<?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-7108915</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:36:10.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile with me, will you? </title><subtitle type='html'>Otto: Lives have many cycles but mine has only turned once and not completely... the most important thing is missing.
- Los Amantes Del Circulo Polar (1998)  
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-114637616137447028</id><published>2006-04-29T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:49:21.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>123456&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-114637616137447028?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114637616137447028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=114637616137447028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/114637616137447028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/114637616137447028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-114105087202099468</id><published>2006-02-27T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:34:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>If only someone could just break/ fracture my leg/ arm and all my problems will be solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-114105087202099468?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114105087202099468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=114105087202099468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/114105087202099468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/114105087202099468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113790667792058384</id><published>2006-01-21T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:13:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>You find yourself standing on the edge of a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself, 'to jump or not to jump?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your feet out. &lt;br /&gt;You take it back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think, 'Why?' &lt;br /&gt;Someone answers, 'Because you are unhappy.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you just admit it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, 'I am not THAT unhappy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are you here? &lt;br /&gt;Why do you bring yourself to the edge of a cliff&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to, let's say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look down to the waves crashing against the rocks below. &lt;br /&gt;Then you look ahead of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113790667792058384?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113790667792058384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113790667792058384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113790667792058384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113790667792058384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113750807314070857</id><published>2006-01-17T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:27:53.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I found my days reduced to 4 hours of life everyday........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there's something good out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113750807314070857?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113750807314070857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113750807314070857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113750807314070857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113750807314070857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113682750559196764</id><published>2006-01-09T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:25:05.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She- Part 1</title><content type='html'>She turns around and notices a faint shadow of his posture. He walks towards her, away from the darkened space to reveal his stern eyes as he glances in her direction. &lt;br /&gt;Her heart breaks. &lt;br /&gt;He says nothing. &lt;br /&gt;She mouths an inaudible word, perhaps in the form of three syllables. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, he says nothing. &lt;br /&gt;He turns away from her, walks away and leaves her with a tight vacuum in her heart. &lt;br /&gt;Why hadn't he said anything? &lt;br /&gt;He gradually drifts into a bleak horizon, away from her tearful sight. At the slightest moment she thought she had lost him, forever. Where is he going? Away? &lt;br /&gt;A clenched hand taps her on her left shoulder. Frozen with fright, she turns around impulsively to discover that she has, indeed, encountered a sharp, streaking pain across her lower abdomen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113682750559196764?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113682750559196764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113682750559196764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113682750559196764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113682750559196764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-part-1.html' title='She- Part 1'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113614142447167421</id><published>2006-01-01T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:51:40.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size='5'&gt;I love the world. &lt;br /&gt;And I am waiting for it to love me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself to stay high. And keep every dream alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113614142447167421?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113614142447167421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113614142447167421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113614142447167421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113614142447167421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113247580279241987</id><published>2005-11-20T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:36:42.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes</title><content type='html'>how many mistakes can one make before they can finally get it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113247580279241987?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113247580279241987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113247580279241987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113247580279241987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113247580279241987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/mistakes.html' title='mistakes'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-113206735430367812</id><published>2005-11-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:09:14.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried today</title><content type='html'>I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I cried today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today&lt;br /&gt;wishing I was pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that, &lt;br /&gt;they could believe &lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I have a golden heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that&lt;br /&gt;friends..&lt;br /&gt;will never be ashamed to &lt;br /&gt;walk beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that&lt;br /&gt;someone could say to himself &lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;'I could love her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;will ever laugh at me again &lt;br /&gt;when I told them my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I could look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;and say to myself, 'I don't look so bad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be laughed at&lt;br /&gt;or make myself throw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps and maybe, &lt;br /&gt;no one will ever look at me and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went to bed that night.&lt;br /&gt;And dreamt of a man who was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he whispered into my ears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are beautiful.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and deep in my heart I wished&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;br /&gt;hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never have to wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-113206735430367812?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113206735430367812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=113206735430367812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113206735430367812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/113206735430367812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cried-today.html' title='I cried today'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112774320907409997</id><published>2005-09-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:00:09.