<?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-2012485197526450613</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>verses from the tranquility of my heart</title><subtitle type='html'>all that i've got is here..
plz read ^^ and also correct me if i'm wrong in some of my juvenile works^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-4784902670436709027</id><published>2008-10-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T04:59:25.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF-RELIANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Society is preying all men, and only the reliance on the power of individual and the soul can lead men to truth and greatness. A person needs to trust his or her own thoughts and instincts and speak them aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't let your cowardliness eat your confidence to show what you really are. Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to face the things that bring you down. Always bear in mind that weaklings will never rule in this society. It's a matter of competition of whose strong to emerge and whose the weak to sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Speak you thoughts aloud and share it to everyone before they take away your brilliant thoughts. The thorns in our heart will be pulled out if you trust yourself. Don't be afraid to show the radiance of yourself because it is the key for your own success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't be misled by those false comments of other people to you. They are just a poisonous trap that is waiting to hook you down in their lair. You can never be their victim if you boost yourself with the shield of confidence. Your aura cannot be debuff by those who want to take you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simply, think positive always for you to overcome those negative things. Forget what you have done in the past and move on straight forward in the future. Evade the downfall that may come in your way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-4784902670436709027?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4784902670436709027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=4784902670436709027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/4784902670436709027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/4784902670436709027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-reliance.html' title='SELF-RELIANCE'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-5143142577527077986</id><published>2008-10-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:26:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   In 1939, Guido (Roberto Benigni) an enchanting individual with childlike innocence and grand dreams of owning his own bookstore comes to the Tuscan town of Arezzo. He falls in love with Dora, a beautiful young schoolteacher (Nicoletta Braschi). Unfortunately, the woman he calls his Princess is already engaged. Worse, she is engaged to the local Fascist official with whom he has had a run-in. Guido, however, is not deterred and a fairy tale romance ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Several years later Guido and Dora are married and have a son, and Guido has finally opened the bookshop of his dreams. But now, the occasional bigotries Guido once ignored have become Racial Laws with which he must come to terms. Throughout it all, he determines to shield his son from the brutal reality governing their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This determination becomes a matter of life and death when Guido and his son are sent to a concentration camp three months before the war's end. Of her own accord, and out of her love for them, Dora deports herself on the same train. Now, in this unimaginable world, Guido must use his bold imagination and every ounce of his indefatigable spirit to save those he loves. He tries not to frightened his son and use tricks just to please it when it feels afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-5143142577527077986?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5143142577527077986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=5143142577527077986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/5143142577527077986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/5143142577527077986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-8477724766086412324</id><published>2008-10-14T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T04:24:41.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'nalak Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPckIbyPpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hvYbCticz2o/s1600-h/xot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPckIbyPpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hvYbCticz2o/s400/xot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257710817294394914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;  The T'nalak Festival was successfully and peacefully launched. The streets are brightened with the different colored lights which you can actually see when walking through the busy Alunan Avenue. People brightened their face too by smiling at anyone whom they will met in an alley. Laughters and smiles made the ambience so inviting. It creates a scenario where all people seems to be like familiar with each faces.&lt;br /&gt;Music coming from the performing bands serenades the people who captivated by the sweet melody of the instrument and vocals of the singer. The vibes thrills everyone who listen in the bands waiting to sing their themesong. I'm excited also at that time for I am waiting also for my friends to come and have some sober moments drinking and strolling around the SMRAA grounds. I noticed that there are also some drunk people walking like they don't care of what do they look like. Some shouts, some screams while some are eating sisig and grilled fish.&lt;br /&gt;Many lovers sprung at that night walking each other side by side, holding hands while walking and sometimes kissing each other. My friend feel jealous of what he have seen. Irinically, he's just an insecure person who wants also to be kissed by a woman.&lt;br /&gt;The night come at it's climax when the fireworks started to soar up in the sky and painted it with explosions. All stop and stare for a moment to take a glimpse of the exploding fireworks. Everyone is eager to wait for that moment to come.&lt;br /&gt;I take a seat and grab my beer to enjoy also that night and thats the start of the party.&lt;br /&gt;I walked home with an empty pocket. Half drunk but still in control, I slowly creeps into my bed and try to sleep with an unexplainable feeling that can't be defined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-8477724766086412324?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8477724766086412324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=8477724766086412324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/8477724766086412324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/8477724766086412324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/tnalak-festival.html' title='T&apos;nalak Festival'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPckIbyPpiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hvYbCticz2o/s72-c/xot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-4027332151356958123</id><published>2008-10-09T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:26:50.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF??????</title><content type='html'>What if i'm alone in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Where no one else i can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Can I cry out loud when i know theres no one to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm not born in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Will I experienced the ups and down of this life?