<?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-7859809197005182696</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:00:45.689-07:00</updated><category term='and goodbye and goodnight'/><category term='kiss me'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-5418234551965439795</id><published>2008-11-21T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:07:35.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>vindicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So mesmerizing, and so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am captivated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-5418234551965439795?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5418234551965439795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=5418234551965439795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5418234551965439795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/5418234551965439795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/vindicated.html' title='vindicated.'/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-2572188715007758958</id><published>2008-11-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:25:46.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and goodbye and goodnight'/><title type='text'>With a heavy heart</title><content type='html'>I think my life can be summed up into one sad word: goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting close to my friends are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baharain&lt;/span&gt; its time to say goodbye to them and move to India. After taking forever to settle down and fine the perfect friends, its time to say goodbye to them and move to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows since coming to Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; said more goodbyes then i think my heart can even take.&lt;br /&gt;You would think one would learn to not get attached to things so easily but how sad is it to live your life loving nothing because you would have to say goodbye to them?&lt;br /&gt;Last day at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HC&lt;/span&gt; hostel. I still remember my first day here. How much i hated the whole thing, i remember the rain and the prison-like lifts. i remember not being sure i remembered how to navigate to my room through the long yellow corridors.&lt;br /&gt;I remember staying up the whole night, not being able to cry or think. Just so angry and so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how i hated it so much and i remember going to school and realizing i hated school even more.&lt;br /&gt;That's when hostel became home. How i would run from school the minute the bell rang to come back "home".&lt;br /&gt;And now 2 years have gone by and i cant seem to place my finger on the exact day when school became like heaven and hostel became like home. Like a real home.&lt;br /&gt;When the harsh faces became friends and the long corridors became short.&lt;br /&gt;When the suffocatingly perfect interiors of the hostel became places i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; look at without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conjuring&lt;/span&gt; up some memory.&lt;br /&gt;And now its time to say goodbye again.&lt;br /&gt;And to all my J2 seniors. I cant tell you how much ill miss you all. Its meant the world to me to have you by my side. Helping me with studies, guys, girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the end of our journey together and i also know that no matter what people say about being "friends forever" there is actually no such term. Trust me, i know about this better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;And as ill say goodbye to you guys today ill turn and look at the faces of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;3's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;1's and realize that next year ill be saying goodbye to them too.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if someone will feel this way when i leave. I wonder if its just as hard for everyone else to say goodbye to things as it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i thank God for the fact that i feel so horrid while saying goodbye.It goes to show that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; in lucky enough to have memories strong enough and happy enough to bring tears to my eyes when i have to leave them behind.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the ledge hanging outside my window for the longest time last night. (yes i know i can fall off and break all the bones in my body. thanks) And i looked at the hostel from high up on the sixth storey and preserved the picture in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully every time i need it, i can close my eyes again and conjure up the same calm i felt last night.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; leaving behind this year.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to remember all of you, the best and the worst. And i promise to always keep you in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;And i can only hope that what we remember of each other is enough to make us want to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-2572188715007758958?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2572188715007758958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=2572188715007758958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2572188715007758958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2572188715007758958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-heavy-heart.html' title='With a heavy heart'/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-2186495950344414880</id><published>2008-03-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:36:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You begin to wonder why you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-2186495950344414880?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2186495950344414880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=2186495950344414880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2186495950344414880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/2186495950344414880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-one-you-say-we-need-to-talk-he.html' title=''/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-1571467361639638264</id><published>2008-03-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:33:09.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3:30 AM and im still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why? Its because of you. Im so worried about you&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to get everything together?&lt;br /&gt;I see you waste away everyday of your life..letting it pass by as though its not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i can see it so clearly..why cant you see how amazing you are? and how far you can go.&lt;br /&gt;You can have everything you ever wanted..all you need to do is let yourself have it.&lt;br /&gt;What are you so scared of? Tell me everything. Im still right here for you..i never left you..and your pain kills me inside..keeps me up at night.&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me feel ever worse is the way you push me out. Let me in. Please. I can help you. I want to help you. You know i would give myself up if it could save you.&lt;br /&gt;Im still here. Inside you. I never abandoned you..and no matter who abandons you i will still always be here. Let me take you hand. Let me be the shoulder you can cry on. Let me make you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you think..you think im gone forever. You think its all over..like it never even existed. But the truth is that it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont do this to yourself. And if you dont care about yourself then think of it this way: dont do this to me. Because every wound you inflict upon yourself is felt by me too.&lt;br /&gt;All i ask for you is to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than seeing you destroy yourself is being locked outside your life and watching you crumble like a spectator. And i cant do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one i ever believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-1571467361639638264?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1571467361639638264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=1571467361639638264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/1571467361639638264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/1571467361639638264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-330-am-and-im-still-not-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7859809197005182696.post-8995131276647281618</id><published>2008-03-07T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:37:52.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss me'/><title type='text'>"Kiss Me"</title><content type='html'>Kiss Me- Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;Nightly, beside the green, green grass&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing, swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me down by the broken tree house&lt;br /&gt;Swing me upon its hanging tire&lt;br /&gt;Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat&lt;br /&gt;We'll take the trail marked on your father's map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;Lift your open hand&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7859809197005182696-8995131276647281618?l=ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8995131276647281618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7859809197005182696&amp;postID=8995131276647281618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/8995131276647281618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7859809197005182696/posts/default/8995131276647281618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruminationofsoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/kiss-me_07.html' title='&quot;Kiss Me&quot;'/><author><name>prettyasapicture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03734554061885302895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
