<?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-628567243745515738</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:08:38.117+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PeriSh..pErisHed..peRisHabLe..pErisHers..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8574384781405129063</id><published>2009-09-08T08:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:28:25.562+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die and Die</title><content type='html'>Oh how I wish they would turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;To become nothing but creepy crawlers&lt;br /&gt;Like animals waiting for their slaughter&lt;br /&gt;Crawl all the way to the path of hell&lt;br /&gt;Crawl all the way on sharp edges knives&lt;br /&gt;With palms wide opened&lt;br /&gt;Moving every bit of their bodies in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;And just slit them opened&lt;br /&gt;Till the last bite of their fleshes&lt;br /&gt;And become one&lt;br /&gt;On crumbling earth&lt;br /&gt;The world to become mass of blood&lt;br /&gt;Clearing every clean spot&lt;br /&gt;Marking every sign with its colour&lt;br /&gt;With the sun burning their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till they see nothing more&lt;br /&gt;And I will be standing&lt;br /&gt;To be the one who watches&lt;br /&gt;With glory and victory in my hands&lt;br /&gt;With eyes wider than ever&lt;br /&gt;With smile happier than ever&lt;br /&gt;And I will be the one captures each second of their fear&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying&lt;br /&gt;With my wings fluttered gracefully&lt;br /&gt;To watch every single of them die&lt;br /&gt;Die and die in pain and suffer&lt;br /&gt;Just die and leave me without noone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8574384781405129063?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8574384781405129063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8574384781405129063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8574384781405129063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8574384781405129063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/09/die-and-die.html' title='Die and Die'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-7433959245249986487</id><published>2009-09-08T08:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:27:58.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Blood</title><content type='html'>It’s raining tonight&lt;br /&gt;The sky cried for its unquiet sound&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke smells for its bittersweet taste&lt;br /&gt;And I am colder than ever&lt;br /&gt;Taking the wind as it frosts my leftover flesh&lt;br /&gt;So I’m heating up my bone&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m feeling in my blood&lt;br /&gt;As it drips down&lt;br /&gt;I’m catching it with my own hand&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of every last drip&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the colour of red&lt;br /&gt;As it’s getting darker and darker&lt;br /&gt;And lighter and lighter&lt;br /&gt;Till the moment I perish&lt;br /&gt;I’m covered with my own blood&lt;br /&gt;Tasting my own true blood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-7433959245249986487?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7433959245249986487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=7433959245249986487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/7433959245249986487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Voices from the past&lt;br /&gt;Voices of demons greeting my fear&lt;br /&gt;And then I fall&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the sound of agony&lt;br /&gt;Sinking to the bottomless pit of craziness&lt;br /&gt;And I’m derelict&lt;br /&gt;From the outside world I know&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my demons&lt;br /&gt;Accepting their greetings&lt;br /&gt;As I crush them into my bone&lt;br /&gt;Become one with my blood&lt;br /&gt;Then I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And then I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8858441853166367611?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8858441853166367611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8858441853166367611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Have you ever seen the sky this blue&lt;br /&gt;Like one of those colours in cartoon movie&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever smelled the grass this fresh&lt;br /&gt;Like one of those imaginations from a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so sick of human&lt;br /&gt;You just want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so tired of mandatory battle&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t care anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I do when you appear&lt;br /&gt;You are the button to press when I’m shutting down&lt;br /&gt;Even just a slender semblance of you&lt;br /&gt;Even just a tiny little glance to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a second wake-up call&lt;br /&gt;You are a place to rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-5562403137918116155?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2207095654572887372</id><published>2009-09-08T08:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:26:54.175+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome You</title><content type='html'>I’ve had good experiences&lt;br /&gt;They’re all gone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had good fantasies&lt;br /&gt;They’re just come and now they’re gone&lt;br /&gt;I’m putting my body to rest&lt;br /&gt;This sound comes catching my breath&lt;br /&gt;Giving the heat to my body as I haul the blanket away&lt;br /&gt;It’s still heat I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;My fantasies are completely gone now&lt;br /&gt;Left me with my worst imagination&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make contact with the cold weather&lt;br /&gt;But the heat effaces my body&lt;br /&gt;Let me rest now&lt;br /&gt;As I welcome you again&lt;br /&gt;My beloved never ending&lt;br /&gt;nightmare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2207095654572887372?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2207095654572887372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2207095654572887372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2207095654572887372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2207095654572887372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-you.html' title='Welcome You'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8868363924025311077</id><published>2009-09-08T08:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:26:29.257+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to My Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Once I was a sailor&lt;br /&gt;I sailed away my boat&lt;br /&gt;Down to rest and left the dock again&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a painter&lt;br /&gt;I painted the beauty of sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Put some colours on and threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a hero&lt;br /&gt;I served with naivety&lt;br /&gt;Smiled through my way of freedom&lt;br /&gt;And cried on my way home&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m just a writer&lt;br /&gt;With broken fingers I write broken words&lt;br /&gt;Spelling letters to words&lt;br /&gt;Words to sentences&lt;br /&gt;I write till the end&lt;br /&gt;I write till I stop&lt;br /&gt;I write as a dedication to my nightmare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8868363924025311077?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8868363924025311077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8868363924025311077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8868363924025311077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8868363924025311077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedication-to-my-nightmare.html' title='Dedication to My Nightmare'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8952409533497719482</id><published>2009-09-08T08:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:26:02.754+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare I Say</title><content type='html'>A year from previous eight months&lt;br /&gt;Not a single second can tell&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years from now&lt;br /&gt;No fate can speak up its mind for our existence&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dying from the moment I crave your scent&lt;br /&gt;Right up till now&lt;br /&gt;You are my forever and unforgotten&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wish for is only a slight of you&lt;br /&gt;But never once your story is about me&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming awake&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming to miss you&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming to grasp a second moment of you beings&lt;br /&gt;For this moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;For this moment of flashback&lt;br /&gt;For this moment of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Dare I say&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been missing you for so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8952409533497719482?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8952409533497719482/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2532708130620358011</id><published>2009-09-08T08:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:25:37.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Doll</title><content type='html'>Let’s play a game&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the rules&lt;br /&gt;And I let you win&lt;br /&gt;I’m following your lead&lt;br /&gt;So guide me right with your detriment&lt;br /&gt;I will watch you doing your victory dance&lt;br /&gt;While I’m lying here in exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes opened&lt;br /&gt;With my brain straightened up&lt;br /&gt;As I start remembering every length of your words&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to drop a tear&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ll be crawling to you on icy ground&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel the coldness rising to my brain&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin to numb&lt;br /&gt;For my boneless spirit is all there is&lt;br /&gt;And I’m down to be your favourite doll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2532708130620358011?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2532708130620358011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2532708130620358011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2532708130620358011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2532708130620358011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/09/favourite-doll.html' title='Favourite Doll'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8250313077609218156</id><published>2009-09-08T08:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:25:10.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me (15th July)</title><content type='html'>Another year I claim of total difference&lt;br /&gt;A melancholy over forceful tears&lt;br /&gt;There comes the exhaustion in me&lt;br /&gt;But nothing more than excitement rushing&lt;br /&gt;I like it for the day&lt;br /&gt;Exception for a great companionship&lt;br /&gt;Forget about tomorrow and stand tall from tediousness&lt;br /&gt;Forget about numbers and stand up taller&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had the worst&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the best&lt;br /&gt;I’m having my best&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Finally I’m having my best&lt;br /&gt;On this birthday&lt;br /&gt;For a great companionship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8250313077609218156?