<?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-3530874422876918689</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:16:34.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>umbilical residue</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog is a collection of feelings, a memorandum, an epistle, an effort to keep her distant... yet close.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4904559639084304554</id><published>2011-11-12T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:25:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparition</title><content type='html'>as i lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the wind's mild graze&lt;br /&gt;and when the air wraps around&lt;br /&gt;it is no less than your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i lie on the ground&lt;br /&gt;i look up into space&lt;br /&gt;and as the stars shift around&lt;br /&gt;it forms the shape of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was there&lt;br /&gt;where i could be with the wind&lt;br /&gt;and always stare into space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4904559639084304554?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4904559639084304554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4904559639084304554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/11/apparition.html' title='apparition'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7982866413343888158</id><published>2011-11-10T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:50:56.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>submission</title><content type='html'>I let my guards down when im around you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7982866413343888158?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7982866413343888158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7982866413343888158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/11/submission.html' title='submission'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-1997339955619731011</id><published>2011-11-04T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:54:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j.m.i</title><content type='html'>if one day we become strangers&lt;br /&gt;i'd only hope u'd remember the blood that binds us&lt;br /&gt;and forgive me for being the brief, gray, moment i was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-1997339955619731011?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1997339955619731011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1997339955619731011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/11/jmi.html' title='j.m.i'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2382715996921594248</id><published>2011-10-24T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:09:49.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bigotry</title><content type='html'>i want to be where the air is purple&lt;br /&gt;the clouds with a little shade of black is purple&lt;br /&gt;where the water is purple&lt;br /&gt;and the ripples on the purple waters are purple&lt;br /&gt;where the bow and stern and sails are all purple&lt;br /&gt;heading nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2382715996921594248?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2382715996921594248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2382715996921594248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/bigotry.html' title='bigotry'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7176400866811158870</id><published>2011-10-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:21:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consent</title><content type='html'>let it be my hands that hold&lt;br /&gt;so it would be less easy to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7176400866811158870?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7176400866811158870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7176400866811158870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/consent.html' title='consent'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6366429159421086425</id><published>2011-09-06T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:58:47.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purposes</title><content type='html'>each time your name surfaces&lt;br /&gt;a gladden smile would surely follow&lt;br /&gt;and those moments with you that i brood&lt;br /&gt;would fill the woes that left me hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are joy&lt;br /&gt;shorn yet more than sufficing&lt;br /&gt;brief yet truely elating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6366429159421086425?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6366429159421086425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6366429159421086425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/purposes.html' title='purposes'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8264007789989858040</id><published>2011-09-05T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:37:52.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the makeshift transit</title><content type='html'>as the sun creeps gradually yet steadily&lt;br /&gt;harboring behind skewed silhouettes&lt;br /&gt;of concrete bodies, I mourn, whilst&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly my fingers seam, scribbling&lt;br /&gt;on thin air,"you were jubilent. you were&lt;br /&gt;the every celebration when we held hands."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8264007789989858040?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8264007789989858040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8264007789989858040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/makeshift-transit.html' title='the makeshift transit'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7545395448417744040</id><published>2010-11-15T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:21:47.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gray sessions</title><content type='html'>brushing other skins left no affections that i could recall&lt;br /&gt;maybe my longing is that bad after all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7545395448417744040?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7545395448417744040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7545395448417744040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/11/gray-sessions.html' title='gray sessions'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4123248336308494841</id><published>2010-09-30T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:32:31.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the path</title><content type='html'>tell me,&lt;br /&gt;if i were to head differently&lt;br /&gt;would it be as blissful&lt;br /&gt;if i were to choose that which was not chosen&lt;br /&gt;would it be as delightful&lt;br /&gt;and if i did not bet it all in&lt;br /&gt;would it be as meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4123248336308494841?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4123248336308494841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4123248336308494841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/09/path.html' title='the path'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-9122067264793570844</id><published>2010-09-13T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:23:23.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>safe and sound</title><content type='html'>no need for regrets&lt;br /&gt;for mistakes made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;the past is gone.&lt;br /&gt;no looming fate,&lt;br /&gt;no uncontrollable destiny.&lt;br /&gt;no hunger, no sickness, no fear.&lt;br /&gt;no death.&lt;br /&gt;nothing ahead.&lt;br /&gt;nothing behind.&lt;br /&gt;just stillness.&lt;br /&gt;light. warmth.&lt;br /&gt;the pain i felt,&lt;br /&gt;the pain i may have caused others,&lt;br /&gt;it's behind me.&lt;br /&gt;no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;no fear of what will come.&lt;br /&gt;just the pulse of time.&lt;br /&gt;invigorating. soothing.&lt;br /&gt;bask in your light,&lt;br /&gt;taking comfort, knowing you are there.&lt;br /&gt;safe and sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-9122067264793570844?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9122067264793570844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9122067264793570844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/09/safe-and-sound.html' title='safe and sound'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-9102977968889972405</id><published>2010-09-05T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T04:24:24.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>id rather write less than feel less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-9102977968889972405?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9102977968889972405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9102977968889972405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3932663005990349273</id><published>2010-08-30T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:01:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songbirds</title><content type='html'>...theyve all went away.&lt;br /&gt;im staying here&lt;br /&gt;in case she shows up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3932663005990349273?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3932663005990349273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3932663005990349273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/08/songbirds.html' title='songbirds'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6807892364553071685</id><published>2010-08-21T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:34:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gentle blow</title><content type='html'>for a moment there my heart dropped like autumn leaves, slowly, coldly. every colour around me bleached to pale. all beliefs in anything mystical and magic disappeared, vanished like the air in my lungs. yet i know this is the time to rejoice, to be happy, for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6807892364553071685?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6807892364553071685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6807892364553071685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/08/gentle-blow.html' title='the gentle blow'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3359490156882761521</id><published>2010-08-11T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:09:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some facts are fictional</title><content type='html'>he thought he could stand there for ever in the clean air amidst the haze, where every bit of crack on the uneven pavements that he could remember has its own meaning, and the bits of grass from the crevice she usually clumped, and the way that there's nobody there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3359490156882761521?