<?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-6089151211067898557</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:07:46.738+08:00</updated><category term='first entry'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='don&apos;t know what to say really.'/><category term='i dunno if this sounds fun?'/><category term='i got it from a website'/><title type='text'>What Ever Happened to Chuckie?</title><subtitle type='html'>How many young men, in all previous times of unprecedented steadiness, had turned suddenly wild and wicked for the same reason, and, in an ecstasy of unrequited love, taken to wrench off door-knockers, and invert the boxes of rheumatic watchmen! 
-- Charles Dickens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1623015454418780558</id><published>2011-04-08T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:05:25.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>time to talk again</title><summary type='text'>we always remain silent in the midst of emptiness. trying to figure out why our lives are entangled in between fantasy and reality. i can always say that between fantasy and reality, lies a world of my own. yes its time to talk again to my inner world. a world away from the depths of human tolerance and divine intervention. i sound like ironic at most times but whether its me that sane or people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1623015454418780558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1623015454418780558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-to-talk-again.html' title='time to talk again'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-5082694098307672433</id><published>2009-01-14T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:48:26.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><summary type='text'>In the context of life, in my own opinion, we should try to please everybody.As a matter of fact, we shouldn't conform to the norm.why?I just want to state that even though we co-exist with other mammals (hahaha), we don't need to be friends with them, nor have a close-knit relationship to their satisfaction.I don't know why people are so bothered with positions and for you being strict and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/5082694098307672433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=5082694098307672433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5082694098307672433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5082694098307672433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2009/01/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-172839849014783988</id><published>2008-09-12T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:11:44.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next level blogging</title><summary type='text'>im about to embark on a new journey... i hope it will be fruitful.... watch out for the Internet Small Talks with Jaimee and Chuckie!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/172839849014783988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/172839849014783988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-level-blogging.html' title='the next level blogging'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-2540834291301495213</id><published>2008-09-07T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:20:15.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave 55 Memories</title><summary type='text'>miss my wave mates. hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2540834291301495213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2540834291301495213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/09/wave-55-memories.html' title='Wave 55 Memories'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM6TZikvXI/AAAAAAAAABM/dlnmdGAzN7c/s72-c/DSCN0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-5618442526395343835</id><published>2008-09-07T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:13:50.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone</title><summary type='text'>I get bored today and figured out if what im going to do today. I did't go to work and slept the whole night. Maybe my body has been wanting for more sleep and rest. Well, life can be stressful sometimes and we don't know what are the factors that contribute to stress. Well, for some reason i'm not being stressed by fishing customers, flirty customers and demanding customers of microsoft. Maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5618442526395343835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5618442526395343835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone.html' title='Everyone'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3457221039001469872</id><published>2008-09-05T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:53:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Break</title><summary type='text'>Antagal ko na hindi pa nakakapag blog...hehehe... super tagal... hope i can update this regularly na/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3457221039001469872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3457221039001469872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-break.html' title='The Long Break'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1894830014769638900</id><published>2008-06-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:09:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boni High Street and Serendra Revisited.</title><summary type='text'>I just cam back from Fort Bonifacio and I felt relieved because i drove the wagon by myself and i travelled without a scratch.. hahaha. I even parked smartly. and I was also happy to revisit the place, feels like im not in the Philippines. Its kinda hard to upload those pics now. i have a very very slow connection. Well, let me just finnish my essay for my UPOU masters application! Im asking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/1894830014769638900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=1894830014769638900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1894830014769638900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1894830014769638900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/06/boni-high-street-and-serendra-revisited.html' title='Boni High Street and Serendra Revisited.'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3245177309272895505</id><published>2008-06-28T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:59:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photos! </title><summary type='text'>my photos were messed up...im so lazy to fix them.. well, enjoy viewing! heheheh&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/3245177309272895505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=3245177309272895505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3245177309272895505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3245177309272895505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-photos.html' title='My Photos! '/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1456242696049407431</id><published>2008-06-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:58:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation!</title><summary type='text'>It has been a blast since i came home from jeddah. all the things i've missed and the people: my family,friends (but not all i've met yet), and everyone. I am once again embarking on a journey... and i hope this time it will be fruitful!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/1456242696049407431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=1456242696049407431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1456242696049407431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1456242696049407431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation!'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-2286174726517985173</id><published>2008-05-28T08:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:41:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rendezvous!</title><summary type='text'>Oh well, it has been 2 weeks since i've been here in my dear province...Conflicts started when i arrived, not that its negative or something, its quite contradictory to my life plan....Oh well, i've been thinking a lot and i hope i will arrive on a sound judgment...Ciao!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2286174726517985173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2286174726517985173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/05/rendezvous.html' title='The Rendezvous!'