<?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-13954511</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:03:38.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i what i am?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115142509430961139</id><published>2006-06-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:18:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to say im sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDUYXspO4CQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jDUYXspO4CQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody needs a little time away&lt;br /&gt;I've heard her say&lt;br /&gt;From each other&lt;br /&gt;Even lovers need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Far away from each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to&lt;br /&gt;And after all that's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;you're just a part of me I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to be kept away&lt;br /&gt;Just for the day&lt;br /&gt;From your body&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to be swept away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell you im sorry&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ever let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115142509430961139?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115142509430961139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115142509430961139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hard-to-say-im-sorry.html' title='hard to say im sorry'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115137849912622966</id><published>2006-06-27T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:21:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rindu</title><content type='html'>tewas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini tiada air mata jatuh membasahi pipimu&lt;br /&gt;adakah tandanya bahagia&lt;br /&gt;kini kembali senyuman terukir bibir manismu&lt;br /&gt;adakah tandanya kau bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku masih sayang&lt;br /&gt;aku masih rindu&lt;br /&gt;peritnya bila ku sedar&lt;br /&gt;engkau dimiliki lelaki lain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku..&lt;br /&gt;masih merinduimu&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diri ini&lt;br /&gt;membiarkan kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;pahitnya terasa&lt;br /&gt;bertaburan kaca asmara&lt;br /&gt;di medan percintaan&lt;br /&gt;aku tewas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah terbukti kita tidak seteguh yg ku sangka&lt;br /&gt;namun ku tidak putus asa&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah engkau kasihku sudi menerima ku lagi&lt;br /&gt;namun itu tidak yang ku rasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115137849912622966?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115137849912622966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115137849912622966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/rindu_27.html' title='rindu'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115123696234646755</id><published>2006-06-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:02:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TmDNinLJw4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TmDNinLJw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at me I see&lt;br /&gt;That I never really got it right&lt;br /&gt;I never stopped to think of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wrapped up in&lt;br /&gt;Things I cannnot win&lt;br /&gt;You are the antidote that gets me by&lt;br /&gt;Something strong&lt;br /&gt;Like a drug that gets me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;Is I'm sorry for the way I am&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be so cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry about all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a different light&lt;br /&gt;You could see me stand on my own again&lt;br /&gt;Cause now i can see&lt;br /&gt;You were the antidote that got me by&lt;br /&gt;Something strong like a drug that got me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted you to see&lt;br /&gt;The screwed up side of me that I keep&lt;br /&gt;Locked inside of me so deep&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to get to me&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted you to go&lt;br /&gt;So many things you should have known&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me theres just no hope&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be so cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115123696234646755?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115123696234646755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115123696234646755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115110880459710870</id><published>2006-06-24T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:26:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1cpACHhnGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1cpACHhnGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I Look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see all the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;My life's worth a thousand skies&lt;br /&gt;You're the simplest love I've known&lt;br /&gt;and the purest one I'll own&lt;br /&gt;no you'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;My baby you&lt;br /&gt;Are the reason I could fly&lt;br /&gt;And cause of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Baby you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more just getting by&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these words I sing are true&lt;br /&gt;They still fail to capture you&lt;br /&gt;As mere words can only do&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain that smile&lt;br /&gt;And how it turns my world around&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soothe you if you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there if you call&lt;br /&gt;You're my greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the reason i can fly &lt;br /&gt;and because of u i dont have to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;my baby you,theres no more just getting by&lt;br /&gt;because you're the reason i feel so alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;touching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115110880459710870?