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8250313077609218156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8250313077609218156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8250313077609218156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8250313077609218156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me-15th-july.html' title='Happy Birthday to me (15th July)'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-7062893885519109450</id><published>2009-08-21T12:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:21:03.471+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding More</title><content type='html'>If you could count the sadness in you&lt;br /&gt;How many do you have?&lt;br /&gt;How many more could you endure?&lt;br /&gt;How big is a big heart?&lt;br /&gt;How tough is a tough person?&lt;br /&gt;If dream can be shattered&lt;br /&gt;How many pieces can it be?&lt;br /&gt;How many times can it be replaced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scare me in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot more other people in their reflection of eyes&lt;br /&gt;Not me carries the thrill&lt;br /&gt;Just demon in them turning my gravity to hell&lt;br /&gt;They’re laughing, but who gives a damn?&lt;br /&gt;She’s laughing, and I’m crushed&lt;br /&gt;She’s one of them, the queen bee of all demons&lt;br /&gt;She’s breaking my faith&lt;br /&gt;Crying my heart out with dry eyes&lt;br /&gt;Freezing again in this solitary form of agony&lt;br /&gt;Be the one who scared in their laughter&lt;br /&gt;Changing my faith&lt;br /&gt;Fading my colour&lt;br /&gt;Adding more sadness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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More'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-6628640971158709404</id><published>2009-08-09T14:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:36:58.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teman Untukmu</title><content type='html'>Hentakan kaki ini bukanlah tak berarah&lt;br /&gt;Hentakan kaki ini menuju pada butanya mimpi masa depan&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan aku dengan telinga terutup&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin kau akan membuka hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kehilangan yang kita takuti&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kejauhan&lt;br /&gt;Rasa sementara yang seakan membunuh jiwa dalam hitungan detik&lt;br /&gt;Walau selamanya membangunkan tubuh yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan letih datang bagai kebosanan gerak&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan penat yang dirasa bagai lemahnya otot&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan berjalan bukan padamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menari pada indahnya nada&lt;br /&gt;Pada indahnya sedihmu disaat keseorangan yang kau rasakan&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebagai kontradiksimu&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan gerak kaku hasil jariku ini menjadi&lt;br /&gt;teman untukmu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6628640971158709404?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6628640971158709404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=6628640971158709404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Me</title><content type='html'>Never expect greatness from me&lt;br /&gt;Because you do not know what you might get&lt;br /&gt;Never hope for anything I am not&lt;br /&gt;Because I might be your worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I get it&lt;br /&gt;I’m all for the gravity that carries me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not the one to rule or stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;I need my spare legs for I’m limping through the way&lt;br /&gt;I am weak as I cripple through the walk of shame&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all you want&lt;br /&gt;It might be the best thing to do&lt;br /&gt;But love me if you can&lt;br /&gt;For I need strength to push me forward&lt;br /&gt;Forward to that straight line I see&lt;br /&gt;Not backward to a place I scare the most&lt;br /&gt;Help me as you leave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1705387680071761886?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-5164916209858401877</id><published>2009-07-11T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:22:30.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was Just a Dream</title><content type='html'>I had finally found you&lt;br /&gt;I was not certain but I saw you&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t say much&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t speak anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I knew you loved me&lt;br /&gt;You knew I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I took you hand&lt;br /&gt;Pulled you to a path I wasn’t aware of&lt;br /&gt;But I took your hand&lt;br /&gt;You accepted mine as I dragged you to a closer space of mine&lt;br /&gt;There was wind&lt;br /&gt;Wind of your scent as I began to notice&lt;br /&gt;I could breathe the same air for as long as I lived&lt;br /&gt;We became closer and closer as our skin adjoined&lt;br /&gt;I could feel you in my both hands now&lt;br /&gt;As I walked with pride for you were next to me&lt;br /&gt;And it disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-5164916209858401877?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5164916209858401877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=5164916209858401877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5164916209858401877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5164916209858401877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-was-just-dream.html' title='That Was Just a Dream'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-5253977869808479959</id><published>2009-07-06T09:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:11:48.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Now</title><content type='html'>I don’t own my life&lt;br /&gt;I might be in my body&lt;br /&gt;But my body is never mine&lt;br /&gt;All I have said is just phrases of junk ready to be demolished&lt;br /&gt;I talk crap with the mind of rubbish&lt;br /&gt;I’m shattered with every piece falling inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m suffocated with every breath cutting out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I like me for every inch I have&lt;br /&gt;I adore my life for not being mine&lt;br /&gt;And I’m profoundly keen on every disposal crap out from me&lt;br /&gt;For every piece falling out inside me&lt;br /&gt;I’m obsessed with the depression that glues me back together&lt;br /&gt;For every breath cutting out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I desire the air of my vulnerable cubicle&lt;br /&gt;It makes me odd for saying this&lt;br /&gt;But if I’ve ever reckoned my current awareness again&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to let the words out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;That I cherish every little bit dejection I have in me&lt;br /&gt;Just for right now&lt;br /&gt;I love me for being agonized by me and everything surrounds me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-5253977869808479959?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5253977869808479959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=5253977869808479959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5253977869808479959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5253977869808479959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-now.html' title='Just For Now'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2609782937496824931</id><published>2009-07-06T09:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:11:24.219+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Own My Soul</title><content type='html'>Another day endures my hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Another limitless time of lingering&lt;br /&gt;That’s okay I can pause my existence&lt;br /&gt;You are my compulsive act of behaviour&lt;br /&gt;My malicious form of excitement&lt;br /&gt;I am blank for my prediction&lt;br /&gt;I foretell nothing but hollow&lt;br /&gt;If you are worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;You’re determined as my most glorious possession&lt;br /&gt;But if you are not&lt;br /&gt;You’re still designated as my most gracious imagination&lt;br /&gt;I have this gigantic invisible weight on my chest waiting to be let out&lt;br /&gt;I’m imbecilic for my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I have too much pride in me to learn&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I’m just conceited to show it&lt;br /&gt;But for whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;I still need you to know&lt;br /&gt;My soul is still lasting to be owned by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2609782937496824931?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2609782937496824931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2609782937496824931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2609782937496824931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2609782937496824931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/own-my-soul.html' title='Own My Soul'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8421703300109999082</id><published>2009-07-06T09:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:05:00.058+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear No Death</title><content type='html'>Nothing more about passion&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more about hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Leave them behind as you figure out ways to live&lt;br /&gt;The further away they drag you&lt;br /&gt;The more your heart desires them&lt;br /&gt;The closer the get to you&lt;br /&gt;The more your heart fears them&lt;br /&gt;I have my passion&lt;br /&gt;I have my addiction&lt;br /&gt;It is neither desiring nor fearing&lt;br /&gt;I await my death&lt;br /&gt;I await white light comes calling me&lt;br /&gt;My passion is not for me to reach&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams are for me to seek and destroy&lt;br /&gt;So I leave them behind as I live&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is no more my passion&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is my death&lt;br /&gt;For any reason in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;I fear no death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8421703300109999082?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8421703300109999082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8421703300109999082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8421703300109999082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8421703300109999082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/fear-no-death.html' title='Fear No Death'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2687282970586316874</id><published>2009-07-03T08:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:16:59.562+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mending My Grief</title><content type='html'>My head never spin&lt;br /&gt;My heart never yearns&lt;br /&gt;I’m imperfect&lt;br /&gt;I misjudge&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yearning&lt;br /&gt;If I could have just one more day&lt;br /&gt;You might be gone&lt;br /&gt;If I could have just two more days&lt;br /&gt;You are gone completely&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a liar for my misfortune words&lt;br /&gt;I’m a liar because you lie&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel great now?&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel better again?&lt;br /&gt;I always know the utter answer&lt;br /&gt;Right after I’m mending my grief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2687282970586316874?