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3359490156882761521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3359490156882761521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-facts-are-fictional.html' title='some facts are fictional'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7663803933587536818</id><published>2010-08-09T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:02:19.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the favoured part in every play</title><content type='html'>i am a distant spectator&lt;br /&gt;and you are my subject of interest&lt;br /&gt;the light amidst a mise-en-scène so serene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7663803933587536818?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7663803933587536818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7663803933587536818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/08/favoured-part-in-every-play.html' title='the favoured part in every play'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7370964275230944094</id><published>2010-08-03T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:25:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eventually</title><content type='html'>and all the seeds that i have sowed&lt;br /&gt;in all the dreams that i have worn&lt;br /&gt;if one might come true eventually&lt;br /&gt;i would grow old ever so gracefully&lt;br /&gt;and i thought all it needs was faith&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone gets it wrong&lt;br /&gt;once in a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7370964275230944094?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7370964275230944094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7370964275230944094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/08/eventually.html' title='eventually'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5941515882101221599</id><published>2010-07-28T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:12:17.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>body</title><content type='html'>if love is water&lt;br /&gt;i would drown when i am around you&lt;br /&gt;if love is water&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you would be like drifting in the sea&lt;br /&gt;if love is water&lt;br /&gt;i would be thirsty, fucking thirsty&lt;br /&gt;when you are not with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5941515882101221599?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5941515882101221599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5941515882101221599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/body.html' title='body'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5320338202446620734</id><published>2010-07-13T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:06:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some tales are fickle...some are not</title><content type='html'>i once heard that&lt;br /&gt;when you like someone&lt;br /&gt;it's like breathing fresh air&lt;br /&gt;and every glance of her face&lt;br /&gt;is a new day full of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5320338202446620734?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5320338202446620734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5320338202446620734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-tales-are-ficklesome-are-not.html' title='some tales are fickle...some are not'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8846090634121871495</id><published>2010-07-08T23:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:36:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up, under, left and right</title><content type='html'>everywhere i go&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere i look&lt;br /&gt;there are traces of you&lt;br /&gt;in the music i hear&lt;br /&gt;in the pictures i draw&lt;br /&gt;in those empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;if there is none&lt;br /&gt;my mind would convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that there is...&lt;br /&gt;and all i could do&lt;br /&gt;is concur and believe&lt;br /&gt;even though sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i'd try so hard to&lt;br /&gt;not think of you&lt;br /&gt;or at least not as much&lt;br /&gt;as i am used to...&lt;br /&gt;yet i still want to feel&lt;br /&gt;how i always feel...&lt;br /&gt;embraced, surrounded by you&lt;br /&gt;or at least by those traces&lt;br /&gt;that i grew accustomed to...&lt;br /&gt;because you are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;that's what i want&lt;br /&gt;and don't want&lt;br /&gt;to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night,&lt;br /&gt;dear up, under, left and right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8846090634121871495?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8846090634121871495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8846090634121871495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-under-left-and-right.html' title='up, under, left and right'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7478117386150784223</id><published>2010-06-26T07:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:42:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thus</title><content type='html'>your facet is my favourite picture and your voice is my favourite song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7478117386150784223?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7478117386150784223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7478117386150784223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-facet-is-my-favourite-picture-and.html' title='thus'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4700794822212764515</id><published>2010-06-11T04:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T05:15:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hundred at a time</title><content type='html'>i would peel the skin of apples for you&lt;br /&gt;and oranges and even limes&lt;br /&gt;i would keep a piggy bank to buy you presents&lt;br /&gt;with each and every dime&lt;br /&gt;i would read to you your favourite books&lt;br /&gt;stories, poems and rhymes&lt;br /&gt;and i would write you love notes and  letters&lt;br /&gt;a hundred at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you let me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4700794822212764515?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4700794822212764515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4700794822212764515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/06/hundred-at-time.html' title='a hundred at a time'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7093909016077046602</id><published>2010-06-08T15:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:44:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stifled and slow</title><content type='html'>there she was&lt;br /&gt;and i was there&lt;br /&gt;there she was&lt;br /&gt;with all her glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;how cumbersome curiosity can be&lt;br /&gt;and how it escalates like tides in the sea&lt;br /&gt;till i became stifled and slow&lt;br /&gt;till the only time i ever stopped&lt;br /&gt;being curious of her was never ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7093909016077046602?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7093909016077046602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7093909016077046602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/06/stifled-and-slow.html' title='stifled and slow'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5624465944290496649</id><published>2010-06-08T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:25:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what might of been lost was found but not kept</title><content type='html'>the day is coming in&lt;br /&gt;this pouring rain is paradise&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't ask for anything better&lt;br /&gt;and so they say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5624465944290496649?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5624465944290496649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5624465944290496649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-might-of-been-lost-was-found-but.html' title='what might of been lost was found but not kept'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4956155500162938819</id><published>2010-05-31T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:17:02.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the meantime</title><content type='html'>if that time comes&lt;br /&gt;and it feels special...&lt;br /&gt;i bet it wont be me&lt;br /&gt;it would be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4956155500162938819?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4956155500162938819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4956155500162938819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-meantime.html' title='in the meantime'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2611215362852202849</id><published>2010-05-25T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:47:14.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condolence</title><content type='html'>can you read my mind?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how soft things i see around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how in a far away place i feel when i'm alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how pretty and delicate i see the lines that compose you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how hard this joyful plight for me to see pass through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you read my mind, dear virtue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2611215362852202849?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2611215362852202849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2611215362852202849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-read-my-mind-how-soft-things-i.html' title='condolence'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2140871854904725882</id><published>2010-05-24T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:51:38.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recoil</title><content type='html'>i tried&lt;br /&gt;but i still end up here looking you in the eye...&lt;br /&gt;maybe id rather bare the wait than lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2140871854904725882?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2140871854904725882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2140871854904725882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/05/recoil.html' title='recoil'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8038831452144392627</id><published>2010-04-28T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:37:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yearning sketch</title><content type='html'>when those eyes blink&lt;div&gt;my massless body stutters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when those eyes blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'd open up like blooming flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when those eyes blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a rain of ease and comfort showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when those eyes blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all things heavy hovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when those eyes blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my deepest gash recovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3530874422876918689-8038831452144392627?