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115110880459710870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115110880459710870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-baby-you.html' title='my baby you'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115103310189557031</id><published>2006-06-23T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:25:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssCdf1R8Z-Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ssCdf1R8Z-Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes so you don't feel them&lt;br /&gt;They don't need to see you cry &lt;br /&gt;I can't promise I will heal you &lt;br /&gt;But if you want to I will try &lt;br /&gt;To sing this summer serenade&lt;br /&gt;The past is done we've been betrayed It's true &lt;br /&gt;Some might say the truth will out &lt;br /&gt;But I believe without a doubt in you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for summer dreaming &lt;br /&gt;And you gave me what I need &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you find your freedom &lt;br /&gt;For eternity &lt;br /&gt;For eternity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we were walking &lt;br /&gt;You talked about your ma and dad &lt;br /&gt;What they did that made you happy &lt;br /&gt;What they did that made you sad &lt;br /&gt;We sat and watched the sun go down &lt;br /&gt;Then picked a star before we lost the moon &lt;br /&gt;Youth is wasted on the young &lt;br /&gt;Before you know it's come and gone too soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for summer dreaming &lt;br /&gt;And you gave me what I need &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you find your freedom &lt;br /&gt;For eternity&lt;br /&gt;For eternity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for summer dreaming &lt;br /&gt;And you are a friend indeed &lt;br /&gt;And I hope you find your freedom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for summer dreaming &lt;br /&gt;And you gave me what I need &lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll find your freedom &lt;br /&gt;Eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115103310189557031?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115103310189557031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115103310189557031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/eternity-close-your-eyes-so-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115082649670964626</id><published>2006-06-21T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:08:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ku harus memilih</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBA9z7C9Nzc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBA9z7C9Nzc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masih terbayang hangat senyummu&lt;br /&gt;takkan terulang di malam ini &lt;br /&gt;mungkinku tak lagi bisa bersama &lt;br /&gt;kutetap memilih dia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maafkan ooh kasih ku harus memilih &lt;br /&gt;walauku akui ku slalu rindu ingat bayangmu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang terasa sesak di dada &lt;br /&gt;ku harus kuat lupakan asa &lt;br /&gt;ku tetap memilih dia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maafkan ooh kasih ku harus memilih &lt;br /&gt;kadang ku akui kurindu hadirmu &lt;br /&gt;maafkan ooh kasih ku harus memilih &lt;br /&gt;walau ku akui kurindu bayangmu &lt;br /&gt;maafkan ooh kasih ku harus memilih &lt;br /&gt;walauku akui ku slalu rindu ingat bayangmu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115082649670964626?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115082649670964626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115082649670964626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/ku-harus-memilih.html' title='ku harus memilih'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-115046504566753487</id><published>2006-06-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:39:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_TTQ8zbFZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_TTQ8zbFZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doin' It&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-115046504566753487?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115046504566753487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/115046504566753487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114895639989106832</id><published>2006-05-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:33:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apreciate what u have</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;got this from kin's blog.. (hope u dun mind girl..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose that 90% you already have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. "Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender. So many things that my spouse is not.&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go crazy over you more than your spouse ever did.&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Because a spouse will only have 90 of what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 10%.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laughter. Or because your wife is ahomebody in slippers and pyjamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you mayfall for a fresh- smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;But wait! That's only 10% of what you don't have. Don't throw away the 90%that you already have! Add to your spouse's 90% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other.&lt;br /&gt;The storms you have weathered together.&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;The many adjustments you have made to love the other.The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage. I'm talking about life!&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs.&lt;br /&gt;About your friends.&lt;br /&gt;About your children.&lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline?&lt;br /&gt;The main message: If you start appreciating what you have right now, whatever you have is FIRST CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114895639989106832?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114895639989106832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114895639989106832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/05/apreciate-what-u-have.html' title='apreciate what u have'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114886883467975934</id><published>2006-05-29T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:13:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello n goodbye</title><content type='html'>so long my friend, don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky.                              &lt;br /&gt;we'll go walking through the park                      &lt;br /&gt;and hang out in the rain.                            &lt;br /&gt;tell a joke and watch me smile                       &lt;br /&gt;as we drink away the day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know the next time that you       &lt;br /&gt;make a wish upon a star      &lt;br /&gt;I'll be wishing on the same one that you do   &lt;br /&gt;and every night I'm all alone      &lt;br /&gt;in some burn out highway town    &lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of the day that I met you.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again, it's been to long.                     &lt;br /&gt;what happened to our love                        &lt;br /&gt;since the last time I was gone?            &lt;br /&gt;I detach myself again                    &lt;br /&gt;and lose something everytime.                      &lt;br /&gt;the solutions in the problem                &lt;br /&gt;temporarily alright.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know the next time that you        &lt;br /&gt;make a wish upon a star    &lt;br /&gt;that sometimes it might actually come true.            &lt;br /&gt;our conversation can't consist of hello and goodbye      &lt;br /&gt;and the silence between saying I love you.      &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I wonder 'bout that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114886883467975934?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114886883467975934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114886883467975934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-n-goodbye.html' title='hello n goodbye'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114485928893837438</id><published>2006-04-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:28:08.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fi..</title><content type='html'>I can't even think of words to match the way I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think a book could say enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I can only try my best, to put it in a song I guess&lt;br /&gt;You try to speak, I know you tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze a small amount of time together&lt;br /&gt;Then we could make believe this world would never end&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately truth is cold&lt;br /&gt;So you stay young while I get old&lt;br /&gt;But always know, I'm your best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a better change&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see silence in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let it all crash down&lt;br /&gt;When it ends it begins with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn every time you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm as scared as anybody who has done this&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give it up for nothing, Fi..&lt;br /&gt;You took my life, turned it around&lt;br /&gt;And put my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I owe you, eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a better change&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see silence in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let it all crash down&lt;br /&gt;When it ends it begins with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn every time you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always I'm always I'm always here&lt;br /&gt;I'm always I'm always I'm always here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114485928893837438?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114485928893837438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114485928893837438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/fi.html' title='fi..'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114406968111805335</id><published>2006-04-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:08:01.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/suhana%20my%20model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/suhana%20my%20model.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars are out tonight;&lt;br /&gt;they spell out your name&lt;br /&gt;have i lost you?&lt;br /&gt;i failed badly in this game.&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes my friend&lt;br /&gt;and say a silent prayer&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;we'll be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wolf cry to the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'll surrender my soul&lt;br /&gt;this is the end for me&lt;br /&gt;this is the end of misery&lt;br /&gt;As my blood seeps through the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'll be screaming out your name&lt;br /&gt;and u'll be there for me&lt;br /&gt;u'll be in my memory&lt;br /&gt;my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body seems cold (hold me now)&lt;br /&gt;Shut my eyes so tightly..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i see you here (hold me now)&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and never let me go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason with me for this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me for eternity&lt;br /&gt;now u shall see this blood is drying&lt;br /&gt;for you.. for you..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114406968111805335?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114406968111805335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114406968111805335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/sandman.html' title='sandman'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114166100530863150</id><published>2006-03-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:58:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puisi</title><content type='html'>malam ini, ku tulis lagu tentang kekasih lama;&lt;br /&gt;yang masih segar di ingatanku&lt;br /&gt;baru aku tahu ertinya percintaan&lt;br /&gt;yang ku tinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, ku keterlaluan&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, ku menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betapa indah, percintaan bila berbunga mekar;&lt;br /&gt;yang masih segar di ingatanku&lt;br /&gt;kekesalan tidak membawa sembarang erti&lt;br /&gt;ketahuilah kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, ku keterlaluan&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlan diriku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, ku menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku memohon, supaya engkau&lt;br /&gt;melupakanku.. oh..&lt;br /&gt;dan tak mungkin kau kembali&lt;br /&gt;di sisi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, kau menyayangiku&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu, ku menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku&lt;br /&gt;maafkanlah diriku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..isi jeritan hati seseorang yang telah jatuh keluar dari percintaan. kelakuannya yang lepas, telah kini menyebabkan kehidupan seseorang penuh dengan penderitaan. dia dihantui rasa bersalah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114166100530863150?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114166100530863150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114166100530863150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/puisi.html' title='puisi'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114131345093481951</id><published>2006-03-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:30:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far far away..</title><content type='html'>How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114131345093481951?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114131345093481951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114131345093481951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/03/far-far-away.html' title='far far away..'