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2687282970586316874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2687282970586316874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2687282970586316874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2687282970586316874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/07/mending-my-grief.html' title='Mending My Grief'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-319153661104684523</id><published>2009-07-01T08:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:14:26.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Repugnance</title><content type='html'>I hate you for being so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for your cowardice&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for your defenceless power&lt;br /&gt;But for the most part&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for doing this to me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you to my guts I’m disgusted by the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this?&lt;br /&gt;Not to me but to yourself&lt;br /&gt;The world can fall on you as hard as it gets&lt;br /&gt;I can talk gibberish for as long as the words let me&lt;br /&gt;But tell me what is it for?&lt;br /&gt;Even the brightest sunshine ever there is&lt;br /&gt;You call it darkness for your misery&lt;br /&gt;I can yield myself up to say this&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is so much for you to hate me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-319153661104684523?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/319153661104684523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=319153661104684523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fragile you are&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself over and over again you regret this life&lt;br /&gt;Hating yourself all over again like flashback memories that never perish&lt;br /&gt;Apart from your disastrous judgment&lt;br /&gt;There’s a sensible perception waiting to crack open&lt;br /&gt;There won’t be a funeral&lt;br /&gt;For you will never die&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;People will acknowledge your beings&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Even in a slump&lt;br /&gt;Remember that plan?&lt;br /&gt;Remember that dream?&lt;br /&gt;Remember your song of excitement?&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me once more&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear joy other than your catastrophic cry&lt;br /&gt;And let go your pain as you roar out your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3295635091955987152?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2119406710097592589</id><published>2009-06-25T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:32:18.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pleasant Welcome</title><content type='html'>Take me to your world&lt;br /&gt;I want to protect you from your own menace&lt;br /&gt;Be a shield for your uncovered body&lt;br /&gt;And a shelter to restore back your true colours&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the shadow of your whole figure&lt;br /&gt;Following every inch of your movement&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the reflection of your mirror&lt;br /&gt;Watching every bit of your expression&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;You have all my approval to leave me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be as light as snow falling on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I will do you no harm and nothing but to worship you&lt;br /&gt;You can shout directly at me&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll whisper softly on your ear&lt;br /&gt;You can strike me with your knuckle&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll brush your hair gently with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;All that is what I have to offer you&lt;br /&gt;Greet me with a pleasant welcome&lt;br /&gt;And please take me to your world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2119406710097592589?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2119406710097592589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2119406710097592589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2119406710097592589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2119406710097592589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/pleasant-welcome.html' title='A Pleasant Welcome'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-6634094270671150180</id><published>2009-06-25T09:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:29:58.361+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinegar to My Wound</title><content type='html'>I’m heading for brightness&lt;br /&gt;I’m clinging for positivity&lt;br /&gt;I’m dressing for acceptance&lt;br /&gt;What’s good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Something that isn’t me at all&lt;br /&gt;I’m staying in my moment&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for whatever to come&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for pride waiting for a downfall&lt;br /&gt;When it comes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be you escort to find me as I’m sinking to the bottom of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Leave me there for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Let my tears dissolve along with the water&lt;br /&gt;And let my eyes be burnt by the saltiness&lt;br /&gt;Put a hold on me as I swim back to the shore&lt;br /&gt;Minute by minute&lt;br /&gt;Second by second&lt;br /&gt;Count away for it might be my revival&lt;br /&gt;But for whatever to come&lt;br /&gt;It’s just going to be vinegar to my wound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6634094270671150180?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1589572688102967836</id><published>2009-06-21T14:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:54:18.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines for...</title><content type='html'>Tell me what to think&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm your oblivion&lt;br /&gt;You're free to put me under your command&lt;br /&gt;I'm your slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll do as you've told&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now or I'll be dead as your shadow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a diamond in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You shine through among others I've seen&lt;br /&gt;My time belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;And your body is what makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to stay and I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to leave and I'll leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1589572688102967836?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1589572688102967836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1589572688102967836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1589572688102967836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1589572688102967836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/lines-for.html' title='Lines for...'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-3453771068427303772</id><published>2009-06-21T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:51:13.941+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Die In Peace</title><content type='html'>At the same time same place last week&lt;br /&gt;I was mastering my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I was on top of the hill ready to fall anytime forward&lt;br /&gt;At the same time same place current moment&lt;br /&gt;I am losing what’s mine to feel&lt;br /&gt;I am rolling down the hill as the bottom starts calling me in&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again if I’ve forgotten this&lt;br /&gt;But never&lt;br /&gt;Never to say I’ve lost the power of perceiving&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven’t&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to put away those questions mark&lt;br /&gt;Left me with no answers I want to know badly&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t die now I may die in peace for your worrier&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment further&lt;br /&gt;Just as it is not now&lt;br /&gt;I may die in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3453771068427303772?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3453771068427303772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3453771068427303772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I have come to love you&lt;br /&gt;And let this be the time I leave&lt;br /&gt;You have become the blood in my vein&lt;br /&gt;And let this be a knife for your escape&lt;br /&gt;Fear not for you as it is for me&lt;br /&gt;I fear myself to let this heart beats the way it shouldn’t&lt;br /&gt;I fear myself to have delivered demons in me&lt;br /&gt;So let me stay in my solitude&lt;br /&gt;Not pointing my mind on you&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you my memory from your tormented soul&lt;br /&gt;I promise you my heart as any time you wish to have it&lt;br /&gt;I promise you me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever wherever whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3704090238562863922?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3704090238562863922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3704090238562863922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3704090238562863922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3704090238562863922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/whenever-wherever-whatever.html' title='Whenever Wherever Whatever'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1091883963288091813</id><published>2009-06-16T09:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:21:46.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept My Glee</title><content type='html'>I’m trying to cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sorry for I do not know how&lt;br /&gt;I’m not funny or hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Amusing does not seem to be the words I can use to draw a smiley on your face&lt;br /&gt;For I am sad and anxious just like you&lt;br /&gt;But hear me say this&lt;br /&gt;Look at the clouds in the sky, sometimes they make cute patterns&lt;br /&gt;Cute enough to put a smile on your crying heart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can sing for you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can dance with you&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can write this for you&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m just as sad and anxious as you&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for I’ve failed this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could put your misery in me&lt;br /&gt;Let me cure it and I’ll return it back to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one who suffers&lt;br /&gt;And please accept my glee as a gift for you&lt;br /&gt;I may make it sounds so silly&lt;br /&gt;But you are too my joy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let agony is the only place you can stay in&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;Accept my glee for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1091883963288091813?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1091883963288091813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1091883963288091813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>It is finally figured out&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t be a dilemma for me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Real or surreal, it stays as a memoir to me anyway&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sad&lt;br /&gt;I’m not anxious&lt;br /&gt;Just disappointment waiting for me to let it in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could just keep my door’s locked and I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could just stay numb like I’m always determined to be&lt;br /&gt;I’m not fine&lt;br /&gt;I’m not alright&lt;br /&gt;But I’m stable with myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m controlling my feet to move forward no matter how hard&lt;br /&gt;No matter how those nails are ready to be pointed at me&lt;br /&gt;At least I’m not falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m just bleeding with holes&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding and keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my blood behind as I’m recovered…again and again&lt;br /&gt;It's not even started yet&lt;br /&gt;It’s not your fault to blame&lt;br /&gt;But it is a goodbye to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2155951620873269723?