<?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-6038266</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:42:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomitification</title><subtitle type='html'>The chaotic silence blinds my ears and bleeds my eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-6394439771915900902</id><published>2008-09-10T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:05:18.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SabbaticalAll eyes were on methe bright lights were shiningcamera flashes, high expectationsconstant talks of succession.the directions are confusingthe instructions never endingthe behavorial changes appalingand my mind is left contemplatingi chose to run but not escapei disappeared but am always presenti kept quiet but i can speaki shut my ears but i still listenedi stopped thinking but am not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/6394439771915900902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/6394439771915900902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6394439771915900902' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-6230688448061732471</id><published>2008-02-14T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:17:26.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from cairo to the indian oceanthe breeze sings a romantic lullabya song of undying devotionto be sung to you on the river nile.for i sing to you this song of minefor every dream every night bringsi wanna be your dream and you'll be mineand we'll both play the song lovers singi look upon the passing cloudsi say the words my heart desiresthe words so simple yet so deepwords that are light on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/6230688448061732471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/6230688448061732471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6230688448061732471' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-5328204084194912980</id><published>2007-02-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:17:03.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking upon the quiet nightthe moon is hiding behind the cloudsthe stars are not shining brightand i am standing here in the dark.i looked into the lifeless waterin the cold, still nighthoping to see my soul withinbut there wasnt even a reflection of light. baby, this heart is cryingits bleeding its contents outcause all this while i have been waitingand i am still waiting til my time is up. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/5328204084194912980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/5328204084194912980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5328204084194912980' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-116067533067436629</id><published>2006-10-13T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:48:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warmy sky is dropping bombs on mepounding down like a thousand and one hiroshimahearts sent exploding by the adrenaline rushthere is no time to stop and think.i hear the fighter planes screeching passand the sirens wailing loud and clearamidst the chaotic screams and the listless soulsi could no longer hear my heart beating. my home crumbled and shattered to piecesand my life is burnt down by the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/116067533067436629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/116067533067436629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116067533067436629' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-116067379217651558</id><published>2006-10-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:23:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>down by the majestic riverunder the moonlit and star studded skywe sat and looked into each others' eyesas you held me close in your armsyou whispered candy coated wordsand showered me with intensely burning passion.we shared our tiny secretsand we talked of our colorful pastswe speak of our beloved hometownwe giggled over our embarrassing momentsand we predicted on our futurejust both you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/116067379217651558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/116067379217651558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116067379217651558' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-114848644454187227</id><published>2006-05-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:00:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went deeper than i ever wantedi never knew it affected you.baby, i am sorry for leading you onbut i aint gonna hide the truth from you.you see, i ran a thousand milesand played too many liesto get away from all these livesto get through all these times. i never meant to hurt youi never wish to break youi never wanted it to happeni never did lead you through. you see, i gave up on cupid a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/114848644454187227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/114848644454187227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114848644454187227' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-114311626507080157</id><published>2006-03-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:17:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>runrun from wall to wallrun across the floorrun beneath the warrun to the doorbut the door isnt therethe windows shut tightthe walls painted whitethe lights blinding brighti feel so suffocatedmy breaths are cut shortthis angst ever amountingi down a mind of shoti seek alienationi find troubles of lifei smiled in jubilationonly to fall into downward plightrun from wall to wallrun across the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/114311626507080157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/114311626507080157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114311626507080157' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-111313061994340273</id><published>2005-04-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:56:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trapped within these wallsMy screams remain unheardSuffocated by my responsibilitiesMy soul hangs on lifelessly.Time crawls to a stand stillMy heart stops pumpingMy brain stops thinkingMy body stops movingBut my lungs breathe unwillingly.The stale air that I breatheMakes my soul weep furiouslyOf the end that never comesAnd the beginning that never leaves.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/111313061994340273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/111313061994340273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111313061994340273' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-109454717301081689</id><published>2004-09-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:22:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missing you...could that be you? is that really you?oh my god it is you!i've missed you! the glimmer of hopethat glow of lightall these waitingfinally you are near.i've missed you.i've been anticipatingwaiting in agonyfor your returnfor your presence.i've missed you.i've realised one thingnow that you are hereyou never left usyou were here all alongits just that i've missed you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/109454717301081689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/109454717301081689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454717301081689' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108901457158282642</id><published>2004-07-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T16:02:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all is still.not a movement.not a soundhush, lay asleep.close your eyesand feel the warmthdo you feel it?do you? do you? do you?i do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108901457158282642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108901457158282642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108901457158282642' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108540902109349177</id><published>2004-05-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:31:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crants...The smile on your faceMade