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-114041370397127667</id><published>2006-02-20T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T13:35:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/Window%20Obst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/Window%20Obst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This corridor have been passed by various souls&lt;br /&gt;but today im studying the view;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want to see when my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;reminiscence; my mates looking at their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's flares are tired&lt;br /&gt;of pressing against my black rubber face,&lt;br /&gt;chasing after soft, pale cheeks&lt;br /&gt;that never turn, sweaty glazed..&lt;br /&gt;Air sucked tight, its difficult to breathe&lt;br /&gt;but for pride, we shall not leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tired ..weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ...bleak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..abide the credo Against All Adversities&lt;br /&gt;and for pride, we shall not quit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never felt so tiring, our immobiled body,&lt;br /&gt;each footstep collects a story,&lt;br /&gt;inch by inch, carrying ourselves up&lt;br /&gt;craving for fresh air.. in and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                [..i am done..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stapled and glued together,&lt;br /&gt;are cold bones and skin,&lt;br /&gt;the aches return quickly when i walk,&lt;br /&gt;so I sit back and watch&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot more to me than this,&lt;br /&gt;brotherhood triumphs over hardships;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how heavy the weights are,&lt;br /&gt;I always get somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how much further from here&lt;br /&gt;'coz my legs won't carry me far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that i've done,&lt;br /&gt;hard times are now turned into times of pride.&lt;br /&gt;All this i managed with you by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness isn't tendered on demand;&lt;br /&gt;you gave with love, not merely out of duty.&lt;br /&gt;Our days are daily burnished by that beauty&lt;br /&gt;Upon your trust,&lt;br /&gt;proudly we used to stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..farewell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a grateful word is said&lt;br /&gt;in reply to a kindness paid.&lt;br /&gt;But no word has any greater rank,&lt;br /&gt;than a word from the heart, saying "thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so long.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-114041370397127667?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114041370397127667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/114041370397127667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113999935385944515</id><published>2006-02-15T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:56:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/Image(165)v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/Image%28165%29v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand still for a while..&lt;br /&gt;and let the winds embrace ur body&lt;br /&gt;allow the cold breeze fly past&lt;br /&gt;u'll feel close to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out your hands..&lt;br /&gt;and grab for the diamonds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;allow yourself to be pampered once again&lt;br /&gt;u'll feel close to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now close your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the waves&lt;br /&gt;a peaceful sound in harmony&lt;br /&gt;u'll feel close to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[myself..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icy winds are piercing through my skin&lt;br /&gt;cutting my bones, crumbling my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;glittering sky are just broken shards of glasses&lt;br /&gt;lacerate my hands, leaving long deep scars.&lt;br /&gt;waves are melancholic tunes&lt;br /&gt;reminding myself of a sad past i went through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when i feel&lt;br /&gt;..the breeze, the stars and the waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113999935385944515?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113999935385944515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113999935385944515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113540906431861949</id><published>2005-12-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:24:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/Image(017).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/Image%28017%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/Image(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are not as sweet after this happened&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make what i considered a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;to come true, but everytime reality strikes back at me&lt;br /&gt;i cant understand, and i will never want to&lt;br /&gt;i am not mad, just a little sad,&lt;br /&gt;my euphorical past fades away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day i drag myself to somewhere i can find&lt;br /&gt;all the answers to the questions i asked myself all these while&lt;br /&gt;so much for all the promises i made&lt;br /&gt;so much for all sacrifices; i hate&lt;br /&gt;i am alright so you please carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write this on a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;i sing to you but i cant accept&lt;br /&gt;how all this can be happening&lt;br /&gt;when im the one who make things wrong&lt;br /&gt;so please don't cry and walk away&lt;br /&gt;hands over my head, i surrender&lt;br /&gt;i surrender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a loaded gun i find&lt;br /&gt;my temple feels thirsty&lt;br /&gt;for the cold barrel.&lt;br /&gt;now is my goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i think i've found the key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113540906431861949?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113540906431861949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113540906431861949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/12/guns.html' title='guns'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113465665956995697</id><published>2005-12-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:24:19.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/oreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/oreo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whip it up..&lt;br /&gt;cream sugar vanilla cookies and cheese..&lt;br /&gt;eat it up..&lt;br /&gt;on that special day, but its a miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind about that now.&lt;br /&gt;things are not meant to be somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113465665956995697?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113465665956995697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113465665956995697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheesecake.html' title='cheesecake'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113319632427720348</id><published>2005-11-29T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:00:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feek inc again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/fek.