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8038831452144392627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8038831452144392627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/yearning-sketch.html' title='yearning sketch'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5888695174293181971</id><published>2010-04-21T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:52:26.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phases</title><content type='html'>i may someday adore someone else even more&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured...not at all longer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5888695174293181971?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5888695174293181971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5888695174293181971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/phases.html' title='phases'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3640043384629174052</id><published>2010-04-20T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:43:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all around me</title><content type='html'>to hold closely that brief moment of joy you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;is like cloaking oneself with a clear sheet of comfort that no one else could see&lt;br /&gt;every creak of the floor is your voice&lt;br /&gt;and every gentle whiff of air is your breath&lt;br /&gt;hence i smile...and i couldn't stop smiling&lt;br /&gt;with the thought of knowing you are all around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinitely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3640043384629174052?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3640043384629174052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3640043384629174052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-around-me.html' title='all around me'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6495569342627842351</id><published>2010-04-16T05:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T05:32:36.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>your absence in me is like having four limbs crippled in snow...waiting a summer that would never seem to sky in. i long for you... i long for my summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6495569342627842351?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6495569342627842351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6495569342627842351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8994058635138159446</id><published>2010-03-29T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:22:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faces</title><content type='html'>listen, sometimes i wish i was a painter and all the faces around me are plain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8994058635138159446?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8994058635138159446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8994058635138159446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/faces.html' title='faces'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7564099425184839404</id><published>2010-03-19T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:48:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caress</title><content type='html'>would you believe me if i tell you i was there beside you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7564099425184839404?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7564099425184839404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7564099425184839404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/caress.html' title='caress'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2138921785327214286</id><published>2010-03-19T07:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:18:02.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cue and you</title><content type='html'>sometimes when i stop to think&lt;br /&gt;i could not help but to remind myself of you&lt;br /&gt;how i wanted to give everything you'd want and&lt;br /&gt;how i would be anything or anyone you'd ever ask me to&lt;br /&gt;but if we ever get the chance to meet again&lt;br /&gt;i would smile to you and remember&lt;br /&gt;how all tingly you made feel&lt;br /&gt;as if time stalled and went faster&lt;br /&gt;all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;and how it was so true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2138921785327214286?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2138921785327214286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2138921785327214286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/cue-and-you.html' title='cue and you'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8322169528345243374</id><published>2010-03-18T03:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:34:22.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dementia</title><content type='html'>what i like most about the beach is it washes away the trails we leave behind... the only thing missing is you at the other end waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8322169528345243374?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8322169528345243374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8322169528345243374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/dementia.html' title='dementia'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3771888573339082841</id><published>2010-03-11T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T03:57:17.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>respiratorial plight</title><content type='html'>the last time i saw you&lt;br /&gt;was the last time i breathed&lt;br /&gt;like any man  asphyxiated&lt;br /&gt;i want to breathe again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3771888573339082841?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3771888573339082841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3771888573339082841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/respiratorial-plight.html' title='respiratorial plight'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-974873967676644325</id><published>2010-03-10T04:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:29:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bereft and forlorn</title><content type='html'>hopes to me now are no more than a dying sun&lt;br /&gt;so scarce for me a love that loves another one&lt;br /&gt;with each grace in the world you bring&lt;br /&gt;there's not an emptier song that i could sing...&lt;br /&gt;...if my hand is not nestling in yours&lt;br /&gt;if my sands are not laying in your shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never wanted anything i couldn't have as much as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as how a crescent moon awaits a perfect full&lt;br /&gt;alas, time to me proves to be no less than cruel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-974873967676644325?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/974873967676644325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/974873967676644325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/bereft-and-forlorn.html' title='bereft and forlorn'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2597499978759373898</id><published>2010-02-26T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T05:56:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harbinger</title><content type='html'>life, some say, is about assurance&lt;br /&gt;and reassurance&lt;br /&gt;but if things do not go your way&lt;br /&gt;i hope you would fall on softer ground&lt;br /&gt;if not in my hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2597499978759373898?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2597499978759373898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2597499978759373898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/02/harbinger.html' title='harbinger'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-491322833607426845</id><published>2010-02-15T07:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:34:44.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bracelet</title><content type='html'>i always thought that this feeling of longing is a form of amnesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a painful restitution for wanting you, what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u, still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-491322833607426845?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/491322833607426845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/491322833607426845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/02/bracelet.html' title='bracelet'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-1147774584106286805</id><published>2010-02-14T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:40:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prior</title><content type='html'>when he says "im ok" when actually hes not&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell by his gestures&lt;br /&gt;and the places he chooses to be&lt;br /&gt;then you'll wonder what made him so wary&lt;br /&gt;until you find his little brown book&lt;br /&gt;and read the first entry that reads...&lt;br /&gt;"if it means that much to you, i would"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-1147774584106286805?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1147774584106286805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1147774584106286805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/02/prior.html' title='prior'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2902152489114261016</id><published>2010-01-28T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:59:09.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satin skies</title><content type='html'>but i saw a rainbow today...&lt;br /&gt;i could have sworn it was you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2902152489114261016?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2902152489114261016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2902152489114261016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/satin-skies.html' title='satin skies'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2259080170259533292</id><published>2009-12-22T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:24:59.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different turn</title><content type='html'>which way to breathe please tell me&lt;br /&gt;i didn't catch you the first time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2259080170259533292?