,&lt;br /&gt;Weird.... I am still thinking,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes stopped blinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of waiting,&lt;br /&gt;My life finally stopped playing,&lt;br /&gt;The wait that hurt,&lt;br /&gt;The wait that brings thoughts and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait that have ended....&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-5335006754384227815?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5335006754384227815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=5335006754384227815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5335006754384227815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5335006754384227815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-3638483006964208598</id><published>2008-06-08T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:39:24.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignored</title><content type='html'>I look for you,&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;People could see me turn blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not because of flu,&lt;br /&gt;But of the feeling of missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, its true&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here standing at the hall way,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you all day,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and planning of what to say,&lt;br /&gt;When I approach you, you just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get ignored everyday....&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will remain this way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-3638483006964208598?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3638483006964208598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=3638483006964208598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3638483006964208598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3638483006964208598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/06/ignored.html' title='Ignored'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-3666443624487126869</id><published>2008-05-19T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SDFfHFYVxnI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Cw-4BhdGFQs/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SDFfHFYVxnI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Cw-4BhdGFQs/s400/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202043619897624178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost....&lt;br /&gt;I loose....&lt;br /&gt;I stumble....&lt;br /&gt;I fall......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, why?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I alone......&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't call your phone.....&lt;br /&gt;Its painful, like a broken bone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is free&lt;br /&gt;Love flies like a dove&lt;br /&gt;Love is not control....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that far?&lt;br /&gt;Far as in restricted?&lt;br /&gt;Far as in unreachable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried being robbed?&lt;br /&gt;Robbed of something you treasured so dearly&lt;br /&gt;You are still 18 years old, Its still early&lt;br /&gt;The pain and grief which stabs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am pushed out&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face, damn proud&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;I have no place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missing in my heart.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normally, humans kill with their mind"&lt;br /&gt;                                          - DixoN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-3666443624487126869?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3666443624487126869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=3666443624487126869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3666443624487126869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3666443624487126869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/SDFfHFYVxnI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Cw-4BhdGFQs/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1978019641193903711</id><published>2008-05-15T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:46:52.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Emotions</title><content type='html'>Letting go a part of me&lt;br /&gt;Its like a blade which cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;My heart cant stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe the flashback that I am reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you&lt;br /&gt;All I have is faint memories&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wont see you forever&lt;br /&gt;Someday or may be never.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenges come, I give in&lt;br /&gt;Tough times come, I give in&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the rubbish bin&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how much shit I am in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bow to you&lt;br /&gt;The image behind the song&lt;br /&gt;The killer behind the creator&lt;br /&gt;The force behind the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand on my ground&lt;br /&gt;Look at you and frown&lt;br /&gt;You brought hurt &amp;amp; pain&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, what the heck do you gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing your own game&lt;br /&gt;Polluting your own name&lt;br /&gt;Trying to build your fame&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror, how lame.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beat you down the first time&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the second time&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to hear the bell chime&lt;br /&gt;Just the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Tired and hungry&lt;br /&gt;Walking down....&lt;br /&gt;Looking down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused by whats around&lt;br /&gt;Scared and afraid to make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Threats all around&lt;br /&gt;My feet is fear bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused....&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I am bruised&lt;br /&gt;Angry, I am bruised&lt;br /&gt;Confused, end of life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1978019641193903711?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1978019641193903711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1978019641193903711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1978019641193903711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1978019641193903711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-emotions.html' title='3 Emotions'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-725250345638359872</id><published>2008-05-15T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:21:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointments</title><content type='html'>Hate my life....&lt;br /&gt;I wish to die&lt;br /&gt;I wish to cry&lt;br /&gt;I wish to remove the hurts and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish to return to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Say my final goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Believe that my life is all a lie....&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I would just give in and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise made and said&lt;br /&gt;Promise broken and fade&lt;br /&gt;Cut, hurts, and brusied serenade&lt;br /&gt;I am bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why life is so great&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, but rather to be dead&lt;br /&gt;Its better done than said....&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be....&lt;br /&gt;DEAD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-725250345638359872?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/725250345638359872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=725250345638359872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/725250345638359872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/725250345638359872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/dissapointments.html' title='Dissapointments'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-3276702601888518786</id><published>2008-05-04T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:39:45.