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I stay floating in the river of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm the president of the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;Can i save this country from rampant corruption, or&lt;br /&gt;will i ride in the rotten political system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm a God?&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to risk my life for those who send me in the cross?&lt;br /&gt;Do i need to punish the sinners or save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm a superhero?&lt;br /&gt;Can I defend Mindanao from its disgrace?&lt;br /&gt;Can I avoid my self not to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;Can I choose death to save my beloved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm the richest guy?&lt;br /&gt;will i escape the curse of death?&lt;br /&gt;Can I cure my own greediness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm a priest?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stay virgin for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Or my temptation devour me everynight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I see Satan?&lt;br /&gt;Will I blame him for what he become?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I join him in hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I will love a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Will I payed her a cash for pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Can love overcome frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the heart was put in the right side of our chest?&lt;br /&gt;Will it beats only for the right person?&lt;br /&gt;Can it dictate me what is wrong or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my teacher found out that i have a crush on her?&lt;br /&gt;Will she fail me in this subject?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-4027332151356958123?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4027332151356958123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=4027332151356958123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/4027332151356958123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/4027332151356958123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF??????'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-3763221405628405171</id><published>2008-10-09T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:02:17.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Sedacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a dark, bleak night, I tried to sleep but i remembered her.The radiance of her satin face slave me every night.&lt;br /&gt;Like prince Aladin chases princess Jasmine in the desert of arabian nights. Her sweet siren arouses this two wings in the side of my head. As a beautiful mermaid serenade and captures the attention of a wandering sailor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm melting like an ice cream everytime she pass by. The ground turns to ice and i'm chilling when she's near me.&lt;br /&gt;Her scent is unforgetable, so everlasting. It soothes the pain in my head and make me fall in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-3763221405628405171?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3763221405628405171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=3763221405628405171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/3763221405628405171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/3763221405628405171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/princess-sedacion.html' title='Princess Sedacion'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-2581467953468225673</id><published>2008-10-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:01:18.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold My Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the tree,&lt;br /&gt;its big eyes sparkled on me&lt;br /&gt;under the bright moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood tainted the land&lt;br /&gt;who will win in this battle?&lt;br /&gt;crescent moon or cross?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-2581467953468225673?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2581467953468225673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012485197526450613&amp;postID=2581467953468225673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/2581467953468225673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012485197526450613/posts/default/2581467953468225673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/2008/10/behold-my-haiku.html' title='Behold My Haiku'/><author><name>Jeff "wasting moonshine" Sunga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992002558909048416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRHPpZbUBEE/SPG8bkRIjaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-E6dvpZVSw/S220/ako+ah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012485197526450613.post-4205667881471843065</id><published>2008-10-09T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:39:26.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 24 lines of Two Emotions (Happiness and Sadness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happiness is an immeasurable feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the burst of joy that really satisfies you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your heart will beat faster when it impedes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like a princess charge in haste to kiss her prince charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it hits you, it unfolds this world's positivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a precious jewel that sparks its owners beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It heals the frown of everybodys persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A second of it, will lead you to nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A pessimistic person can escape his anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With an optimistic mind, enables him to dodge lifes' tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even there's so many things that bothers you alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always bear in mind that smiles make you hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadness is a yellow days irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A contrast of white, that is so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An absence of light in the night, it's very gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will suddenly wish to end this misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It makes you weak to resist and fight frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's an emotion that creates disatisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self-torture and suicide is the only option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadness indeed can cause self-destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will fall and beaten by this deceitful emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything will be blurred, bleak and in slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sadness darkened our life, it scratches a fragile heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emptiness, loneliness, makes you want to tear the world apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012485197526450613-4205667881471843065?l=wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wastingmoonshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4205667881471843065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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