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2259080170259533292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2259080170259533292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/different-turn.html' title='different turn'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2755281534623892933</id><published>2009-12-11T04:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:53:10.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-loathing</title><content type='html'>it is far simpler to ignore than to forget&lt;br /&gt;which is both too caustic and erratic&lt;br /&gt;it is easier to shut down and sleep&lt;br /&gt;than to turn around and weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gift to you is absence&lt;br /&gt;and i wish the same in return&lt;br /&gt;at least for now&lt;br /&gt;when i am not thinking for myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2755281534623892933?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2755281534623892933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2755281534623892933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-loathing.html' title='self-loathing'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2275560366780977273</id><published>2009-12-10T03:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:58:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flakes</title><content type='html'>your very existence is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;the echo of your name&lt;br /&gt;is like dropping  color on a pale portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even start to imagine a past without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take my hand," i wish repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;like a broken record&lt;br /&gt;we would make a more poignant future&lt;br /&gt;you and i&lt;br /&gt;we would make a path made of pebbles&lt;br /&gt;you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even start to imagine a past without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really hurting me&lt;br /&gt;being a ghost in my own haunting&lt;br /&gt;i feel fit&lt;br /&gt;to trade soul with the soulless&lt;br /&gt;for there is no need for a soul&lt;br /&gt;without the taste of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i become certain&lt;br /&gt;i cant even start to imagine a past without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2275560366780977273?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2275560366780977273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2275560366780977273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/flakes.html' title='flakes'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2434381170632653618</id><published>2009-11-26T04:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:59:28.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third wish...and still counting</title><content type='html'>i cant seem to convince myself that i would not trade anything to hear you breathe again. perhaps because i like how much it hurts missing you still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2434381170632653618?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2434381170632653618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2434381170632653618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/third-wish.html' title='third wish...and still counting'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-9199448326028047516</id><published>2009-11-25T00:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:00:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceremony</title><content type='html'>i was home&lt;br /&gt;i was holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;and then your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and then one finger&lt;br /&gt;one after another&lt;br /&gt;until i came&lt;br /&gt;to the fourth finger&lt;br /&gt;which then i wrapped&lt;br /&gt;with a golden loop&lt;br /&gt;with a diamond&lt;br /&gt;that glittered on top&lt;br /&gt;it was not the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glittering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i saw two others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i stared mine at yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and it was home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it was last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;as i slept far off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did not last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yet i was home (at last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-9199448326028047516?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9199448326028047516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/9199448326028047516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-home-i-was-holding-your-hand-and.html' title='ceremony'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4707300686388797939</id><published>2009-11-21T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:45:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selama aku masih sanggup berjalan</title><content type='html'>different places have lost its significance&lt;br /&gt;time echoes as if it stands still&lt;br /&gt;i can not reason like i used to anymore&lt;br /&gt;yet favorably intricate details became simpler&lt;br /&gt;and all things in limbo seem static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are not as strong though&lt;br /&gt;as how i cranked quandaries before&lt;br /&gt;but there is still a spark of life left in me&lt;br /&gt;that would shine as bright as the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;when i see u smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4707300686388797939?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4707300686388797939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4707300686388797939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/selama-aku-masih-sanggup-berjalan.html' title='selama aku masih sanggup berjalan'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4248371633522057344</id><published>2009-11-19T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:43:35.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>named after</title><content type='html'>as i wake up i find myself a little deeper&lt;br /&gt;it started like this;&lt;br /&gt;i was spry before the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the only reason for that&lt;br /&gt;was you, being near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4248371633522057344?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4248371633522057344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4248371633522057344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/named-after.html' title='named after'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4847307623833595756</id><published>2009-11-11T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:45:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metaphor</title><content type='html'>your crescent lips are the moon of my nights&lt;br /&gt;whilst your glowing eyes are the sun of my days&lt;br /&gt;and your hair is the wind that whiffs&lt;br /&gt;the soft skin-like clouds on your face&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4847307623833595756?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4847307623833595756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4847307623833595756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/metaphor.html' title='metaphor'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-148959138196716711</id><published>2009-11-09T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:25:41.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushing up daisies</title><content type='html'>pull me out of this periphery&lt;br /&gt;pull me distant from what i can't condone&lt;br /&gt;i brood with each absence, with each empty moment&lt;br /&gt;so i try to count faster, to make it easier&lt;br /&gt;my hands are marked with yearning&lt;br /&gt;when i try to catch a glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;now picture a leafless tree&lt;br /&gt;then picture me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-148959138196716711?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/148959138196716711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/148959138196716711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/pushing-up-daisies.html' title='pushing up daisies'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2347685947186980407</id><published>2009-11-06T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:10:36.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i barely knew the meaning of yesterday before i misplaced you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-barely-knew-meaning-of-yesterday.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   i may never have the chance to tell you how wonderful you made me feel. so wonderful that it aches. so wonderful that it breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2347685947186980407?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2347685947186980407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2347685947186980407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-barely-knew-meaning-of-yesterday_06.html' title='i barely knew the meaning of yesterday before i misplaced you'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4337749246541806167</id><published>2009-11-05T04:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:18:33.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resilience...or rather i be weak?</title><content type='html'>i breathed in and all i gasp was air&lt;br /&gt;i shout to repel all the things i could not bare&lt;br /&gt;i tried to listen and all i heard was myself&lt;br /&gt;an empty trembling voice that echoed itself&lt;br /&gt;i convinced me of happiness but all i had was shame&lt;br /&gt;i valiantly scaled summits and all i had left was a name&lt;br /&gt;and fading memories all the same&lt;br /&gt;i shouted my lungs out until the air was through&lt;br /&gt;so i breathed in again and all i gasp was still you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4337749246541806167?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4337749246541806167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4337749246541806167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/resilienceor-rather-i-be-weak.html' title='resilience...or rather i be weak?'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-800357832643958228</id><published>2009-11-01T07:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:38:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the things i would not say, remember, reminisce, miss nor forget.</title><content type='html'>as we turned us into a baffling rune&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt to love you so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i turned us into an endless wait&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt to love you so late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as time and fate whisper to me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have learnt yet to love you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-800357832643958228?