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2155951620873269723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2155951620873269723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2155951620873269723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2155951620873269723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to You'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-6881798228731935767</id><published>2009-06-09T16:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:53:35.735+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>It feels like ages&lt;br /&gt;Having this numbness as my profitable friend&lt;br /&gt;But not so numb anymore&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;When a picture comes to mind, is that how?&lt;br /&gt;When a heart beats faster till you can hear it even in crowded room, is that how?&lt;br /&gt;My oblivion comes knocking on me&lt;br /&gt;Offers me a contradictory&lt;br /&gt;I would say I accept it&lt;br /&gt;But how can I, if it’s not seen by my own eyes?&lt;br /&gt;How can I, if it’s not heard by my own ears?&lt;br /&gt;My belief…feeling is my massive treasure&lt;br /&gt;My feeling…has been a numbness to my brain&lt;br /&gt;I fall and stand up again with my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;I have recovered and choosing the solid form of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;So when it happens,&lt;br /&gt;How do you know again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6881798228731935767?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6881798228731935767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=6881798228731935767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6881798228731935767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6881798228731935767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-you-know.html' title='How Do You Know?'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-5187911619739528356</id><published>2009-06-09T16:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:53:10.768+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger to Love</title><content type='html'>It is more than that&lt;br /&gt;Choosing you among the faces I see&lt;br /&gt;Reading your misery as part of my greatest adventure&lt;br /&gt;It is more than leaving messages through your inbox&lt;br /&gt;It is more than questions to ask&lt;br /&gt;We may be surreal to each other&lt;br /&gt;But what is real accompanied by pain and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to state you’re my friend&lt;br /&gt;Coz what is friend to call without names in mind&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your gloomy world&lt;br /&gt;Trust me I can&lt;br /&gt;But don’t say I’m them&lt;br /&gt;Coz I’m not&lt;br /&gt;Neither are you&lt;br /&gt;See me through a big bright wall&lt;br /&gt;I’m not transparent&lt;br /&gt;But you can always feel I’m shining your eyes through my colour&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be your summer in winter&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be your reason to want to stay in this filthy world&lt;br /&gt;But if it is ever too late&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;We might be strangers to each other&lt;br /&gt;But you’re my stranger to love&lt;br /&gt;Please be alive until reality is ours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-5187911619739528356?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/5187911619739528356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=5187911619739528356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5187911619739528356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/5187911619739528356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/06/stranger-to-love.html' title='Stranger to Love'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-115181466437925587</id><published>2009-06-08T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:00:11.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did I Get Here?</title><content type='html'>It was months ago I pulled myself away from the big black hole&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than a relief for my breath&lt;br /&gt;It was weeks ago the shiniest sunshine brightened my dark sight&lt;br /&gt;Everything was back in perfect straight line&lt;br /&gt;It was minutes ago I heard steps of evil rushing back to me again&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen to me any minute&lt;br /&gt;It was moments ago I freed my soul&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m huddled back to the mass of dust&lt;br /&gt;It was afternoon when I gasped clean air &lt;br /&gt;Feeling lighter than ever&lt;br /&gt;It is now night time when I try to haul away a sightless mass of rocks&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-115181466437925587?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/115181466437925587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=115181466437925587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me typical&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl with a broken soul&lt;br /&gt;Take me for granted all you want&lt;br /&gt;I will be the nicest thing you’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Not the confidence that tells me&lt;br /&gt;Just my shattered heart brings me to death&lt;br /&gt;Bring me wherever I’ll be your whatever&lt;br /&gt;Not my stupidity that ratifies me&lt;br /&gt;Just my awareness carries me to hell&lt;br /&gt;I want to be them&lt;br /&gt;I want to be you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be me&lt;br /&gt;Once again, take me with you&lt;br /&gt;Take my broken soul and shattered heart with you&lt;br /&gt;I will show you how to live as one soul&lt;br /&gt;I can drag myself along the way with you&lt;br /&gt;And you can leave me restless by myself&lt;br /&gt;There will be no grudge&lt;br /&gt;There will be no vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Just me trying to find my lost soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8129189033646438910?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8129189033646438910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8129189033646438910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8129189033646438910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8129189033646438910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-soul.html' title='Lost Soul'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-704075291458003988</id><published>2009-05-24T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:01:11.059+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow Me</title><content type='html'>Let’s not talk about me&lt;br /&gt;There is the first for everything&lt;br /&gt;There is the first of my fear&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness for I cannot be in the place I should be&lt;br /&gt;Breaking to the point of rules&lt;br /&gt;Showing an absence for my appearance&lt;br /&gt;I miss the whole charismatic person inside&lt;br /&gt;Forget that moment&lt;br /&gt;Just bring in the new one as a refreshment of my day&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I reject calling the consciousness in me&lt;br /&gt;For I have pulled myself out of bed in a perfect time&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not put the blame on me&lt;br /&gt;But allow me to ask your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For I have stopped the words coming from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to ask your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For I want to put my ears back where I have missed&lt;br /&gt;The moment I first step in&lt;br /&gt;Placing my body in a proper position&lt;br /&gt;The moment I do not start to hear but to listen&lt;br /&gt;Not with my ears but my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feel it the sun brightens as it is breaking the dusk in me&lt;br /&gt;Stop that moment for I know I have seen the white in my black&lt;br /&gt;From then until now some urge still comes rushing in&lt;br /&gt;As I do not want to prove my shyness&lt;br /&gt;As I do not want to prove my disability in giving you my voice&lt;br /&gt;But once more&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to ask for your mercy as it is all I can proof to you&lt;br /&gt;As for your mighty heart&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to say thank you for breaking the silence in me&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to say thank you for melting my morning frown into laughs&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to say thank you for keeping my ears down to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Allow me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-704075291458003988?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/704075291458003988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=704075291458003988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/704075291458003988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/704075291458003988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/allow-me.html' title='Allow Me'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1776085236591974774</id><published>2009-05-24T11:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:00:02.152+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Imaginary Friend</title><content type='html'>Say hello to the wind passing through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to voiceless sound running through my ears&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the untouchable touching my skin&lt;br /&gt;Becoming the best unknown space I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the line of reality and dreamless dream&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot stand the loneliness I have had&lt;br /&gt;It is me making the effort of creating something new&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share all the complications&lt;br /&gt;Someone to respond to all the anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Call me sick for I want so&lt;br /&gt;Label my name with eccentricity for I wish to&lt;br /&gt;As I can breathe normally&lt;br /&gt;As I can talk commonly&lt;br /&gt;For no one knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my imaginary friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1776085236591974774?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1776085236591974774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1776085236591974774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1776085236591974774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1776085236591974774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-imaginary-friend.html' title='My Imaginary Friend'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-976832835992241057</id><published>2009-03-27T18:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:40:14.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is It Supposed to Make Me Feel?