the world abit betterThe joy of your laughMelts the sorrows forever.Your tears you hideYour pain you repressCould you hold it backand deny it forever?You gave hope to othersYou light up their facesThough your soul is dyingyou kept on walking.Oh maiden of hopeYour warmth hauntsYour care destroysYour love bleeds.The crimson rosenblankets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108540902109349177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108540902109349177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540902109349177' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108281427384888028</id><published>2004-04-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T21:48:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK MYSELFSee the clouds driftSee the castles builtSee the fantasy playedSee yourself dead.You played in a gardenfull of blossoms and lifefilled with joy and happinessOr so it seems.You continue dreamingYou always runYou seek solaceBut your soul's hurting.You hope and searchNever giving upBut fuck yourselffor believing. Feel the fake warmthFeel the momentary joyFeel the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108281427384888028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108281427384888028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281427384888028' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108169075555284765</id><published>2004-04-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:43:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Letter to A Brother. (Unmailed)Dear dearest,You were always there the cousin, the brother,the friend, the father,advising me and the others.But look in the mirror.Look at yourself.I lost you in the reflection.What? Why? How? You broke my heart.You brought me tears.This tears plummetsfrom the hurt soul.What's done is done.I can't turn back timenor can i change historybut I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108169075555284765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108169075555284765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169075555284765' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108143475422524370</id><published>2004-04-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T22:36:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all the fucking voices around me,I carve this angst on my arms.I seek sweet pleasurefrom my blood.I see pure lifein sufferings.I love comfortin the pain.The dark wings I ownmade me soar in the skiesso high up in the cloudsbut I hate it up there.I want to sink deepso deep into the life that destroysdive into the fires of lifeand burn my body and soul.i hate life. i hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108143475422524370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108143475422524370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143475422524370' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108056062505503169</id><published>2004-03-29T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:47:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physical Geography Test : Hot DesertsThis curse I lay down on youshall casts a shadow of sufferingswhere the light does not shinewhile darkness rules your soul.Your soul is food for Belzebub's consumptionto please his evil heart and desires.You shall rot in the burning heavensand put to sleep in the soothing hell.Imhotep shall be your suffering partnerand Anubis shall spit on your soul</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108056062505503169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108056062505503169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108056062505503169' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-108004897406099326</id><published>2004-03-23T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:39:39.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Response to Boey Kim ChengDecipher these funny ramblingsfor my ears are too delicateNo negative utters or bitchy commentsfor damaging my flawless skin it will.I seek peace and solacein the sweet beauty of liesfor truth hurts and biteslike sticks and stones that fly.An addict I amto the beauty it ismock sincerity it I believefor the truth are lies.Life is an empty spacewaiting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108004897406099326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/108004897406099326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004897406099326' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107943884582774865</id><published>2004-03-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T20:10:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roll Of My LifeTime never stood stillMemories still lingers hereHistory has a way of repeatingbut the present still continues.Another place, a better place.Another person, a better person.You left me standing hereand you left so abruptly.But it is not youIt is I who neglectsIt is I who shall dieIt is I who have sinned. You ran away from meas I have sinnedand you found another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107943884582774865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107943884582774865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943884582774865' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107823040250593392</id><published>2004-03-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:29:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Economics Make Up LectureThis curse of the mystical creatureis besieged upon your soulyour life is an image of joybut the reality of pain.Evil is the eye that seeksand consumes your light.Darkness shall be your lifeof perpetual blindness, doubt and regret.Destitute and sorrowfulthe song of your life it isFull of confusion and dreadthe life that I planned for you it isEvil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107823040250593392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107823040250593392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823040250593392' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107682405967399718</id><published>2004-02-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:50:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dance of Love...Angels and fairiesDancing and twirlingWith eyes glitteringWhat a magical feeling.The words tangowith the rhythm and heatPassionate and sweetsweeping me off my feet.The wind glidesgracefully with the treesAnd carresing its leavesImitating the birds and the bees.The toad croaksbeing oh-so-hipCartwheels and a backflipThat's the true b-boy tip.The snakes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107682405967399718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107682405967399718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682405967399718' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107682353438752980</id><published>2004-02-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:41:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasy Roleplay...I'll be you knight in shining armourRiding a white horse, pure and magicalYou will be my princessSinging melodiously, angelic and echanting.The castle stands strongMighty and ever lastingStill alone undisturbed, unharmedamongst images of sheer destruction.Glittering fairies fluttering aroundLeaving behind the trace of fairy dustDancing and twirling aroundGiggling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107682353438752980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107682353438752980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682353438752980' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107529911949376848</id><published>2004-01-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:14:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Much NegativityA carnage, a battlefield,a terminal ward of eternal death,a land abandoned by Goda land of many diseases.The negativity is haunting,Consuming and tearing life apart.But of all the negativity,I see a soul smiling.Is there something wrong?Is there a reason why?We're putting up a fight?Could it be the fear of darkness?Of losing what we hold so dear?Humanity </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107529911949376848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107529911949376848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107529911949376848' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107519973212051692</id><published>2004-01-27T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:37:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody CriesYes, its the song that describes what I am thinking inside myself.Oh baby let it rainI feel it washing over meThe anxietyI watch it fade awayCoz everything can changeIt changes right in front of meCould you set me freeTo where I wanna beChorusIs something wrong, is there a reason whyWe're putting up a fightDon't be ashamed to open up your heartEverybody criesI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107519973212051692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107519973212051692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519973212051692' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107469624718382249</id><published>2004-01-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:46:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dead Man's RopeA million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my rightBut I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling nightAnd as days turn into weeks and years And years turn into lifetimesI just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand yearsWalk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrowIf you're walking to escape, to escape </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107469624718382249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107469624718382249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107469624718382249' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107262856176192604</id><published>2003-12-29T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T00:23:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The UndefeatedAn Acid House Romance (Extract)Party Chicks can be subdivided, man, intae like two groups: Hiya Lassies and Sexy Feminists. Straight-Pegs are women who dinnae touch drugs, eh no man, and they shag only dull twats like themselves who are intae aw that home-and-garden shite. These are mainstream straight-pegs, man, dead easy tae spot. There are alternative straight-pegs, the kind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107262856176192604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107262856176192604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262856176192604' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107193502632574888</id><published>2003-12-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T23:44:00.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weak and PowerlessTilling my own grave to keep me levelJam another dragon down the holeDigging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary sirenOne that pushes me along and leaves me soDesperate and RavenousI'm so weak and powerless over youSomeone feed the monkey while I dig in search of ChinaWhite as Dracula as I approach the bottomDesperate and RavenousI'm so weak and powerless over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107193502632574888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107193502632574888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193502632574888' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-107029000777641537</id><published>2003-12-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:46:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LTCDay 1Stomachs churnHearts beat fasterSouls got excitedVoices got louder.CHallenges ariseObstacles ladi for usTension builds upPerserverance solved all.My eyes hurtMy body weakensMy leg achesIm just tired.Day 2Noises and chirping grew louderShadows crept in the bird houseTossing and turningFed-up and awakening.My stomach was hungryBoiling its contentI felt the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107029000777641537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/107029000777641537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029000777641537' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106969297918831816</id><published>2003-11-25T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T00:56:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one is for YasminUcapan dihantar lambat sehari,Janganlah Cik Yasmin susah hati.Bukan niat saya nak diam diriAtaupun lupakan rakan sejati.Usahlah sedih dihari raya,Senyumlah dah bergembira.Salam Lebaran ucapan saya,Ampun dan maaf dipinta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106969297918831816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106969297918831816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969297918831816' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106959847450734325</id><published>2003-11-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:41:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hari Raya Wishes For My Friends (In Malay)Can't provide the subtitles, so don't bother reading if you don't understand. It's just he same message I smsed you guys. Just decided to put them here in case you guys delelted it. HehTo Ain :Kad raya sudah diterima,Nak balas tak sempat pula.Namun, ku tetap ucapkan selamat berayatapi melalui sms aja lar ya?To Ramzi :Kad raya telah diberimu,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106959847450734325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106959847450734325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106959847450734325' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106923725349250126</id><published>2003-11-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:21:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SlitherThere comes the metallic snakeClinking and clanking,Huffing and puffing.Its massive bodyHas a humble skinPureness of whiteLustful of red.As it stop and restAlong the river bank,Its pores open, Simultaneously and uniformedWaiting impatientlyFor the exchnage to begin.As it open,A huge massive atom rushed inGrabbing a seat Like a cat looking for foodLike a cockroach looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106923725349250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106923725349250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106923725349250126' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106914706405766157</id><published>2003-11-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:17:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beneath MeOn the surfaceEverything seems focusedWell mannered and beautiful.Moving slowlyWith wonderful grace and elegance.Innocent eyesLooking lovingly and softly.Its an image of virtual projectionOf love, innocence and fragility.But beneath this calm soulLies a demon of destruction.A boy with powersto destroy, eliminate and inflict pain.To be viewed lowlyTo be regarded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106914706405766157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106914706405766157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914706405766157' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106811917906919141</id><published>2003-11-06T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T19:46:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Odyssey(Act 4)Circe          : Very well. But you have to do 'it' with me firstOddysseus: Do what?Circe          : You know, 'it'Oddysseus: I don't get you. What is this 'it'?Circe          : 'IT' You know, to have some nookie, to open my love box, to tease me with your trouser snake?Oddysseus: Come again?Circe          : To copulate, fornicate, make LOVE.Oddysseus: OH. Why didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106811917906919141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106811917906919141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106811917906919141' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804669207119978</id><published>2003-11-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:38:15.