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/800357832643958228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/800357832643958228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-things-id-rather-not-say.html' title='you are the things i would not say, remember, reminisce, miss nor forget.'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8523756415088741320</id><published>2009-10-26T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:38:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longing</title><content type='html'>candy in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;like how i first touched yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8523756415088741320?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8523756415088741320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8523756415088741320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/10/longing.html' title='longing'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4551071962834109218</id><published>2009-07-10T02:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:50:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quill</title><content type='html'>i cant remember your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet your grace&lt;br /&gt;how your hair interlaced&lt;br /&gt;how it made me haste&lt;br /&gt;every time i gazed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i remember still&lt;br /&gt;clinging like a dead &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agapornis'&lt;/span&gt; quill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i do remember still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4551071962834109218?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4551071962834109218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4551071962834109218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-remember-your-face-yet-your.html' title='quill'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-584668817453519764</id><published>2009-05-05T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:51:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning</title><content type='html'>the giver of the beggars&lt;br /&gt;the shelter for the drifters&lt;br /&gt;the mender of the broken&lt;br /&gt;the speaker for the unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is far too easy to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;so teach me aptly the thought of not having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…or else take my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-584668817453519764?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/584668817453519764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/584668817453519764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning.html' title='learning'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3609967176034134228</id><published>2009-04-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:48:08.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exit wound</title><content type='html'>i wish i can tell you everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3609967176034134228?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3609967176034134228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3609967176034134228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/04/exit-wound.html' title='exit wound'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8831212588345747947</id><published>2009-04-07T19:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:58:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you smile, the world turns a shade brighter</title><content type='html'>dear adored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you did to me what only rainbows could do to others&lt;br /&gt;you made me think about the thing that matters...&lt;br /&gt;about finery&lt;br /&gt;about beauty&lt;br /&gt;about you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8831212588345747947?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8831212588345747947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8831212588345747947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-smile-world-turns-shade.html' title='when you smile, the world turns a shade brighter'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4389058741743979969</id><published>2009-04-06T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:56:20.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than counting petals</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of you when a friend asked, “what’s in your mind?”&lt;br /&gt;after a breath or two I replied with a quaint smile, “hope springs eternal...”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4389058741743979969?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4389058741743979969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4389058741743979969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-than-counting-petals.html' title='better than counting petals'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3145492369739612003</id><published>2009-04-05T06:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:50:24.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spaces</title><content type='html'>i stole a little bit of you and bring it everywhere i flee.&lt;br /&gt;or was it you who stole a little bit of me whilst leaving my chest empty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3145492369739612003?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3145492369739612003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3145492369739612003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/04/spaces.html' title='spaces'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8746526150962301686</id><published>2009-03-17T04:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:00:18.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is just a composition of lines and planes highlighting  you</title><content type='html'>he kept still and quiet tonight&lt;br /&gt;overshadowed by a dim light&lt;br /&gt;he speaks to me no more like the nights before&lt;br /&gt;and the nights before that&lt;br /&gt;neither a single word nor whisper&lt;br /&gt;no stories about them, himself or her&lt;br /&gt;not even a simple gesture,&lt;br /&gt;just an empty stare, this man in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8746526150962301686?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8746526150962301686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8746526150962301686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-is-just-composition-of-lines-and.html' title='the world is just a composition of lines and planes highlighting  you'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5875171101614683249</id><published>2009-03-16T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:42:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obtuse</title><content type='html'>if you were every word I say&lt;br /&gt;i’d opt to stay quiet for while&lt;br /&gt;so I could miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5875171101614683249?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5875171101614683249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5875171101614683249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/obtuse.html' title='obtuse'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5255731662972245780</id><published>2009-03-12T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:09:06.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since when can silence be so alarming?</title><content type='html'>there are only two things in this world&lt;br /&gt;you and everything else in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if only you could see me the way i see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5255731662972245780?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5255731662972245780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5255731662972245780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-when-can-silence-be-so-alarming.html' title='since when can silence be so alarming?'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-4544802657982208839</id><published>2009-03-05T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:09:03.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upon her i wonder</title><content type='html'>an angel appears to me, this maiden &lt;br /&gt;forever seems she was kept hidden&lt;br /&gt;for only now i see her belatedly&lt;br /&gt;as my breast, my heart sense agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i curl whilst groping contemplation&lt;br /&gt;my liken quickens hastier than my reactions&lt;br /&gt;swallow fast this broth of heartrending&lt;br /&gt;so i could clearly see path to an ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halt, for I am not too sure&lt;br /&gt;will a quiet parting resolve to a cure?&lt;br /&gt;as these fissures of feelings worsen&lt;br /&gt;the joy of her presence i dare not abandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as bitter sweat skims on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;yet...&lt;br /&gt;her smile won’t allow the pores in my eyes to leak,&lt;br /&gt;this maiden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-4544802657982208839?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4544802657982208839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/4544802657982208839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/upon-her-i-wonder.html' title='upon her i wonder'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-77081966512582464</id><published>2009-03-05T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:40:15.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fetter</title><content type='html'>i need to know&lt;br /&gt;i need to be sure…&lt;br /&gt;for everyday a cavity my heart grew&lt;br /&gt;and it won’t stop until I’m through…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to know&lt;br /&gt;i need to be sure…&lt;br /&gt;and I need to be certain&lt;br /&gt;that you are happy&lt;br /&gt;so I could calmly flee&lt;br /&gt;as I leave you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you &lt;br /&gt;i am just God’s intervention&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-77081966512582464?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/77081966512582464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/77081966512582464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/fetter.html' title='fetter'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-370983317063636742</id><published>2009-03-03T04:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:44:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are fillers to the blanks that we help create</title><content type='html'>all I had to do was look away and run&lt;br /&gt;like how I did before&lt;br /&gt;ignore&lt;br /&gt;but I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;i could but I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;and now these blanks are for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-370983317063636742?