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Window</title><content type='html'>The time we use to laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful voices everyday&lt;br /&gt;Happiness completes everything I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ground we used to play&lt;br /&gt;Alone here almost every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Shouts, pain and tears everyday&lt;br /&gt;Picture and flashback completes everything I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was once a beautiful house&lt;br /&gt;This is the place I used to keep my pet mouse&lt;br /&gt;This was once my resting place&lt;br /&gt;The place full of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand outside&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the broken window&lt;br /&gt;Building up my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Missing joy is something you can never borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost something that starts with 'J'&lt;br /&gt;Still can't make up a word to say&lt;br /&gt;I think the next letter is 'O'&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cover my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I got it, the last letter is 'Y'&lt;br /&gt;Lost something precious and it makes me want to cry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories stored through this broken window......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-3276702601888518786?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/3276702601888518786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=3276702601888518786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3276702601888518786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/3276702601888518786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-window.html' title='Broken Window'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2895873964929766832</id><published>2008-04-15T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:03:06.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Down</title><content type='html'>Well I am sure everyone had this before&lt;br /&gt;Just one extremely down and broken day&lt;br /&gt;A day which you have just absolutely nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to play, what a day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its just plain down&lt;br /&gt;Down to the rough ground&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just could not hear you heart pound....&lt;br /&gt;It kinda stopped sometimes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for encouragement to make it pound again&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement to refresh the brain&lt;br /&gt;Take away the extreme pain&lt;br /&gt;Washing away bad memories till its faint....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2895873964929766832?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2895873964929766832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2895873964929766832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2895873964929766832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2895873964929766832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-down.html' title='Just Down'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1481047302438719057</id><published>2008-04-06T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:33:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Life</title><content type='html'>Having a sister is like having a best friend for life,&lt;br /&gt;Someone which is always there to help you survive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hug you when you are down,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to chat to when you are bored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone for you to joke with&lt;br /&gt;Someone for you to laugh with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone which is just there to listen to your problems&lt;br /&gt;Someone to give you advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone there to dry your tears and ask whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;Someone there to bring you a joyful song.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the few things which some people can't have for life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1481047302438719057?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1481047302438719057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1481047302438719057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1481047302438719057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1481047302438719057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-life.html' title='For Life'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6678693525160575739</id><published>2008-04-06T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:06:51.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Person</title><content type='html'>I woke up from my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;All too real as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;You were there,&lt;br /&gt;You were someone who cared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged me when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away my frown,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve my fears ,&lt;br /&gt;Help me make a joyful sound,&lt;br /&gt;I really love having you around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All too real as it seems&lt;br /&gt;You were gone&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head fell to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;From a distance, some could hear the thud sound,&lt;br /&gt;That was a painful sound,&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down my face,&lt;br /&gt;Fear bruised my face,&lt;br /&gt;I miss having you around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in reality its clear,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dear sister,&lt;br /&gt;My dear missing person,&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams, you are my Missing Person....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6678693525160575739?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6678693525160575739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6678693525160575739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6678693525160575739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6678693525160575739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing-person.html' title='Missing Person'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-7681353907526115683</id><published>2008-03-27T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:43:10.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid......</title><content type='html'>When I cry, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;When I weep, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;When I am down, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;When I am worried, there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop all this from happening to me,&lt;br /&gt;Its a natural thing,&lt;br /&gt;God gave you to me, so how can I just let it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about your health,&lt;br /&gt;But never worried about your wealth,&lt;br /&gt;To me, your health comes first,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes worried about it, till my head nearly burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are someone precious,&lt;br /&gt;Not and never something precious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You are there to pick me up, give me a cheer,&lt;br /&gt;When I cry,&lt;br /&gt;There is always a shoulder for me to cry on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have a sister since I was born,&lt;br /&gt;Most of my hopes torn,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I could be a fuss,&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of problems left in the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of losing you,&lt;br /&gt;This is really true,&lt;br /&gt;I am just afraid.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-7681353907526115683?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7681353907526115683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=7681353907526115683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/7681353907526115683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/7681353907526115683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/afraid.html' title='Afraid......'