</title><content type='html'>You broke me&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece I try to glue myself back&lt;br /&gt;With this distance, my darling&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t bother me too much&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the thought of you sometimes kills me inside&lt;br /&gt;There is no hope you gave me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the memory from you sometimes rips my mind off from my body&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back to my memory&lt;br /&gt;You never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat I keep building future in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Not my future…yours and mine…ours&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I can pretend to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That promise,&lt;br /&gt;It never exists anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s gone as I start to kill the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I read your feeling&lt;br /&gt;New feeling as you erase me from you&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the lightning that strikes me&lt;br /&gt;Then let me faded&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe I can let the same for you&lt;br /&gt;How is it supposed to make me feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-976832835992241057?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/976832835992241057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=976832835992241057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/976832835992241057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/976832835992241057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-broke-me.html' title='How Is It Supposed to Make Me Feel?'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-739373686783584643</id><published>2009-03-27T18:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:38:39.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Pretend</title><content type='html'>I can pretend as if you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend as if I just met you&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend as if we were in the same place&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I do&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Even the shortest sleep I had was all about you&lt;br /&gt;But I woke up and you were gone&lt;br /&gt;It was almost as real as I wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know each other anymore&lt;br /&gt;You’re long gone to forget me&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am here remembering everything again&lt;br /&gt;Everyday again&lt;br /&gt;It was those mornings I looked at the sky and imagined I was heading to see you&lt;br /&gt;But how could it be possible when we’re oceans apart&lt;br /&gt;Look at my hands here&lt;br /&gt;They are famished for yours&lt;br /&gt;Remember that thing?&lt;br /&gt;That thing which is supposed to be in my finger&lt;br /&gt;It was our promise to see each other again&lt;br /&gt;But how could you remember&lt;br /&gt;I am long gone now&lt;br /&gt;Longer and longer&lt;br /&gt;But I still can pretend everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-739373686783584643?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/739373686783584643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=739373686783584643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/739373686783584643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/739373686783584643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-pretend.html' title='I Can Pretend'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-3255833005917680502</id><published>2009-03-27T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:34:51.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Voice Is Silence</title><content type='html'>It is me being in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Being stared at&lt;br /&gt;Being questioned to&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself, “I don’t do this”&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known?&lt;br /&gt;Who would have realized?&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing this myself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could go on like this by myself&lt;br /&gt;I could be filled with enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t have to speak up&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep myself in the blank&lt;br /&gt;Being invisible and not to be let known&lt;br /&gt;That is what I do&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot through the reflection of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know how to feel I don’t have to touch&lt;br /&gt;I know how to respond I don’t have to make a voice&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;My voice is silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3255833005917680502?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3255833005917680502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3255833005917680502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this is it&lt;br /&gt;Time to come&lt;br /&gt;I have been expecting for&lt;br /&gt;You were invisible or I wished you had been&lt;br /&gt;That was it&lt;br /&gt;This is now&lt;br /&gt;You are back to my memory&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all over again about us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has ever come between us&lt;br /&gt;Till now that my mind has taken control all my body&lt;br /&gt;My mind, my feelings&lt;br /&gt;All empty worthless actions to do&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to lose you&lt;br /&gt;To hell with what I wanted cause now is time to come back&lt;br /&gt;Thought that was gonna be it&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;Proving this is my guilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6311747842617722626?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6311747842617722626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=6311747842617722626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6311747842617722626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6311747842617722626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-guilt.html' title='This Is My Guilt'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-8686045448368329293</id><published>2009-02-01T20:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:26:02.639+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>My heart speaks for no one&lt;br /&gt;And then you&lt;br /&gt;My heart speaks for everything for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart not your heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s longing for you&lt;br /&gt;Just you and no one&lt;br /&gt;No rules no games&lt;br /&gt;Just love is there to feel&lt;br /&gt;Carving piece by piece of my heart with your name&lt;br /&gt;Painting every corner of my eyes with your face&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it all over again with the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bliss that can’t be broken&lt;br /&gt;It’s a smile that can’t be torn&lt;br /&gt;Spare me out the pain later when I’m done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a love letter for you&lt;br /&gt;Just a way of showing I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Just a way of showing I love you&lt;br /&gt;Just a way of showing&lt;br /&gt;I’m in pain waiting for indefinitely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8686045448368329293?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8686045448368329293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8686045448368329293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8686045448368329293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8686045448368329293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2876462267700113245</id><published>2008-12-26T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:08:15.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Go Through This</title><content type='html'>There’s every side of human&lt;br /&gt;There will be the time&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems so right yet so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It goes well according to plan&lt;br /&gt;Going through this way in this exact time&lt;br /&gt;Then there it is&lt;br /&gt;The stony road that makes you wonder about your next step&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just the stone&lt;br /&gt;It’s your shield you use to cover&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you keep on going when you know you have to stop&lt;br /&gt;Just going on barefoot and let everyone sees&lt;br /&gt;A couple more steps and you reach there&lt;br /&gt;Buying a new shield to cover again&lt;br /&gt;But again, there’s no enough asset in your pocket to cover everything you want&lt;br /&gt;You need extra shield and your objective&lt;br /&gt;It’s just never enough&lt;br /&gt;At this point making an option is the way&lt;br /&gt;But you have to have everything&lt;br /&gt;So just take what’s enough you can take&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it’s not the best&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it’s not what you’ve been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna grab them and leave&lt;br /&gt;Then finally you reach there&lt;br /&gt;There, some where safe and you know everything will be okay started from there&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder again&lt;br /&gt;Why go through this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2876462267700113245?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2876462267700113245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2876462267700113245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2876462267700113245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2876462267700113245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-go-through-this.html' title='Why Go Through This'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2653268658908572470</id><published>2008-12-26T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:06:19.865+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Know</title><content type='html'>Someone whom I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Someone who always tries to satisfy others but not to self&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it deeper then it’s a haze&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch it and I did&lt;br /&gt;Holding up to it and I lost it&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it to come back and I failed&lt;br /&gt;So I let go till the regret comes&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is growing to learn how to love&lt;br /&gt;My first person I can call friend&lt;br /&gt;Having the same way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;Can’t lose it but time will tell&lt;br /&gt;Someone who’s always in a mess over life drama&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with it eventhough it’s tiring just a moment&lt;br /&gt;Give it a cheer but it never sees&lt;br /&gt;Being with it for all the moments&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it will be ready when I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;Someone who lives in the comfort of egotism&lt;br /&gt;Giving my best to understand what’s behind&lt;br /&gt;Being different in acceptance because I know better&lt;br /&gt;Getting myself cursed because I know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Liking it more than enough because it doesn’t fade and be still&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has the standard of being normal&lt;br /&gt;Being carried around by person to me&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it was fate&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know it much but know it enough&lt;br /&gt;Someone who recognizes the craziness in me&lt;br /&gt;Would be my first person having real conversation&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around with it less&lt;br /&gt;But somehow we both know that we can be closer&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is lost in the world of kids and now-age&lt;br /&gt;Not really close with it&lt;br /&gt;Until the last minute,&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer and know it better&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I know&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2653268658908572470?