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Running AwayWhy does he feel like running away?Just leaving this world behindGetting rid of the albatrossAnd throwing his crown overboard.This weight overwhelmsHis soul entangled and entwinedHis sight darkensWith all the crimson light.His mind floats awayLike a seed of the angsana plantHe lost his focusLike a crocodile hypnotised.He perspires joyEvanescencing into the glorious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804669207119978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804669207119978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804669207119978' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804662074352457</id><published>2003-11-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:37:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Untitled - Work In ProgressThe decline of the Earl of Denby continued apace. Servants complained that Flossie, the sheep, made a mess of the quarters, yet he insisted that she would be waited on by a team of hand-maidens, who would keep the animal in luxury and contentment, particularly ensuring that the beast's fleece was well-groomed and spotless.- Flossie, my darling angel, Denby said, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804662074352457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804662074352457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804662074352457' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804657084275925</id><published>2003-11-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:36:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OiOi, oi, oi, oi, OIHeh. Juz wanted to say tt.Ooh, these fingers are itchyBetter type somethin out.But waddehellWhat the who?Waddehell you bloody smutchCan't think wad to writeCan't think wad to typeOh brotha brotha brothaFinished tt freaky examFreaky who?Freaky exam idiotic fool.Was ok or was it fineEither caseI don't even mindWhat i get or what they giveCoz I'm outta therre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804657084275925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804657084275925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804657084275925' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804649976623814</id><published>2003-11-05T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:35:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Economics Lecture Last WeekThe nervous soulGlides into the roomLooking around and tremblingThinking and anticipating.His weight falls downOnto the wooden planksOf hardness and discomfortWaiting for the voice to speak.The voice began to speakThe nervous soul and the others settled inAll silent and awaitingThe judgements by the jury.The voice announcedthat judgements are toldOnly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804649976623814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804649976623814'/><link 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love has blossom once again.Hooray, Alas.I have nothing to worryI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804644490289146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804644490289146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804644490289146' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804640544941035</id><published>2003-11-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:33:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physical GeographyHe frozeNot a movementNot a soundBut his heart is vibratingHis breath is pumpingBut his brain stoppedHe gets tensedHe panickedBut there is nothing he can doOther than stare at his paperThe words began to trail offAs he sees the painful futureHe sees it on the paperAll the words are staringAs he began to shiverHe is afraidHe is stunnedAlll that he did is wasted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804640544941035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804640544941035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804640544941035' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804637141867275</id><published>2003-11-05T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:32:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Dark SoulI walk through the streetsGetting attention from those I meetI am like a black African bitchWalking into a group of white bleach.Everyone stood stillNot even a molecule vibrateAll the eyes are full of skillto criticise,hate and discriminate.The human world wears a facadeThey talked about justice and equalityEven mother nature is full facadeHiding poison and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804637141867275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804637141867275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804637141867275' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804633706415631</id><published>2003-11-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:32:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freaky FeelingFreak in the morningFreak in the eveningFreak, I wanna beFreak is just me.As I walked through the doorAnd doing my stuff on the dance floorPeople would stop and stareAs I do ma thang wit a flare.They think I'm weirdThey think I'm crazyI don't give a fuckIm a freak and they just suck.They said I changedIm no longer tameWho the hell are theyMaking me their lil prey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804633706415631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804633706415631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804633706415631' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804630061638881</id><published>2003-11-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:31:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TornThe world is spinning around meAll the voices haunting meThe darkness consumes meWhile my soul leaves me.All these tensions are buildingMounting and increasingI wish i could build myself springBut pain is all that it brings.I am torn between halos and demons;All these words with cryptic meaningsI seek a life less complicatingNot wanting darkness consuming.Life is like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804630061638881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804630061638881'/><link 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cursesHatred and angerKilling the calm soul.Never knew what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804625647992121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804625647992121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804625647992121' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804621871733440</id><published>2003-11-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:30:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KonphusionI picked you up and brought you inWhen you came knocking on my doorWhat made me do that? Was it love? Was it humanity?I never knew the answerI never dared to thinkCause I'll get all konphuzedAnd maybe I'll just kill.I'll kill myselfFor letting you inI'll kill myselfIF I proved to be-All sympathetic and humane.The thought scares meThe thought haunts meWhat can i do?I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804621871733440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804621871733440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804621871733440' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038266.post-106804546692272562</id><published>2003-11-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:29:25.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RapedI thought it would be funI thought it was coolI thought it wont harmI was wrong.I thought he meant wellI thought he cares for meI thought he wont do such a thingI was wrong.I felt highI felt lightI felt niceHe took a chance.He whispered sweet nothingsHe brought me homeHe gave me a kissAll I have was gone.It is over nowIt is a painIt is a shameI was raped.All I need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804546692272562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6038266/posts/default/106804546692272562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abdrule.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804546692272562' title=''/><author><name>ab_d_rule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426246506202954989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CAlsFi3fEew/SNC328c8-1I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9Sc7fRZGNFo/S220/hasif+angel.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