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-7619308488721831480</id><published>2008-03-27T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:17:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With All I Am</title><content type='html'>Hello there, this is me&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know much about me&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting all I could ever be&lt;br /&gt;But, failure is all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk but fall&lt;br /&gt;Run but hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;I am locked in this small hall&lt;br /&gt;Tossed around like a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever seem big to me&lt;br /&gt;To others, they seem small&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;Picking myself up in front of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;I won't weep or cry&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on till time pass by&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you soon, with all I am.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-7619308488721831480?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/7619308488721831480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=7619308488721831480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/7619308488721831480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/7619308488721831480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/with-all-i-am.html' title='With All I Am'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2154947534633003152</id><published>2008-03-26T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:07:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To Me</title><content type='html'>Hey God, are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really think its not fair.....&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just stare!!&lt;br /&gt;Help me....&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me.....&lt;br /&gt;This are my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish I could just close my eyes and trust you&lt;br /&gt;That is sometimes all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;When I feel blue&lt;br /&gt;When I am lost without a clue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to except what is true&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to listen...&lt;br /&gt;Listen well...&lt;br /&gt;Hope this rings a bell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2154947534633003152?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2154947534633003152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2154947534633003152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2154947534633003152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2154947534633003152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/listen-to-me.html' title='Listen To Me'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-5048639726765036147</id><published>2008-03-18T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:04:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Loving Me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are word which just to hard to express&lt;br /&gt;I still can't, even if I did my best&lt;br /&gt;Living everyday of my life as if they were my last&lt;br /&gt;Time is something that just passes so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I will put my pride and head down to bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You are all I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;When my hope were down to its knees&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for picking me up&lt;br /&gt;Giving my heart a gentle rub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall into my sea of despair&lt;br /&gt;You were there to part it, just to save me.....&lt;br /&gt;When my heart shattered&lt;br /&gt;You were there to pick the pieces up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my whole lot of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't fly&lt;br /&gt;Thought that best if I could die&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to give in return&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to give to you&lt;br /&gt;Are all I have, this five word tonight&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me.....&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-5048639726765036147?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5048639726765036147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=5048639726765036147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5048639726765036147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5048639726765036147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Thank You For Loving Me'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-6939960628648314313</id><published>2008-03-11T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:10:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>I am not and never a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I was made with errors even when the Earth turned&lt;br /&gt;Scars on me body which burned&lt;br /&gt;Nope!! Still no lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how scared&lt;br /&gt;No matter how pain&lt;br /&gt;No matter how stressful&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever stop me from holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always keep this bond&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;Torture me for long&lt;br /&gt;I will take all of that and still stand tall in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't fight back&lt;br /&gt;I will take that smack&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, give me a whack&lt;br /&gt;Give my heart and head a great big crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all you have done&lt;br /&gt;Nope!! I won't run&lt;br /&gt;I can take more hurt than you ever can bring&lt;br /&gt;So I will continue to stand in this round ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up something so precious so easily&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats just me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-6939960628648314313?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/6939960628648314313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=6939960628648314313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6939960628648314313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/6939960628648314313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-5437958301693790072</id><published>2008-03-01T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty boat</title><content type='html'>Come come!! Hop on&lt;br /&gt;Let's go see the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed in the boat&lt;br /&gt;We chatted till late&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sun round and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;I am all alone.....&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in my empty boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have someone here&lt;br /&gt;I used to smile&lt;br /&gt;Please come back for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, sit by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will row down the lake and back&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited so long for someone&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will row my boat&lt;br /&gt;Row down the lake, but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never come back......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8l2PnCYCPI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ex1JxnOFpxA/s1600-h/8+%2827%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8l2PnCYCPI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ex1JxnOFpxA/s320/8+%2827%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172795657560787186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-5437958301693790072?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5437958301693790072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=5437958301693790072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5437958301693790072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5437958301693790072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/03/empty-boat.html' title='Empty boat'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8l2PnCYCPI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ex1JxnOFpxA/s72-c/8+%2827%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-4709940703736881799</id><published>2008-03-01T11:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Ran to Me</title><content type='html'>He was great&lt;br /&gt;He was mighty&lt;br /&gt;He was a mighty conquerer&lt;br /&gt;But He ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time He ran&lt;br /&gt;I saw God ran&lt;br /&gt;Not from trouble and problem&lt;br /&gt;But to trouble and problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only time I saw Him ran&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me&lt;br /&gt;Hugged me to his chest&lt;br /&gt;Told me, I could close my eyes and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left Him, the day when I left home&lt;br /&gt;I knew I hurt Him so badly&lt;br /&gt;I had broken His heart....