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/fek.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a rough tide outside,&lt;br /&gt;my legs are weak i can't stand firm&lt;br /&gt;i know it'll be over&lt;br /&gt;soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with the smell of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;the sweet scent of liberation&lt;br /&gt;im sure i'm ready this time&lt;br /&gt;my confidence this round&lt;br /&gt;is not a membrane sheilding my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fortress which seems too strong&lt;br /&gt;however invaded by an army of complacency;&lt;br /&gt;the ground cracked wide open&lt;br /&gt;gaping cliff waiting to swallow anyone who fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly,&lt;br /&gt;you nose-dived down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ORD lo! gimme back my Pink IC..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113319632427720348?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113319632427720348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113319632427720348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/feek-inc-again.html' title='feek inc again'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113262521149765277</id><published>2005-11-22T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:06:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feek.inc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/feek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/feek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clothes u wore&lt;br /&gt;the words u spoke&lt;br /&gt;the path u took&lt;br /&gt;the life u lead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song u sung before&lt;br /&gt;that haunting tune which rings in my head&lt;br /&gt;the empty promises i told&lt;br /&gt;another way of holding on i supppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fabricated dream&lt;br /&gt;resulting a flesh torn&lt;br /&gt;what is left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic; how near you are&lt;br /&gt;yet it feels so far&lt;br /&gt;blessed by freedom?&lt;br /&gt;i can't fathom&lt;br /&gt;the cause of all these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clothes i wore&lt;br /&gt;                                       [....tattered]&lt;br /&gt;the words i spoke&lt;br /&gt;                                                              [cries....]&lt;br /&gt;the path i took&lt;br /&gt;                                     [...blurry]&lt;br /&gt;the life i lead&lt;br /&gt;                          [am i alive..?]                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feek.inc&lt;br /&gt;MEN's WEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113262521149765277?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113262521149765277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113262521149765277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/feekinc.html' title='feek.inc'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-113185897887885822</id><published>2005-11-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:16:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long astoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/Image(169)23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/320/Image%28169%2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a space long abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirt and cold winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderwebs and shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beeping red light; a sense of life amongst the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers weak, my movements halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i back to reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up from my long virtual dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems too real.. an ideal place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer all year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our long talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving no trace behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played this game before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules are still the same i reckon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time you are the jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im at your mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've woken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh air surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving me a new burst of energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool air and sweet ozone scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-113185897887885822?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113185897887885822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/113185897887885822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-long-astoria.html' title='so long astoria'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112814564498964282</id><published>2005-10-01T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:52:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 3 faced Jack,&lt;br /&gt;mixed breed of black grey and white,&lt;br /&gt;had to face the fact,&lt;br /&gt;of a flesh torn by that deadly bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thank you for the good times,&lt;br /&gt;it have been great while it lasted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, are you feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;Jack, are you feeling lost?&lt;br /&gt;You chose this and please dont frown,&lt;br /&gt;Jack, its all your cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point reaching out your hand,&lt;br /&gt;what is it that you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;Jack its over my friend,&lt;br /&gt;No, please dont turn to hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A torn part of you will heal&lt;br /&gt;to fill up all your vacant space,&lt;br /&gt;a message written for his lovely pal Jill,&lt;br /&gt;"i wont forget you in my prayers.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so long.. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, why are your eyes wet?&lt;br /&gt;go hide behind your mask&lt;br /&gt;a masquerade of hidden emotions&lt;br /&gt;for Jill u must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112814564498964282?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112814564498964282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112814564498964282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-faced-jack-mixed-breed-of-black-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112791926044674832</id><published>2005-09-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:54:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/bday%20gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/bday%20gig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upstrokes&lt;br /&gt;palm mutes&lt;br /&gt;downstrokes&lt;br /&gt;hammer ons&lt;br /&gt;pull offs&lt;br /&gt;slide up&lt;br /&gt;slide down&lt;br /&gt;scaling&lt;br /&gt;tremolo&lt;br /&gt;whammy&lt;br /&gt;vibrato&lt;br /&gt;slaps&lt;br /&gt;scratch&lt;br /&gt;bend&lt;br /&gt;drop-D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;nasty riffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back in action this november.. hoorah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112791926044674832?