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/370983317063636742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/370983317063636742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-fillers-to-blanks-that-we-help.html' title='We are fillers to the blanks that we help create'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2945144482470718412</id><published>2009-03-02T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:51:35.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am counting spaces between me, this view and you</title><content type='html'>i’m starting to feel a little less than nothing&lt;br /&gt;hands clutched I am preparing&lt;br /&gt;you’re leaving again like the nights before&lt;br /&gt;and I know not what’s next in store&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve heaven over the earth…and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2945144482470718412?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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blue</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you not how I admire your splendour?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you not you’re the face in my every corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you not how your sparkling eyes melt me?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you not how I wish to make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I did not…time will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2957271296308107603?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2957271296308107603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2957271296308107603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-roses-are-blue.html' title='sometimes roses are blue'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7592070014500234136</id><published>2009-02-24T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:31:14.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset: sudden smile and gesture</title><content type='html'>i hate the sea&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll miss it&lt;br /&gt;and you are no different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7592070014500234136?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7592070014500234136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7592070014500234136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunset-3.html' title='sunset: sudden smile and gesture'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-96991177891365765</id><published>2009-02-24T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:28:29.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset: bolt from the blue</title><content type='html'>tell me something&lt;br /&gt;if this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safe distance&lt;/span&gt; is so safe&lt;br /&gt;then why is it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-96991177891365765?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/96991177891365765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/96991177891365765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunset-2.html' title='sunset: bolt from the blue'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-921497561597524513</id><published>2009-02-24T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:27:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset: certainty would only hold you captive in quietness</title><content type='html'>the ocean, the shores and the waves&lt;br /&gt;are trying to tell me a story&lt;br /&gt;a poignant one about a man&lt;br /&gt;who wants to know the future&lt;br /&gt;granted, he later learns&lt;br /&gt;an ending he would never prefer&lt;br /&gt;that there will never be a 'him and her'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-921497561597524513?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/921497561597524513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/921497561597524513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunset-1.html' title='sunset: certainty would only hold you captive in quietness'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8397222955499787107</id><published>2009-02-19T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:40:55.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing went well today except for our little conversation just now</title><content type='html'>a penny in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;two bucks in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;and you in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8397222955499787107?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8397222955499787107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8397222955499787107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-went-well-today-except-for-our.html' title='nothing went well today except for our little conversation just now'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5182804215410681571</id><published>2009-02-13T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:46:03.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day  i fell for you is a day towards  forever</title><content type='html'>no matter how hard I try to&lt;br /&gt;disregard you&lt;br /&gt;resent you&lt;br /&gt;and rail against you...&lt;br /&gt;inside, these feelings creep&lt;br /&gt;whilst Im about to close my eyes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I would then sigh and moan in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;over the fact that I will still adore you tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5182804215410681571?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5182804215410681571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5182804215410681571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-fell-for-you-is-day-towards.html' title='the day  i fell for you is a day towards  forever'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3018404784402237302</id><published>2009-02-08T04:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:41:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever misplaced something, got upset, and later on found out that its in ur hand?</title><content type='html'>lend me your voice&lt;br /&gt;so i could sleep soundly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3018404784402237302?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3018404784402237302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3018404784402237302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-missplaced-something-got-upset-and.html' title='ever misplaced something, got upset, and later on found out that its in ur hand?'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8735349770470007307</id><published>2009-02-02T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:35:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complimenting fate</title><content type='html'>Each and every time I stand restless behind this ambiguous line&lt;br /&gt;which I ever so hesitantly shouldn't cross…&lt;br /&gt;refraining this urge, I constantly remind myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Enough now…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8735349770470007307?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8735349770470007307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8735349770470007307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/02/complimenting-fate.html' title='complimenting fate'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8070913280400711923</id><published>2009-01-23T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:22:17.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thee shall not fade, for time is timeless</title><content type='html'>thou art so gentle with thine grace&lt;br /&gt;i'd savor thee with each passing&lt;br /&gt;and upon all the benches i have sat&lt;br /&gt;none that i have forgotten so reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;than the ones that i shared with thee&lt;br /&gt;hence, shall i compose from it...&lt;br /&gt;...a collection of thy sweetest memeory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8070913280400711923?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8070913280400711923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8070913280400711923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/thee-shall-shall-not-fade-for-time-is.html' title='thee shall not fade, for time is timeless'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6239496060601866380</id><published>2009-01-23T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:18:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staring a blank page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/SXlu9c7uapI/AAAAAAAAACU/_iGgDYHRr5g/s1600-h/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/SXlu9c7uapI/AAAAAAAAACU/_iGgDYHRr5g/s200/zz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294384838968502930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6239496060601866380?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6239496060601866380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6239496060601866380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/staring-at-blank-page.html' title='staring a blank page'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/SXlu9c7uapI/AAAAAAAAACU/_iGgDYHRr5g/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2977869833094244319</id><published>2009-01-21T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:59:08.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agitated</title><content type='html'>can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;another glass of water perhaps&lt;br /&gt;shifting channels;&lt;br /&gt;fabricated facts and pitiable glee…&lt;br /&gt;they bore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;another glass of water perhaps&lt;br /&gt;picked a book&lt;br /&gt;been reading the same line 10 times now&lt;br /&gt;can’t concentrate  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;another glass of water perhaps&lt;br /&gt;staring his shit&lt;br /&gt;o yea…cats can’t clean their own dump&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;another glass of water perhaps&lt;br /&gt;wait…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glasses of water…&lt;br /&gt;to take my mind off of her?&lt;br /&gt;yeah right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2977869833094244319?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2977869833094244319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2977869833094244319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/agitated.html' title='agitated'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3252309210732422937</id><published>2009-01-18T07:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:16:31.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i (always) hope she wakes up smiling</title><content type='html'>she's my pastime and she's my habit&lt;br /&gt;she is the only moon in my orbit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3252309210732422937?