&lt;br /&gt;Took away my part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Him in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wonder and compassion all it seems&lt;br /&gt;His bright face beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I returned&lt;br /&gt;With my face partly burned&lt;br /&gt;All my prides burned&lt;br /&gt;My hopes burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I will ever see him run.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;Held my head to His chest&lt;br /&gt;Looked in my face&lt;br /&gt;Wiped the painful tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at me and said, " Son, do you know I still love you? "&lt;br /&gt;He has been waiting for me to return&lt;br /&gt;He has been waiting for this day......&lt;br /&gt;His hug, word and forgiveness healed me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8jTOHCYCNI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Jq7Yl20MUZ0/s1600-h/hug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8jTOHCYCNI/AAAAAAAAB8c/Jq7Yl20MUZ0/s320/hug1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172616411395655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8jTOXCYCOI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Gh6wyDORCZk/s1600-h/jesus%2Bhug.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8jTOXCYCOI/AAAAAAAAB8k/Gh6wyDORCZk/s320/jesus%2Bhug.bmp" alt="" 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long years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sun setting far over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;A new life is born&lt;br /&gt;Lies have been torn&lt;br /&gt;Truth is worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear has come&lt;br /&gt;Fear is what it have become&lt;br /&gt;A tear drips from my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Truth and comfort is all I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will make me weak......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2822768758062379383?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2822768758062379383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2822768758062379383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this problems and errors&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you except me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how ugly I look&lt;br /&gt;No matter how faulty I am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are mad&lt;br /&gt;I cant blame you for being mad&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I am not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I cant even face the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made with errors&lt;br /&gt;Like a cracked vase&lt;br /&gt;Just simply out of place&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I want to just hide my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take me in.......&lt;br /&gt;I will never want to go back to the bin.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-4417459659539413752?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/4417459659539413752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>I know I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be something new&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten that chances are few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here I am&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and kneeling at your front door&lt;br /&gt;My heart all crushed on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I really can't take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;My hand and knees are bruised&lt;br /&gt;I am begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Well you accept me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause, sometimes I have nothing to proof&lt;br /&gt;May be its time we move on&lt;br /&gt;But, without you, how can I go on........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-7127783762665826582?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-300579848782643063</id><published>2008-02-24T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Star</title><content type='html'>Last night a saw a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's my wish from a far&lt;br /&gt;Well, its quite simple&lt;br /&gt;My wish is to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I my days may be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my day would be lovely&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I may feel alone and down&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish you are around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may have doubt in the wishing star&lt;br /&gt;But may be I believed, thats why it worked for me&lt;br /&gt;Now I treasure every star that passes by&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I may even cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished for a best friend&lt;br /&gt;And now, He gave me one&lt;br /&gt;Now every wishing star I see, I will shut my eyes tight and begin my wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8GC5Mz6PxI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Vh-hTEHPLGQ/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R8GC5Mz6PxI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Vh-hTEHPLGQ/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170557766401146642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-300579848782643063?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/300579848782643063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1796396937535389067</id><published>2008-02-20T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:41:18.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>Looking at the clock&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and counting the minutes&lt;br /&gt;Happiness which is sometimes not there&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, loneliness is all I have to bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to share&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to care&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears role down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how I have been affected by the pass&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that all this troubles won't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for you&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I won't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just want to say, I miss you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1796396937535389067?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1796396937535389067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1796396937535389067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1796396937535389067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1796396937535389067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-5179515048703371519</id><published>2008-02-18T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:25:50.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds</title><content type='html'>Wounds from the past&lt;br /&gt;Wounds that sometimes last&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometime you wish that it would heal fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wounds is as pain as a scorched and torn skin&lt;br /&gt;Wounds that water and bleed&lt;br /&gt;Wounds that were created by others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hugged you and cry&lt;br /&gt;My wounds were beginning to heal&lt;br /&gt;The pain subsiding thats all I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt secure and comforted by you&lt;br /&gt;May be its because I trust you&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all too true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that ran down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Love and care which is all I seek&lt;br /&gt;Now I can have them every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs that heal wounds&lt;br /&gt;Hugs that repair bonds&lt;br /&gt;Tears that fill up the holes&lt;br /&gt;Soon making me bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brought happiness into my life&lt;br /&gt;Without you, it would be hard to survive&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for bringing you into my life&lt;br /&gt;Your love and care sometimes just make me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry and cry, because it heals my wounds, this is what money can't buy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-5179515048703371519?