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2653268658908572470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2653268658908572470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2653268658908572470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2653268658908572470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-i-know.html' title='People I Know'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-182393550223880079</id><published>2008-12-17T00:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:03:37.652+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even If I Say This</title><content type='html'>I left my words being kept in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Putting it all in a cage so it will be secured from you&lt;br /&gt;Taming myself to absorb steadiness&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be in this fight&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be part of it&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more moments&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won’t be long&lt;br /&gt;Let me fight&lt;br /&gt;And let me through&lt;br /&gt;Not with my words&lt;br /&gt;But with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me what you should do&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m still in my consciousness not to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;I want to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;But I want it your way&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the reverse questions&lt;br /&gt;And let me let you leading the way&lt;br /&gt;But if this silence keeps surrounding us&lt;br /&gt;Then I’ve got nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Even if I say this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-182393550223880079?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/182393550223880079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=182393550223880079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/182393550223880079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/182393550223880079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-if-i-say-this.html' title='Even If I Say This'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1648124072941885004</id><published>2008-12-16T23:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:45:14.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bother</title><content type='html'>Why desperate to grab all the questions&lt;br /&gt;If lies are all given out&lt;br /&gt;Why wanting all the attentions&lt;br /&gt;If nothing is all wanted to be heard&lt;br /&gt;Why showing, crying, depressing&lt;br /&gt;If self defense is the only one thing that couldn’t be done&lt;br /&gt;Why letting people take control over life&lt;br /&gt;If blaming and cursing is the best fight that could be given&lt;br /&gt;Why blaming, cursing&lt;br /&gt;If being hurt is to be felt at last&lt;br /&gt;Why still pretending, acting&lt;br /&gt;If bad scenario ending has been bared in mind&lt;br /&gt;Why not being blind&lt;br /&gt;If you can choose to see with heart&lt;br /&gt;Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;Some say it is love&lt;br /&gt;Some say it is stupid&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say…why bother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1648124072941885004?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1648124072941885004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1648124072941885004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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routines&lt;br /&gt;Just for this day&lt;br /&gt;Making self to rest&lt;br /&gt;Obscurity is waiting to be lighted up&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun light&lt;br /&gt;Brings up the mood back to mind&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the tense that bothers me&lt;br /&gt;Change this frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;Just another compulsory motion to do&lt;br /&gt;Take a few steps back from those creatures&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious living creature is what I call them&lt;br /&gt;Too hard of trying&lt;br /&gt;Too easy for messing up&lt;br /&gt;There comes the thought(s)&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing that for?&lt;br /&gt;What are they trying to proof?&lt;br /&gt;Where will they bring it later?&lt;br /&gt;Can plates and all the equipments be put inside the grave?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they won’t feel so lonely after all&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if they are any good&lt;br /&gt;I might know one perfect word to answer&lt;br /&gt;It’s just my ego&lt;br /&gt;Comparing to their egos&lt;br /&gt;For this time&lt;br /&gt;For this final examination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-180622413012323632?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/180622413012323632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=180622413012323632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/180622413012323632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/180622413012323632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-examination.html' title='Final Examination'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-444483841583248390</id><published>2008-12-12T21:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:29:05.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Life</title><content type='html'>It’s okay if it has to end&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to remember&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be sad for&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving for good&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for a new phase&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;This excitement and scared feelings&lt;br /&gt;What do they call that?&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the what-if’s start bugging&lt;br /&gt;What about them?&lt;br /&gt;What about it?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the impact I bring to them&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a human form of saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Showing the frown on their faces&lt;br /&gt;Letting out the heartbreaking words&lt;br /&gt;It’s just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;And it’s just another life to end&lt;br /&gt;It’s just another life to start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-444483841583248390?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/444483841583248390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=444483841583248390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be easy&lt;br /&gt;There comes the sarcastic and ignorant you&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple greeting&lt;br /&gt;Takes me hours just to respond back&lt;br /&gt;I come in peace&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be a different way for us&lt;br /&gt;Think I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;Me with the demands and complications I bring you&lt;br /&gt;You with the ignorant and so-called understand me&lt;br /&gt;We are in different pace now&lt;br /&gt;You can’t be beside me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s me too fast&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s me too slow&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s you do not want to be beside me&lt;br /&gt;Thought we were one&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just being unaware&lt;br /&gt;Put me down from you&lt;br /&gt;That way is the best for me to recover from all these hassle&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to wait&lt;br /&gt;Not for you to leave me&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for this silence I’m giving you&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I am&lt;br /&gt;Offer me some time to take back all my wishes from you&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me showing guilt to you&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe we can be usual again&lt;br /&gt;Me with the curiosity and excitement towards you&lt;br /&gt;You with the awareness of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8334620096122756600?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8334620096122756600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8334620096122756600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8334620096122756600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;This is what things will be from now on&lt;br /&gt;There were you&lt;br /&gt;There are no you&lt;br /&gt;There will be no you&lt;br /&gt;What if there was never me?&lt;br /&gt;What if there will never me?&lt;br /&gt;What could make the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Begging for the word ‘special’&lt;br /&gt;That was easy&lt;br /&gt;Begging for the admittance&lt;br /&gt;That was not easy&lt;br /&gt;Feel this&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment longer&lt;br /&gt;Just a single breath taking&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-8888727903212040358?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/8888727903212040358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=8888727903212040358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8888727903212040358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/8888727903212040358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-is-goodbye.html' title='So This Is Goodbye'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1428906271844476012</id><published>2008-11-28T01:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:14:03.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet - Rachael Yamagata</title><content type='html'>Baby says I can't come with him&lt;br /&gt;And I had read all of this in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Long before he even said so&lt;br /&gt;Why go, I asked?&lt;br /&gt;You know, and I know why&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be just as quiet when I leave&lt;br /&gt;As it was when I first got hereI don't expect anything&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Too much time spent on closing doors&lt;br /&gt;You may hate me, but I'll remember to love you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;You know why&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be just as quiet when I leave&lt;br /&gt;As it was when I first got hereI don't expect anything&lt;br /&gt;All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery&lt;br /&gt;As they steal your best memories away&lt;br /&gt;What if I was someone different in your only history?&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;As I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Never to see your face again&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be just as quiet when I leave&lt;br /&gt;As it was when I first got here&lt;br /&gt;It'll be just as quiet when I leave&lt;br /&gt;As it was when I first got here&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anything to change when I leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1428906271844476012?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1428906271844476012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1428906271844476012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1428906271844476012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1428906271844476012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiet-rachael-yamagata.html' title='Quiet - Rachael Yamagata'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-4315204190877508573</id><published>2008-11-28T00:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:53:56.228+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Disguise - The Slip</title><content type='html'>Well the world is only a stage&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;With a sound caught in his throat&lt;br /&gt;And a pick in his hand&lt;br /&gt;But when the song comes tumbling out you understand&lt;br /&gt;There's no great demand&lt;br /&gt;Well it's there under your breath, behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to say nothing cause I realize&lt;br /&gt;That everything somehow in someway eventually dies&lt;br /&gt;It's life in disguise&lt;br /&gt;It's your room and your board and your fireside&lt;br /&gt;It's a shell that's been washed by a million tides&lt;br /&gt;And if you're there you can see just how bright it shines&lt;br /&gt;When there's nobody left in your heart, left in your head&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world has packed up in shadows and left you for dead&lt;br /&gt;When you can't fake a smile and you just can't get out of your bed&lt;br /&gt;When the people you led turn to you looking so hungry and bare&lt;br /&gt;And you were the one that had brought them there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-4315204190877508573?