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3252309210732422937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3252309210732422937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/0710.html' title='i (always) hope she wakes up smiling'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-7496256992153364030</id><published>2009-01-18T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:26:37.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aspirational moments</title><content type='html'>i want people around me happy&lt;br /&gt;no war no pain nor poverty&lt;br /&gt;i want a world where there’s no greed&lt;br /&gt;where poor people can meet their needs&lt;br /&gt;i want pure freedom in making choices&lt;br /&gt;i want the oppressed to be given voices&lt;br /&gt;i want to make my mother proud&lt;br /&gt;cause when she cries, my heart tares out&lt;br /&gt;i want chances to make up for and explain,&lt;br /&gt;and redeem myself for the grudges that remain&lt;br /&gt;i want my friends to never forget me&lt;br /&gt;because dying alone means leaving empty&lt;br /&gt;i want the earth to be greener&lt;br /&gt;and hoping human would be less meaner&lt;br /&gt;i wish future children would be healthier&lt;br /&gt;and not having to pay for our mistake made prior &lt;br /&gt;i want to be a peasant more thankful&lt;br /&gt;for sometimes I forget how to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;i want to do unexpected things&lt;br /&gt;i want to travel to where my heart brings&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn and understand&lt;br /&gt;feel, experience and comprehend&lt;br /&gt;i want to look up to foreign skies&lt;br /&gt;look into novel unfamiliar eyes&lt;br /&gt;i want to feed my curiosity&lt;br /&gt;i want new worlds to teach me&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet new people&lt;br /&gt;and grasp the lore of being humble&lt;br /&gt;i want to step on strange new lands&lt;br /&gt;and I want the chance to hold her hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-7496256992153364030?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7496256992153364030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/7496256992153364030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/aspirational-moments.html' title='aspirational moments'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3343877928128704872</id><published>2009-01-15T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:55:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swings and slides</title><content type='html'>it was late &lt;br /&gt;and a little windy&lt;br /&gt;the clouds were so dark...&lt;br /&gt;...the sky was empty&lt;br /&gt;no stars to talk to&lt;br /&gt;only fake ones downhill…&lt;br /&gt;…from houses and buildings&lt;br /&gt;and street lamps and lightings&lt;br /&gt;the cold winds that chilled,&lt;br /&gt;they hindered 'other' thoughts&lt;br /&gt;from coming in.&lt;br /&gt;the spaces beside me were emptying&lt;br /&gt;till I sat alone in my car&lt;br /&gt;writing and wanting&lt;br /&gt;and wondering…what was she doing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3343877928128704872?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3343877928128704872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3343877928128704872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-late-and-little-windy-clouds.html' title='swings and slides'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6422291545516198787</id><published>2009-01-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:53:07.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past is only over our shoulder and a heartbeat behind.</title><content type='html'>Will I ever stop whimpering of precedent pains I’ve went through?&lt;br /&gt;They seem to know me better than I do. I long for changes, to move on, to forget things. But how could i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I’ll just wish for rainbows and flower-filled meadows,&lt;br /&gt;sunny days, clear skies …no haste just laze…&lt;br /&gt;…watching butterflies flutter…from flower to flower…&lt;br /&gt;…with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6422291545516198787?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6422291545516198787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6422291545516198787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-is-only-over-my-shoulder-and.html' title='the past is only over our shoulder and a heartbeat behind.'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3409525840631704025</id><published>2009-01-08T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:49:20.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to see through walls that are not there</title><content type='html'>bila terungkai sikap, sifat dan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;hanya melalui bingkai-bingkai bicara&lt;br /&gt;yang dengki kadangkala&lt;br /&gt;kita akan berhenti bernafas seketika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuba mencapai apa yang kita rasa ada...&lt;br /&gt;di depan kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3409525840631704025?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3409525840631704025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3409525840631704025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-see-through-walls-that-are.html' title='trying to see through walls that are not there'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6097738113561402333</id><published>2009-01-05T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:41:38.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless</title><content type='html'>the very first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;you stood out like red in a canvas of blue &lt;br /&gt;like a child’s dream that came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were…&lt;br /&gt;like a lush tree in a middle  of a sand dune&lt;br /&gt;like silence broken by a kind tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;your eyes glisten like raindrops on a leaf&lt;br /&gt;and so does your hair to my belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it was all meaningless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was meaningless until I really knew you&lt;br /&gt;and how your first few verses made my heart grew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6097738113561402333?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6097738113561402333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6097738113561402333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-blooming-flower-in-empty-meadow.html' title='meaningless'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3711091100022406323</id><published>2009-01-05T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:03:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i love the sound of oceans&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it thaws me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and in a way convince me...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that there’s still some parts of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that are still alive...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday, come q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3711091100022406323?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3711091100022406323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3711091100022406323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/anticipating.html' title='anticipating'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6709506485271227456</id><published>2009-01-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:11:28.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 lazy sips</title><content type='html'>its already 12 and my hands are still shaking&lt;br /&gt;1 sip, 2 sips... 3 lazy sips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air is cold tonight&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colder than it's supposed to be... i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose to blame?&lt;br /&gt;i am?&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year, December&lt;br /&gt;along your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;predecessor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...you i'll always remember{noktah}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6709506485271227456?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6709506485271227456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6709506485271227456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-lazy-sips.html' title='3 lazy sips'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-1967380053680999958</id><published>2008-12-21T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:30:58.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i envy them too</title><content type='html'>as i envy the winds that caress your skin&lt;br /&gt;i could imagine how honored and jubilent&lt;br /&gt;the clinging leaves feel for the chance to shade you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pavements, walkways and passages&lt;br /&gt;that greets your every step... i envy them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lucky the walls around you&lt;br /&gt;if i could echo your voice like they do,...&lt;br /&gt;i could sing myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;like how lullabies do.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i envy them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-1967380053680999958?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1967380053680999958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1967380053680999958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-envy-them-too.html' title='...i envy them too'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-3065584175515561621</id><published>2008-12-18T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:20:10.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>murdered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280885175109924626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/SUl5FmINtxI/AAAAAAAAABY/P1z5KsVCGCU/s200/573113_kenangakecil.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;if pure beauty kills, you'd be my murderer... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-3065584175515561621?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3065584175515561621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/3065584175515561621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/murdered.html' title='murdered'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/SUl5FmINtxI/AAAAAAAAABY/P1z5KsVCGCU/s72-c/573113_kenangakecil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-182697037793306852</id><published>2008-12-17T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:21:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and she went by gracefully...