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/5179515048703371519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=5179515048703371519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5179515048703371519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/5179515048703371519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/wounds.html' title='Wounds'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2902242737866772076</id><published>2008-02-17T11:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan for One</title><content type='html'>Well, God has plans. Whatever happens in this life is kinda part of God's plans. Sometimes, we humans either don't understand or totally didn't take note of it. God is sometimes humorous, He is the One specialized in taking the good from the evil to design and form His plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;God has plans to build us up and not to destroy us. To give us hope and not to tear us down. Not all His plans are guaranteed good for us. But its for our own good, some plans may hurt us in the process but look at the outcome not the process, tho it may sometimes hurt badly. A jigsaw puzzle itself has no meaning, but if it is fitted perfectly in the group of puzzles, the you will see the picture........&lt;br /&gt;God send His son to earth, it was not the kind of life Jesus had intended to have. But due to His Father's plans, He was allowed to be hurt by mankind, but the outcome was awesome.....&lt;br /&gt;Here are also somethings I learned about trust. If someone is able to cry in front of you, that person has put his or her full trust in you. Tears indirectly represent trust in a kind of way. Not anyone is able to cry in front of anyone due to ego, embarrassment and trust. Having a person to comfort you when you are sad or when even you are crying is the best thing anyone could ever have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 16.85pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jeremiah 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; For I kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;w the plans I have for you," says the LORD. "They are plans for good and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In those days when you pray, I will listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;me in earnest, you will find me when you seek me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will be found by you," says the LORD. "I will end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;your captivity and re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;store your fortunes. I will gather you out of the nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s where I sent you an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;d bring you home again to your own land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7e5rMz6PwI/AAAAAAAAB8M/hFGxBCGSLFc/s1600-h/ThreeCrossHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7e5rMz6PwI/AAAAAAAAB8M/hFGxBCGSLFc/s320/ThreeCrossHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167803249255399170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2902242737866772076?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2902242737866772076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=2902242737866772076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2902242737866772076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/2902242737866772076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/plan-for-one.html' title='The Plan for One'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7e5rMz6PwI/AAAAAAAAB8M/hFGxBCGSLFc/s72-c/ThreeCrossHill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1364593182782948712</id><published>2008-02-13T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hey Cheche&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Today, where are you heading to?&lt;br /&gt;Can I go with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud when I call you Cheche&lt;br /&gt;When I cried&lt;br /&gt;I hugged you like my bear&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;That is a lie&lt;br /&gt;You have brought happiness into me&lt;br /&gt;The all new and very happy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile, there is joy&lt;br /&gt;Your smile removes all my worries and fears&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure you like a kid and his toy&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will always be your little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you to pamper me&lt;br /&gt;Hug me,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;Care for me,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that everything is alright throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, you will always be my dearest sister.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L9_cz6PvI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lIbpibPk_FY/s1600-h/AD-DD5005%7ESister-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L9_cz6PvI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lIbpibPk_FY/s320/AD-DD5005%7ESister-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166470989054885618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1364593182782948712?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1364593182782948712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1364593182782948712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1364593182782948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1364593182782948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L9_cz6PvI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lIbpibPk_FY/s72-c/AD-DD5005%7ESister-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-14425968895937574</id><published>2008-02-13T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:04.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Valentine</title><content type='html'>I am here sitting in the room&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what will happen soon&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 minutes to midnight&lt;br /&gt;The Valentine's night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend my Valentine in home&lt;br /&gt;All by myself, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Heart aches like a broken bone&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nobody's going to call my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought flowers&lt;br /&gt;Small tiny roses&lt;br /&gt;I held them in my hand waiting to give someone&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thorns pricked me one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how pain&lt;br /&gt;It will be alright after I give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Please return&lt;br /&gt;Everyday waiting is like a heart being burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright,&lt;br /&gt;I will just wait and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Going through sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings I fight&lt;br /&gt;Blood trickled down the side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its alright.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L6zsz6PtI/AAAAAAAAB7c/MSKfMBtfajU/s1600-h/broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L6zsz6PtI/AAAAAAAAB7c/MSKfMBtfajU/s320/broken_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166467488656539346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-14425968895937574?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/14425968895937574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=14425968895937574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/14425968895937574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/14425968895937574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/broken-valentine.html' title='Broken Valentine'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7L6zsz6PtI/AAAAAAAAB7c/MSKfMBtfajU/s72-c/broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1810896768048154571</id><published>2008-02-13T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:45:05.