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/4315204190877508573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=4315204190877508573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/4315204190877508573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/4315204190877508573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-in-disguise-slip.html' title='Life in Disguise - The Slip'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1001231619265094762</id><published>2008-11-21T12:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:30:15.545+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamu</title><content type='html'>Aku tidak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Aku baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang menjauh, aku sudah biasa merasakannya&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang meninggalkan, aku sudah tahu bagaimana melewatinya&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku bilang aku sudah tidak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Maukah kau tetap berdiri di sampingku&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku bilang aku tidak lagi memiliki sayang&lt;br /&gt;Maukah kau bertarung untukku&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku akan baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;Walau hanya hidup dengan harapan-harapan hampa&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu semuanya akan terbang mengikuti angin&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah tidak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aku baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya perlu berhenti untuk menatapku dengan cara kau menatapku&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aku baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya perlu menyingkirkan tanganmu dari bahuku&lt;br /&gt;Baumu, angin yang kau bawa, akan selalu ada sebagai kenangan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Suaramu, senyummu, akan selalu menjadi hal terindah yang pernah aku dengar&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya melepaskan semuanya&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya tentang kamu&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang terlalu sakit bila kulihat&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang akan membuatku lebih tegar&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang akan membuatku baik-baik saja&lt;br /&gt;Kamu&lt;br /&gt;Dan hanya kamu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1001231619265094762?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1001231619265094762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1001231619265094762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1001231619265094762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1001231619265094762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/kamu.html' title='Kamu'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-2594735758704922267</id><published>2008-11-19T00:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:29:53.692+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Master</title><content type='html'>Drink up to stay up with the happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just stay lights and unconscious&lt;br /&gt;It’s the cure for the pain&lt;br /&gt;There’s no cure at all till I make the cure&lt;br /&gt;Wish my eyes refused to close&lt;br /&gt;But closing my eyes is all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard and not easy&lt;br /&gt;It’s tiring and not relaxing&lt;br /&gt;Being hurt and sad&lt;br /&gt;Zero people would wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;Begging them to ask why&lt;br /&gt;Ego is all I could take from them&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Two cans are all inside my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the alert from my body&lt;br /&gt;Moving my fingers from shifting my head&lt;br /&gt;Things couldn’t be this way&lt;br /&gt;There will be time for me to just close my eyes and be restless&lt;br /&gt;Running to the other room and throwing it all out&lt;br /&gt;Putting more water to keep me from drying up&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what tomorrow will bring me&lt;br /&gt;Is everything the same when I wake up tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-2594735758704922267?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/2594735758704922267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=2594735758704922267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2594735758704922267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/2594735758704922267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/drunken-master.html' title='Drunken Master'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-3500195728028522238</id><published>2008-11-18T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:56:16.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Your History</title><content type='html'>I guess it’s still you&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you could know how I felt when I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you could know how I felt when I looked at those pictures&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you could know I gave my best to pretend all I could&lt;br /&gt;Do we still have the same memory?&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I still counting for you?&lt;br /&gt;Your words…&lt;br /&gt;Do they still have the same meaning?&lt;br /&gt;What I thought I could is just a thought&lt;br /&gt;What I thought I would is just regret&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel those moments again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel what you used to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Can we just return back the time and feel it again?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just be us?&lt;br /&gt;Can you just stay?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do for losing you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn’t try hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it’s just you…&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve said it all&lt;br /&gt;You said all the things that make sense for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just you, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not me at all&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done everything&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Say that you don’t care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Then I can just be your part of history&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3500195728028522238?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3500195728028522238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3500195728028522238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3500195728028522238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3500195728028522238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-of-your-history.html' title='Part of Your History'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-1618120700972519828</id><published>2008-11-18T23:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:43:31.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Tell me what you think if death is all you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-1618120700972519828?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/1618120700972519828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=1618120700972519828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1618120700972519828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/1618120700972519828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-3151927969904510209</id><published>2008-11-13T22:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:30:44.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Grow Up</title><content type='html'>You think it’s the life&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s the self&lt;br /&gt;It’s just them&lt;br /&gt;Having the relativity definition of growing up&lt;br /&gt;To see what are there in the world&lt;br /&gt;To judge what are there you see in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Does heart ever included?&lt;br /&gt;People grow up&lt;br /&gt;It’s the experience what makes them&lt;br /&gt;It’s the thoughts what makes them&lt;br /&gt;Definition of what normal is&lt;br /&gt;Definition of what care is&lt;br /&gt;Man-made definition is all we could get&lt;br /&gt;Trying to search philosopher in self to bare own definition&lt;br /&gt;To create the uniqueness in us or to be just what you see in eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s the judgment what makes us&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the heart to respond to that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3151927969904510209?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3151927969904510209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3151927969904510209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3151927969904510209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3151927969904510209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-grow-up.html' title='People Grow Up'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-6722783016528707321</id><published>2008-11-10T21:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:51:32.219+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Again</title><content type='html'>Thought I was moving but I’m not&lt;br /&gt;It’s still me with the same fear&lt;br /&gt;With the same old mask&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d let go that feeling&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death it will come back&lt;br /&gt;And it is coming back&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you never see me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you never think about me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what am I to you&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all those memories again&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recap what I thought I had left behind&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just me&lt;br /&gt;Falling for you all over again&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hate you when love is all I have&lt;br /&gt;Never ask for more&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple confession&lt;br /&gt;You never say it&lt;br /&gt;You never want to say it&lt;br /&gt;You think it’s fun to play mind games&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;I just need your confession nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my hand so you could feel all the complexity I had inside me&lt;br /&gt;So could you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, could you—when you say you could?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6722783016528707321?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-7637648541307861769</id><published>2008-11-03T21:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:58:46.