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>fade in&lt;br /&gt;(flashback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Look back, thats paradise behind you. You may not see this again for quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger: It seems like I have just been to Heaven and back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Surreal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger: Magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112774320907409997?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112774320907409997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112774320907409997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112774320907409997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112774320907409997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112550070783003664</id><published>2005-08-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:05:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEWEL</title><content type='html'>I hear the clock, it's six a.m. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so far away from where I've been &lt;br /&gt;I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too &lt;br /&gt;Got my maple syrup, everything but you &lt;br /&gt;I break the yolks and make a smiley face &lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it in my brand new place &lt;br /&gt;I wipe the spots off of the mirror, don't leave the keys in the door &lt;br /&gt;I never put wet towels on the floor anymore 'cause &lt;br /&gt;Dreams last so long, even after you're gone &lt;br /&gt;I know, that you love me and soon you will see &lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me and I was meant for you &lt;br /&gt;I Called my momma, she was out for a walk &lt;br /&gt;Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk &lt;br /&gt;So picked up a paper, it was more bad news &lt;br /&gt;More hearts being broken or people being used &lt;br /&gt;Put on my coat in the pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;I saw a movie it just wasn't the same &lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was happy and I was sad and &lt;br /&gt;It made me miss you oh so bad cause &lt;br /&gt;Dreams last so long, even after you're gone &lt;br /&gt;I know, that you love me and soon you will see &lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me and I was meant for you &lt;br /&gt;I go about my business, I'm doing fine &lt;br /&gt;Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line &lt;br /&gt;Same old story, not much to say &lt;br /&gt;Hearts are broken every day &lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth and put the cap back on &lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it when I leave the light on &lt;br /&gt;I pick up a book and turn the sheets down and then &lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and a good look around &lt;br /&gt;Put on my pj's and hop into bed &lt;br /&gt;I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead &lt;br /&gt;I, I try and tell myself it'll be all right &lt;br /&gt;I just shouldn't think anymore tonight 'cause &lt;br /&gt;Dreams last so long, even after you're gone &lt;br /&gt;I know, that you love me and soon you will see &lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me and I was meant for you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you were meant for me and I was meant for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112550070783003664?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112550070783003664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112550070783003664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112550070783003664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112550070783003664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/jewel.html' title='JEWEL'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112539585492337840</id><published>2005-08-30T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:57:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>Ever had someone dump you just because you are not good in bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112539585492337840?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112539585492337840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112539585492337840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112539585492337840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112539585492337840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/question.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112439008920487068</id><published>2005-08-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:34:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 18.</title><content type='html'>Today I feel awful. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so used. I feel so alone. I feel so shit. I feel so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stopped crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I will be alright. I told myself that I can handle this. &lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to. I used to be stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I giving in? Where is the sun on a summer's day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wont happen again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112439008920487068?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112439008920487068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112439008920487068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112439008920487068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112439008920487068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-18.html' title='August 18.'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112040736692644538</id><published>2005-07-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:16:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miedo</title><content type='html'>It took me a while to realise that many things scare me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of fate. &lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of setting foot on unknown territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess one of the reasons I've started this blog is to sort out the little complexities of life. I turn 22 in a few days time, realising that I've not grown up much since I left high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me they want to live my life. Funny how people would think that I am constantly cheery and carefree 24/7. Truth is I do ache as much as other supposed mortals. And sometimes smiling can be a pain on my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always been lucky. Many things could have turned out worse. Lyn's never been beautiful. Behind that self-inflicted ideal facade, she's been dumped, trashed and disposed more than you'll ever know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought she could get any guy she wants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty much wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am posting on this site rather than the more popular one. &lt;br /&gt;I kinda need to vent and hide my vulnerability at the same time, so I hope my friends will not stumble onto this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, what the fuck am I waffling about??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For strangers out there, I hope you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the fun-loving Lyn you thought you knew will always be wretched. &lt;br /&gt;Full Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112040736692644538?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112040736692644538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112040736692644538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112040736692644538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112040736692644538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/07/miedo.html' title='Miedo'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-112014440880692363</id><published>2005-06-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:13:28.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalled.</title><content type='html'>My heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;My blood froze.&lt;br /&gt;My mind stalled.&lt;br /&gt;My heart dropped.&lt;br /&gt;My blood leaked. &lt;br /&gt;My mind swayed.&lt;br /&gt;My heart bruised.&lt;br /&gt;My blood reeled.&lt;br /&gt;My mind purged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart BROKE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coudn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not CRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-112014440880692363?