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth &amp; Trust</title><content type='html'>Here is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't show any proof&lt;br /&gt;But you have my word&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, they won't bring anymore hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to me cause, its you I trust&lt;br /&gt;Destroy my past and move forward is a must&lt;br /&gt;Building my trust won't be fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to you will I give my trust&lt;br /&gt;Only to you will I let out my truth&lt;br /&gt;Somethings hidden are now visible&lt;br /&gt;Having you here is really incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is really inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for you......&lt;br /&gt;Now you have my truth and my trust&lt;br /&gt;I will never return to the past.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am really sorry about what have happen. I really won't every doubt and go back to what I have left behind........ Please trust me, I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7JeuMz6PsI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TwKQFb5Ljqs/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7JeuMz6PsI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TwKQFb5Ljqs/s320/trust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166295870353325762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1810896768048154571?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1810896768048154571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1810896768048154571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1810896768048154571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1810896768048154571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-trust.html' title='Truth &amp; Trust'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IqkI3apfESA/R7JeuMz6PsI/AAAAAAAAB7U/TwKQFb5Ljqs/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-8935162506411980323</id><published>2008-02-12T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:02:24.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods Gift.....</title><content type='html'>Here is something I will never let go&lt;br /&gt;This is all I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;God send you to me&lt;br /&gt;So I will just let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure you forever&lt;br /&gt;Let go? Nope never......&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to hurt you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Hurting you with my stupid poems and rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the happiness you bring&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my happiness makes me want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest person when you tend to my wounds&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest when I am comforted by your hug&lt;br /&gt;I will hang on to you like a bug, stuck to you forever&lt;br /&gt;My tears you wipe away&lt;br /&gt;You brighten my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey che, you are my dearest&lt;br /&gt;So far the best&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am really afraid of losing you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, may be this is what nerd brains do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to let you know, You are my sister, there is nothing better&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I had hurt you in any way, I will be always here to make your day&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word, I will never let go.......This you have to know.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-8935162506411980323?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8935162506411980323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=8935162506411980323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8935162506411980323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8935162506411980323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods-gift.html' title='Gods Gift.....'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1099168289877723291</id><published>2008-02-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:32:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Toy</title><content type='html'>I was made to be played&lt;br /&gt;I was made to be tossed around&lt;br /&gt;Thrown to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, my mouth won't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the special toy you adored&lt;br /&gt;You played with me when you were bored&lt;br /&gt;I was really the one you adored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your tender love and care&lt;br /&gt;I felt great, even I can't express&lt;br /&gt;But making you happy?&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best&lt;br /&gt;I was new, Newer than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a new toy came by&lt;br /&gt;Much better than me&lt;br /&gt;And all I can ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go, back to the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Waiting all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with me, I begged&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't hear cause I am a toy&lt;br /&gt;A toy in a form of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers of dust covered me.....&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, A tear drop emerge from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Trickled down my face&lt;br /&gt;At a slow and steady pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life chose me, chose me to make another person happy&lt;br /&gt;When night falls,&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone far beyond the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is done&lt;br /&gt;You had your fun&lt;br /&gt;Now its my turn to run........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1099168289877723291?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1099168289877723291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1099168289877723291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1099168289877723291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1099168289877723291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/toy.html' title='A Toy'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-1043673046503274680</id><published>2008-02-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:57:59.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Replacement</title><content type='html'>Look at me&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my life?&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to you and strive&lt;br /&gt;Encourage you in your life&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you are down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I seem to have expire&lt;br /&gt;Now, someone new comes into the picture&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Let your life flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that person is better than me&lt;br /&gt;If he makes you smile more than me&lt;br /&gt;Hop on and hold on&lt;br /&gt;Push me aside, don't worry I wont see&lt;br /&gt;I will quickly flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted you to be&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to see&lt;br /&gt;If you are disappointed or sad&lt;br /&gt;Or if you shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Call me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;And be your backup&lt;br /&gt;My job is to cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;I will be your spare toy........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-1043673046503274680?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/1043673046503274680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=1043673046503274680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1043673046503274680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/1043673046503274680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-replacement.html' title='My Replacement'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-8827434092000412663</id><published>2008-02-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:38:50.