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start with Simple</title><content type='html'>Nowhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;Complicated is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Simple is complicated&lt;br /&gt;I’m nowhere near to where I wanna be and where I should be&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of all the games&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of staying in the same pose as I’ve always been&lt;br /&gt;Reality is simple&lt;br /&gt;Dream is complicated&lt;br /&gt;Pretending is simple&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is complicated&lt;br /&gt;Struggling is what I do best&lt;br /&gt;Guilty is all you have&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blame I put you into&lt;br /&gt;Guilty is all mine&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to start when you’ve already known the end&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be afraid of when it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the judgment&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the betrayal&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Feeling is everything&lt;br /&gt;When it starts with simple&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is important&lt;br /&gt;When it starts with simple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-7637648541307861769?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/7637648541307861769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=7637648541307861769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/7637648541307861769'/><link rel='self' 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seakan tak bertulang&lt;br /&gt;Kesenanganku terhempaskan angin&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku seakan bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan ini…perasaan yang aku tidak inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan ini…perasaan yang aku selalu takuti&lt;br /&gt;Apa karena dia ?&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang selalu menghantuiku dalam hari-hariku&lt;br /&gt;Tidak seharusnya perasaan ini yang aku miliki&lt;br /&gt;Tidak seharusnya hatiku terasa sakit&lt;br /&gt;Tidak seharusnya raut mukaku termenung memanggil khayal&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ini, pada detik ini&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya senang itu milikku&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya rasa puas akan keberakhiran yang tertinggal dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak saat ini&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya termenung&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan semua kesedihan yang aku tinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan semua pedihnya rasaku&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada saat aku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan berharap aku tidak harus kembali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-6246383986651979369?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/6246383986651979369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=6246383986651979369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6246383986651979369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/6246383986651979369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/sebut-aja-apa-namanya.html' title='Sebut aja apa namanya'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-9021972283733412239</id><published>2008-11-03T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:55:40.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's This Feeling</title><content type='html'>Posted by WhoKnew on the July 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s this feeling&lt;br /&gt;The urge I’m having&lt;br /&gt;The fast heart-beating&lt;br /&gt;The hard-to-breath moment&lt;br /&gt;The breath-taking scene&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I’m dying, but I’m still standing&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know how to move my body&lt;br /&gt;Or even moving my eyes from you&lt;br /&gt;It’s like brain dead inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m reaching for your body&lt;br /&gt;You’re not moving&lt;br /&gt;I’m not moving&lt;br /&gt;It’s this feeling&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of wanting something&lt;br /&gt;Something so close yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I’m stumbling on my two feet&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know how to get up&lt;br /&gt;My eyes keep trying to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;But it’s you&lt;br /&gt;You’re always there&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying to reach you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-9021972283733412239?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/9021972283733412239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-3352548262909639864</id><published>2008-11-03T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:54:33.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entah Apapun Namanya</title><content type='html'>Posted  by WhoKnew on the September 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjuta pikiran&lt;br /&gt;Berjuta angan terbang melayang&lt;br /&gt;Menjauh dari hati pada seorang manusia&lt;br /&gt;Menjauh dari pijakan datar bumi&lt;br /&gt;Menuju langit yang tak berujung&lt;br /&gt;Hampa rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Menjalani hidup yang sudah jelas tujuannya, tapi tidak ada siapa-siapa ketika menengok ke belakang&lt;br /&gt;Hampa rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Detik demi detik, hari demi hari dijalani dengan pertanyaan, “Kapan ini akan berakhir?”&lt;br /&gt;Hampa rasanya berjalan melihat peta, tahu akan apa yang menjadi tujuan, tapi tidak tahu arah mana yang harus dituju&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan melewati batu besar&lt;br /&gt;Mengira hanya sebuah batu besar yang dapat dilalui hanya dengan satu lompatan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak&lt;br /&gt;Ada dua, bahkan tiga dan empat buah batu besar yang harus dilalui&lt;br /&gt;Letih sudah aku melompat&lt;br /&gt;Letih sudah aku melihat batu&lt;br /&gt;Berharap dapat berputar balik untuk memilih jalur lain&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sudah terlambat&lt;br /&gt;Kita tidak punya banyak waktu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dapat terus melompat, melompat, dan melompat&lt;br /&gt;Kenyang sudah aku meminum keringatku&lt;br /&gt;Kenyang sudah aku memakan dagingku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya merasakan haus dan lapar akan sebuah pelukan hangat&lt;br /&gt;Berharap dapat berputar balik hanya untuk mendapatkan sebuah jawaban&lt;br /&gt;Berharap dapat kembali ke masa itu hanya untuk mengucapkan “Selamat Tidur” di depan wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Terus berharap, berharap, dan berharap&lt;br /&gt;Hanya mampu berharap hingga kenyang dengan harapan kosong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3352548262909639864?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3352548262909639864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3352548262909639864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3352548262909639864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/3352548262909639864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/2008/11/entah-apapun-namanya.html' title='Entah Apapun Namanya'/><author><name>PeRisH..pEriSheD..peRisHabLe..pEriSheRs..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680407375239040248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQtlt4VX0Xc/SQ8ABCcbRRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCBuGE7FjFI/S220/DSCN0724.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628567243745515738.post-9106972655951487834</id><published>2008-11-03T20:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:53:23.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berharap berharap daN berharap</title><content type='html'>Posted by WhoKnew on the September 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menatap pada hampanya dunia&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar pada sunyinya malam&lt;br /&gt;Mencium pada udara yang tak jelas asalnya&lt;br /&gt;Meraba pada kosongnya angin&lt;br /&gt;Menanti, menunggu hingga kata maaf terucap&lt;br /&gt;Memakan waktu hanya dengan memakan diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi tetesan air mata&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi kenangan-kenangan indah terlintas&lt;br /&gt;Ingin membunuh, ingin mencerca, ingin mendendam&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasanya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bisa berbuat apa jika hati tak mengijinkan&lt;br /&gt;Berharap pada sebuah kepastian yang sudah tahu akan menyayat batin&lt;br /&gt;Berharap terus sampai gelapnya mimpi memanggil&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari berlalu, apakah hari ini saatnya?&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini tidak terjadi, apakah besok saatnya?&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dapat bertanya pada sebuah keraguan&lt;br /&gt;Lelah, letih, penat;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak ada satu ketenangan pun yang datang menghampiri&lt;br /&gt;Memberikan berjuta-juta tawa palsu&lt;br /&gt;Memasang wajah “aku baik-baik saja”&lt;br /&gt;Namun satu detik berlalu pun rasanya tidak kurang dari satu jam&lt;br /&gt;Terus mencari sebuah alihan untuk membuktikan kekuatan&lt;br /&gt;Mencari sebuah alasan untuk tetap berdiri sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Namun apalah artinya bila sebuah kerikil saja sudah meruntuhkan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Menatap, mendengar, mencium, meraba&lt;br /&gt;Pada apalah itu yang mereka sebut namanya&lt;br /&gt;Berharap pada sebuah kata maaf&lt;br /&gt;Berharap pada beribu-ribu kenangan indah&lt;br /&gt;Berharap pada berjuta-juta tawa bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak bisa dirasakan saat ini…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-9106972655951487834?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/9106972655951487834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=9106972655951487834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/628567243745515738/posts/default/9106972655951487834'/><link rel='self' 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remember&lt;br /&gt;6 short days to call up all the memories of old friends&lt;br /&gt;6 short days to create another happy moments&lt;br /&gt;6 short days to be minus from 1 and a half year&lt;br /&gt;6 short days as a life saver&lt;br /&gt;6 short days to be hate coz it has to end somehow&lt;br /&gt;Just for 6 days of my life that’s been more than 8 months&lt;br /&gt;Just for 6 days has been everything since the first time I put my feet in this country of stranger&lt;br /&gt;6 days to recover from all the pain, eventhough it’s not even closed with enough&lt;br /&gt;6 days to be happy, as in real happy, full of smiles, full of sweet memories, and full of caring, eventhough thousand of tears will be shed after those 6 days&lt;br /&gt;6 days to take a break from everything, eventhough there are lots of missing classes&lt;br /&gt;6 days which I prefer to be my real life&lt;br /&gt;6 days which I wish would be more than 6 days&lt;br /&gt;But for those 6 days, I’d rather cry whole night and missing classes&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz nothing compares to those 6 days I’ve had with my best friend than anything I have right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing, and nothing&lt;br /&gt;I just wish she didn’t have to leave that fast&lt;br /&gt;But being thankful for the past 6 days is more than enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Enough than never…&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;-Prissilia Tanita-&lt;br /&gt;8th August 2007&lt;br /&gt;Special dedication: -you know who you are-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628567243745515738-3459727638088487577?l=woodypenguin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodypenguin.blogspot.com/feeds/3459727638088487577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=628567243745515738&amp;postID=3459727638088487577' title='0 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