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112014440880692363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=112014440880692363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112014440880692363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/112014440880692363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/stalled.html' title='Stalled.'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-111947036669490084</id><published>2005-06-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:18:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>Clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! how they shift away&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;and hide them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How they march together&lt;br /&gt;Dim the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Drifting light as feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How they invade the sky&lt;br /&gt;Shield the earth&lt;br /&gt;As they begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How their tears befall&lt;br /&gt;Little and giant drops&lt;br /&gt;Splattering earth's call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And how their sadness dry&lt;br /&gt;Away they drift&lt;br /&gt;To the far distance, they wave goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-111947036669490084?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111947036669490084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=111947036669490084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/111947036669490084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/111947036669490084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-111818071374815377</id><published>2005-06-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:10:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not Smiling?</title><content type='html'>The tears have long gone and yet I am not smiling&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is there an empty heart in me that is ailing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say that pain and sorrow come and go&lt;br /&gt;But my heart lingers so endlessly not long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the path I was born to take?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the smile that I long to fake?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If crying is a game, I am not but one&lt;br /&gt;I face it with courage, but broke to none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient wounds live selfishly in my present scars&lt;br /&gt;They devour my desire to trust my dreams to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a moon has long gone, the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;Begins another day with hopeful surprises&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then why am I not smiling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-111818071374815377?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-111321500056107484</id><published>2005-04-11T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T03:23:20.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything will be alright</title><content type='html'>There is a little child wandering in the woods,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and unhappy, but afraid to stay through the night,&lt;br /&gt;With his bare feet he steps upon the evil roots&lt;br /&gt;An echo in this heart whispers to him, 'Everything will be alright.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks, and wanders, desolute in his destination&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and afriad, unsure of what is to happen,&lt;br /&gt;His hands are bleeding, they are unloved and in desolation&lt;br /&gt;His heart ached in pain, but who knows if there is a resolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, amongst the shelter, warmth and comfort&lt;br /&gt;This was a little child who acquainted with happiness&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else which his heart desires, except to be loved&lt;br /&gt;He was a happy child blessed with light heartedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a lightning struck the blissful picture&lt;br /&gt;A perfect child shattered into millions of pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a silver tear trailing down an unknown future&lt;br /&gt;Those little knees bent, desperately picking up the sharp pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now looks around him, trembling by the ghostly silence,&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness has set in, followed by his forlorn heart.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden change of fate has sent him on a drastic penance&lt;br /&gt;A teary-eyed child is trying to mend his life, which has just been torn apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressured by a sense of insecurity and monstrous depression,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the unknown darkness, the child tightly held his teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;A sudden misunderstanding has trapped him into a maze of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;He fled downheartedly, deliriously hoping to escape this territory of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of lovelessness and abandonment has caused the child to cry in silence &lt;br /&gt;While other children is tucked into bed, he drifts and wanders through the night&lt;br /&gt;He was once a perfect soul mercilessly exploited in his innocence. &lt;br /&gt;The only residue of love known to him is the voice that says ,' Everything will be alright.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-111321500056107484?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111321500056107484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=111321500056107484' title='0 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condemned in captivity&lt;br /&gt;I am from flowers reaching out for sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I am from grass, plucked and trampled upon &lt;br /&gt;I am from teddy bears sitting idly in the room&lt;br /&gt;I am from stars twinkling above the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am from a lonely horse which trots towards the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I am from rainbows, seen in awe but cannot be touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-111321338978236130?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/111321338978236130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=111321338978236130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/111321338978236130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/111321338978236130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-from.html' title='I am from...'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-110048025410010160</id><published>2004-11-14T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:57:34.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>Friday, November 12, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have lost a colour of your rainbow? &lt;br /&gt;It feels, surreal, you know. &lt;br /&gt;It feels, like, you could never wake up again. &lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;Even a week later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect life was embraced by seven colours. &lt;br /&gt;Seven colours; one for divinity.&lt;br /&gt;Five colours for the five beautiful souls whom I eternally love with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And one hopeful colour for the stranger who has yet to walk into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 6th of November, my rainbow did not seem right.&lt;br /&gt;A colour has faded away. &lt;br /&gt;Much too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I will be home for Christmas, and we will have fun together. &lt;br /&gt;I thought, maybe, he will meet my boyfriend one day.&lt;br /&gt;And i thought, when I am home for good,&lt;br /&gt;We could grow old together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the 6th of December&lt;br /&gt;He never came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he is.&lt;br /&gt;And I was, and still am, afraid to pray. &lt;br /&gt;He never woke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I told him how much I loved him. &lt;br /&gt;I wish, that someone will tell me, if I can ever see him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God ever hears my prayers, I will only ask of Him that &lt;br /&gt;He will keep my Sam under His safe wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was a punishment from vengeful destiny, &lt;br /&gt;then there are many others out there who are left unpunished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was the result of karma,&lt;br /&gt;then our fates are ruled by a blind and infantile force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either of this is true,&lt;br /&gt;I will not allow the juvenile nature of Life to destroy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with every courage, I pray that,&lt;br /&gt;after the rain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rainbow will look just as beautiful as it did before. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-110048025410010160?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/110048025410010160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=110048025410010160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/110048025410010160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/110048025410010160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/11/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-109034801735985871</id><published>2004-07-20T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T11:26:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I care. And I Love. </title><content type='html'>Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Believe that magic lingers within the scars of your sorrowful heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not sure what, but&lt;br /&gt;Something&amp;nbsp;breaks you, kisses you, and heals you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Even if love has to be painful,&lt;br /&gt;It is alright,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere or somehow, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care for you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could do more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-109034801735985871?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/109034801735985871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=109034801735985871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/109034801735985871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/109034801735985871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-care-and-i-love.html' title='I care. 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'/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-108602549415870034</id><published>2004-05-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T10:44:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not take what I love away from me. </title><content type='html'>'Time will pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will never learn to smile&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I will make it through&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-108602549415870034?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/108602549415870034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=108602549415870034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108602549415870034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108602549415870034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/05/do-not-take-what-i-love-away-from-me.html' title='Do not take what I love away from me. '/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-108587916425572983</id><published>2004-05-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:06:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse </title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; Illuvia De Noviembre- Draft &lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergio: Haimle, I can’t. I wish I could but the last thing I want is to incorporate you into a life that you do not deserve. &lt;br /&gt;Haimle: But if I love you, would you allow yourself to love me?&lt;br /&gt;Sergio: No. It will be a selfish principle.&lt;br /&gt;Haimle: What's the use of life when you don’t love?&lt;br /&gt;Sergio:  When you are in my world theres no love but pain. Even if I learn to love, it will only be small temporary phenomenon. This place is my escape.  &lt;br /&gt;Haimle: Into reality. &lt;br /&gt;Sergio: Into a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;Haimle: Sergio, I only want this to last forever. I want to wake up with you by my side. Just you. You know I would give up the rest of my life just to hear you say I love you. Or all that I ask is to die in your arms..  &lt;br /&gt;Sergio: (interrupts) There’s no way I will let you do that. &lt;br /&gt;Haimle: But I am on every edge of falling in love with you. I hate myself for that. I love and I love… &lt;br /&gt;Sergio: Haimle, you will always have a place in my heart and I will never harm you in any way. Even if it means that I have to deny every feelings I have towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Haimle: So you do love me then ? &lt;br /&gt;Sergio: Havent I explained enough? &lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-108587916425572983?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/108587916425572983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=108587916425572983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108587916425572983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108587916425572983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/05/muse.html' title='Muse '/><author><name>Yng Lyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCGRYauAkc/TUSsIU_dUtI/AAAAAAAAANU/xGcUzt9_fkg/s220/19129130_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108915.post-108560936265959813</id><published>2004-05-26T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T15:09:22.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A knock on the window. </title><content type='html'>Here's an excerpt from my half-completed script, November Rain,and this is one of my favourite bits. Ignore the technical specs. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Haimle's Monologue: (face shot as she walks away from Sergio) &lt;br /&gt;They always say it rains when the world turns its back on you.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished, just like movies, that he would run after me and call my name. &lt;br /&gt;But that didn’t happen. (Reverse shot on Sergio) &lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t look back, for it would only shatter my dreams into smaller pieces. &lt;br /&gt;I would be then left alone to piece them back together in desolation. &lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I could leave those shattered pieces on the ground to graze those who may trample upon them. &lt;br /&gt;I chose the latter. (Medium shot on Haimle, as she closes her eyes, shot of her tears) &lt;br /&gt;(reverse angle on her back) &lt;br /&gt;*Scene Change*&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-108560936265959813?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/108560936265959813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=108560936265959813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108560936265959813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108560936265959813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/05/knock-on-window.html' title='A knock on the window. 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And it can also make you giggle to yourself when you are alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is, rather, cute. You would say. It makes you silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a silly girl. Silly in the sense where I can complain ruthlessly about the absence of luck but I can also preach about how beautiful fate can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way everything contradicts because it won't make me give up. &lt;br /&gt;And it makes you wonder, hell, can I live the life of a movie?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can. I just have to close my eyes, and walk. Just keep walking. &lt;br /&gt;Things may not turn out sweet, but it is ok. &lt;br /&gt;Thats because you are doing something extraordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on a holiday and make love to a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, you could tell someone that he/she is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Just anyone, you know. &lt;br /&gt;I think it can be rather nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep telling myself that I only live once. &lt;br /&gt;A few decades from now, I could die. And then that would be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love what I have just written, I love you.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108915-108550936096268850?l=loveynglyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/feeds/108550936096268850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7108915&amp;postID=108550936096268850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108550936096268850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108915/posts/default/108550936096268850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveynglyn.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-do-you-see-when-you-close-your.html' title='What do you see when you close your eyes? 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