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112791926044674832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112791926044674832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/upstrokes-palm-mutes-downstrokes.html' title=''/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112766192975832353</id><published>2005-09-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:25:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20plants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20plants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water me dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112766192975832353?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112766192975832353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112766192975832353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/plants.html' title='plants'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112750080831623807</id><published>2005-09-24T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:40:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20Guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i show u something new&lt;br /&gt;and play a tune or two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           .... [strum]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melodies floating in this hollow space&lt;br /&gt;where everyone was busy navigating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  [a maze of humans]&lt;br /&gt;..did anyone ever care or notice&lt;br /&gt;all hopes dangled on a frayed end string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[strum]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gloomy harmony in A-minor; a rendition&lt;br /&gt;of an expression of my stolen right&lt;br /&gt;to see an ornamented description&lt;br /&gt;by the voices of my own kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112750080831623807?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112750080831623807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112750080831623807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/12-strings.html' title='12 strings'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112730300900975265</id><published>2005-09-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:43:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superhero tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20City%20Tree%202%20Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20City%20Tree%202%20Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan is proud of her son. "He is a crime-fighter!", she will be heard saying that to everyone. Feeding his son left-over &lt;em&gt;tou-huay&lt;/em&gt; (jelly beancurd) from her stall religiously, she believe by now at the age of 21 her son have strong bones. "My son ah, can jump from building to building! Can fly like Superman oso lah.. Waah.. so proud of him one!" Everyone, from the market will listen to her story nodding their heads although in their minds they say to themselves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Siao.. ur son commit suicide 5 years ago. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112730300900975265?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112730300900975265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112730300900975265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/superhero-tan.html' title='superhero tan'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112722669630393298</id><published>2005-09-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:31:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20Tired%20Tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20Tired%20Tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lis wants me to write her a sonet for her assignment.. this is what i wrote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;november nights will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souls in the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for something to feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a card board and a thin layer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheilding from cold winds and harsh weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am that urban nomad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a tribe im not a little sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november nights will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirty streets are busy in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the setting sun make it dry and dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urban wanderers are hard workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am that vagabon, a rover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nocturnal stillness are never a sign to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's shelter are never a permanent nest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun ask me wat its all about..i duno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112722669630393298?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112722669630393298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112722669630393298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-scenery.html' title='daily scenery'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13954511.post-112714744151635326</id><published>2005-09-20T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:32:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endless journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/1600/L%20endless%20journey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/520/545/400/L%20endless%20journey1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months before i end my service. the common path i shared with my mates had met a junction which branched out to 34 different paths.. we have to choose a path (this time alone..) continuing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endless journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; called Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, im dealing with another endless trip.. getting that 7000 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qtn: where is this pic taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: somewhere near Changi Airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13954511-112714744151635326?l=upstrokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112714744151635326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13954511/posts/default/112714744151635326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstrokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/endless-journey.html' title='endless journey'/><author><name>Syarfique</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RozSHXb07C0/SfyXUazX7HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0jw42A2w2gw/s1600-R/Dark_by_feekinc.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