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Walk forward&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead&lt;br /&gt;Try to think straight&lt;br /&gt;Failure is never mend to be your fate&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the gates&lt;br /&gt;He will reward you just like he said&lt;br /&gt;Your handwork will be well paid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay bold with courage&lt;br /&gt;He is whatever He wanted you to be&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s see,&lt;br /&gt;Look back in life and just trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Please trust me and you will see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hold on and never let go&lt;br /&gt;I know you are suffering, but people don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, you will reap what you sow&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to treasure your life&lt;br /&gt;Some people can’t even survive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Your joy, happiness and success will take you a long way&lt;br /&gt;God will make success your toy&lt;br /&gt;I will be there to make your day&lt;br /&gt;And to listen to what you have to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I am your brother&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there is no other&lt;br /&gt;What people say, I will never bother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;When you are feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;I know just the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I am here to make you happy, that’s my job&lt;br /&gt;Here to make you smile and fade away your sobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;All I want is your love and care&lt;br /&gt;Care for me as my day passes,&lt;br /&gt;As my life passes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I have prayed for a sister like you…….&lt;br /&gt;So, I will always be here to encourage you……….&lt;br /&gt;This is what I was born to do…………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-8827434092000412663?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8827434092000412663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=8827434092000412663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8827434092000412663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8827434092000412663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-forward.html' title='Walk Forward'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-479418654107562856</id><published>2008-02-02T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:16:57.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>Hands that felt cold,&lt;br /&gt;Hands that are bold,&lt;br /&gt;Hands that I long to hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the lifeline,&lt;br /&gt;A story being told,&lt;br /&gt;A really sweet story unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you may be,&lt;br /&gt;What ever you may say,&lt;br /&gt;I will still treasure you like gold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Some may offer you a crown,&lt;br /&gt;But listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever you are down,&lt;br /&gt;I will always be around,&lt;br /&gt;I will remove that frown.......&lt;br /&gt;I will be your standing ground,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to patter on,&lt;br /&gt;For you to jump on,&lt;br /&gt;For you to step on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever it is, I will never bring you down.......&lt;br /&gt;One day, you will wear that crown....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-479418654107562856?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/479418654107562856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=479418654107562856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/479418654107562856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/479418654107562856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-8670161479358344244</id><published>2008-02-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:12:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>Hey sun, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Come sing to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its true,&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes get very hot and you make people blue.....&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, we really miss you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are proud to have you shining down on us,&lt;br /&gt;You bring joy at times,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you around,&lt;br /&gt;We have hope for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-8670161479358344244?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/8670161479358344244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=8670161479358344244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8670161479358344244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/8670161479358344244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/02/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-298343550452973507</id><published>2008-01-29T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:23:33.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Memories consume&lt;br /&gt;Like opening the wound&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;br /&gt;You all assume&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe here in my room&lt;br /&gt;Unless I try to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;The battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching my cure&lt;br /&gt;I tightly lock the door&lt;br /&gt;I try to catch my breath again&lt;br /&gt;I hurt much more&lt;br /&gt;Than anytime before&lt;br /&gt;I had no options left again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint it on the walls&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the one at fault&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fight again&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-298343550452973507?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/298343550452973507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=298343550452973507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/298343550452973507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/298343550452973507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/01/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the Habit'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-513869864724269011</id><published>2008-01-29T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:06:55.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Field</title><content type='html'>When you were small,&lt;br /&gt;We had the privilege of running on fields of grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we grow older,&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful fields of grass turns to glass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats not all,&lt;br /&gt;There is no more grass to break our fall,&lt;br /&gt;Now its glass.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any choice but to walk on,&lt;br /&gt;Feel our skin being torn,&lt;br /&gt;A new life is reborn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;So please take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Not of being dead,&lt;br /&gt;But else.....being betrayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-513869864724269011?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/513869864724269011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26761233315842548&amp;postID=513869864724269011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/513869864724269011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26761233315842548/posts/default/513869864724269011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/2008/01/glass-field.html' title='Glass Field'/><author><name>Tan Sri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26761233315842548.post-2010972226940215455</id><published>2008-01-28T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:14:01.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Worries cuts like a knife,&lt;br /&gt;Worries sometimes destroys life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back through our life....... thinking, how can we survive,&lt;br /&gt;Just want to get away  and have a dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to put away the doubts in life,&lt;br /&gt;The things we do gives us a new hope in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets think back,&lt;br /&gt;Think back into our past life..........&lt;br /&gt;Step by step back in time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are back in time,&lt;br /&gt;think about this rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;change....and everything will be fine.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26761233315842548-2010972226940215455?l=blackpieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackpieces.blogspot.com/feeds/2010972226940215455/comments/default' title='Post 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