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i surrender happiness to make someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;and as im doing that, i'll be watching my own &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;go pass by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           ..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yielded remorse for i've made someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;and as i was doing that, i watched my own &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;went pass by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; went by gracefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-182697037793306852?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/182697037793306852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/182697037793306852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/remorse.html' title='and she went by gracefully...'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-1234636951965460368</id><published>2008-12-16T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:13:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything reminds me of you</title><content type='html'>even a slight thought of u in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a slight thought of me in ur mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would make me even happier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-1234636951965460368?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1234636951965460368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1234636951965460368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='everything reminds me of you'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-53679153764752836</id><published>2008-12-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:07:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>i miss waking up in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;rushing to work, running to catch my train.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the long lines that kept me waiting&lt;br /&gt;and often made me late. I miss the faces of tired drones&lt;br /&gt;in the train forced to bare another day.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that nasi lemak i often ate in the pantry&lt;br /&gt;each time when i came in early. i miss hating alex for&lt;br /&gt;each n every word he said. i miss feeling agitated each time&lt;br /&gt;i had to stay back late. i miss the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of despise when completing a rigorous task they gave.&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping in the dark corner while&lt;br /&gt;pretending that im working. and i miss the sweet&lt;br /&gt;glimpse of her that i took when she came by passing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-53679153764752836?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/53679153764752836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/53679153764752836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-5464359165361802314</id><published>2008-12-12T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:17:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rampant... still</title><content type='html'>a gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet rampant still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-5464359165361802314?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5464359165361802314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/5464359165361802314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/rampant-still.html' title='rampant... still'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-2749824321801410554</id><published>2008-12-12T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:40:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rampant</title><content type='html'>these walls...&lt;br /&gt;theyre caving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am not the man i thought i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;plain and punishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this urge...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;fain and demeaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in due time?&lt;br /&gt;just a phase?&lt;br /&gt;a mistake, a gift, a maze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rampant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-2749824321801410554?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2749824321801410554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/2749824321801410554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/rampant.html' title='rampant'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-410694467885287437</id><published>2008-12-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:09:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reverie so serene</title><content type='html'>last night i had a dream&lt;br /&gt;a dream wondrously woven&lt;br /&gt;about how i kept her warm&lt;br /&gt;how i kept her calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this vivid dream&lt;br /&gt;we were winsomely alone&lt;br /&gt;yes, i kept her warm&lt;br /&gt;n i hummed her a psalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i did all i can  to keep this dream&lt;br /&gt;still further away her presence it seemed&lt;br /&gt;as the dream fades my heart dissassembled&lt;br /&gt;the dimmer she was the more that i trembled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come back, dream," i said.&lt;br /&gt;"be absolute instead..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reverie so serene,...&lt;br /&gt;so pleasent yet mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence i lay here stagnant,&lt;br /&gt;wide awake, eyes closed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-410694467885287437?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/410694467885287437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/410694467885287437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/reverie-so-serene.html' title='a reverie so serene'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-6540991930874318998</id><published>2008-12-10T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:32:47.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if...</title><content type='html'>if i was a poem&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the words&lt;br /&gt;that shape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was a song&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the melody&lt;br /&gt;that sings me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was a garden&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the flowers&lt;br /&gt;that embellish me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was the sun&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the radience&lt;br /&gt;that shines me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was a picture&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the colours&lt;br /&gt;that fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was anything else&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the existance&lt;br /&gt;that made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i am only i&lt;br /&gt;nothing more n nothing less...&lt;br /&gt;and you are the dream&lt;br /&gt;that haunts me...so sweetly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-6540991930874318998?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6540991930874318998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/6540991930874318998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/if.html' title='if...'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-1372075215228278169</id><published>2008-12-09T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:05:15.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>astounded</title><content type='html'>a flower so delicate...&lt;br /&gt;with crowning petals u stood so perfect&lt;br /&gt;i am astounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flower so delicate...&lt;br /&gt;with charming colors u hold me static&lt;br /&gt;i am astounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a poet's desire and dream...&lt;br /&gt;a lucky charm, an enchanting whim&lt;br /&gt;you're what a perfectionist craves for...&lt;br /&gt;to keep, to hold, to love and to adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each and every glimpse of u&lt;br /&gt;makes my senses tingle...&lt;br /&gt;o how i wish to hold u,&lt;br /&gt;touch u and mingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all flowers were as pretty as u...&lt;br /&gt;a heaven on earth would easily come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flower so delicate...&lt;br /&gt;you're the most beautiful flower that ever bloomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-1372075215228278169?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1372075215228278169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/1372075215228278169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/flower-so-delicate.html' title='astounded'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530874422876918689.post-8490186248326843435</id><published>2008-12-09T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:32:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0405</title><content type='html'>with skin so soft&lt;br /&gt;and eyes so flawless...&lt;br /&gt;my soul is aloft&lt;br /&gt;when its you i witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your rosy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and graceful hair...&lt;br /&gt;is more than what&lt;br /&gt;my mind could bare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky turns pale&lt;br /&gt;it's pleasing no more...&lt;br /&gt;when thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;i try to ignore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time i think of u&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat...&lt;br /&gt;and each time i try not to&lt;br /&gt;my limbs go numb and weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the calming sound of gentle raindrops...&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the sun piercing the trees...&lt;br /&gt;the blissful breeze of the morning air...&lt;br /&gt;the pleasent sight of sparkling seas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet nothing compares to the thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;but still, theres nothing more that i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i watch you from afar............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530874422876918689-8490186248326843435?l=lovenloathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8490186248326843435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530874422876918689/posts/default/8490186248326843435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovenloathe.blogspot.com/2008/12/0405.html' title='0405'/><author><name>umbilical residue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702053429769022604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZFOSeHpRiqo/ST8Gc6XZQbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AF3GtEWr7Cc/S220/eyes.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