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1638207612555521084</id><published>2008-05-18T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:44:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting the Crap</title><summary type='text'>I might be surprised with things going inside my brain!Im battling between going to a temporary place for work or a permanent place to become an immigrant. Nevertheless, my family have good advices and have given their rightful opinions on the pros and cons. I've come to think that risking my hard earned money for something unknown or by chance is such a waste to time, effort and energy.Its a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1638207612555521084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1638207612555521084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/05/cutting-crap.html' title='Cutting the Crap'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3445521130852072837</id><published>2008-05-15T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:27:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im already home and bored.</title><summary type='text'>I can't express what i feel in writing when i finally touched down on the runways of NAIA. but then suddenly my longing for coming to home didn't last for a long time. I expected it to be a warm feeling but hey, it seems that I lost track of the things i missed and people i haven't seen for a while.My only getaway from boredom was Trinoma, yes, a mall, and i was astonished for a while for come to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3445521130852072837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3445521130852072837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-already-home-and-bored.html' title='Im already home and bored.'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-8322042557210230656</id><published>2008-05-07T06:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:18:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>When people ask me how is it bidding goodbyes. I have only to sigh.It has been never easy for me to say farewell to things, moments and especially people who have player vital roles in my rugged and tough journey.honestly, in this issue, if it is such a big one, i am a cry baby. Tears are just automatically shed whenever the feeling of sadness engulfs my emotions. In the latter, i just sit down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8322042557210230656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8322042557210230656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-2831802447142514980</id><published>2008-04-28T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:34:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Next hop...</title><summary type='text'>Where will be my next hop?Hob nobbing with the guys of hip hoporjamming with the girls who love to snob?Out there is an ocean full of surprises...Fishes, sharks, of different species.I don't know what i will do next....I'll just go with the ebb and flow of life...9 days to go guys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2831802447142514980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/2831802447142514980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/next-hop.html' title='the Next hop...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-6131208915516273386</id><published>2008-04-25T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:45:24.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreamer</title><summary type='text'>I always daydream about the future.We always do.Lonely years have passed. 25 years of confusion, failure, rejection and fears. Technically, i've never felt special other than my family. I chased love like it was something i can grab with all my might. Bitter is the adjective that i should connect with my name. Bitter Me.I always found myself having moments of inner sorrow, silent cries and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/6131208915516273386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/6131208915516273386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreamer.html' title='A Dreamer'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1886530353945409624</id><published>2008-04-25T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:44:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impotence</title><summary type='text'>Something derailed me completely....anxious...have nothing to say....have nothing to explain...i wanted to ask...i wanted to know...i hardly can comprehend...how far will it take my senses....far.farther.lost.release me from this fear....untie me from this feeling...am i?what am i?have i been?will it be?could it be?impotence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1886530353945409624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1886530353945409624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/impotence.html' title='Impotence'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-7659453969004870369</id><published>2008-04-25T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:41:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deafness</title><summary type='text'>DEAF....one can just see....one can just feel... one can just grasp...for life... for hope... for might....let me see your laughter, let me feel your heartbeat...can i hold your hand...let me feel you are special...does my actions show it?am i making you happy, loved and adored?is this just another nightmare?no...i won't allow the devil's game get into me....NOISE...i can only feel it vibrate...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/7659453969004870369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/7659453969004870369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/deafness.html' title='Deafness'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1835845822257276271</id><published>2008-04-25T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:40:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill</title><summary type='text'>Kill me with your love.remind me...time is passing by.love me...would you please hang on.kill me...i'd more be pleased.do more that what you can do to me...i'd gladly break the root of adoration.skip, hop, bother, never mind.i would not care if you would do anything.anything is possible right now...possibly take me to forever....remind me...love me...kill me...with the sorrowyou left.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1835845822257276271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1835845822257276271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/kill.html' title='Kill'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1857385527288197238</id><published>2008-04-25T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:39:27.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smog</title><summary type='text'>Smog...i saw your face thru the mist,delighted was i? beloved was you?i dont know? it pertains to a Shakesperean tragedy.life growls, bitter, grief.the mighty desperate man wants to fade.electrocuted by tomorrow, hanged by today,it kills your senses slowly.contaminated by pleasures, addiction lead to a tempest,the sea doesnt know where the currents went, tormented by the soulful pains.sailing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1857385527288197238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1857385527288197238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/smog.html' title='Smog'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-7978693117173002632</id><published>2008-04-25T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:36:56.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encapsulated</title><summary type='text'>i've written your name in my mindi've allowed to let you peek in my alcovenothing seems to dwellonly frustrations were taken into account. take my hand, but you refusedi kiss the air for you have forsaken my lips to touch yoursi wanted to embrace happiness, but it always slips awayjust tell me to fadenothing more can fixate meonly your face that illuminates my nightmaresyou are a slumber session </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/7978693117173002632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/7978693117173002632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/encapsulated.html' title='Encapsulated'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-4665685918637950150</id><published>2008-04-25T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:34:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There?</title><summary type='text'>Luck always comes in the most unexpected state...i guess it justifies the word itself nor the thought that it comes unexpectedly?we tend to see it as an avenue for great opportunities.Luck defines pure coincidence too, or it just arrives instantaneously?i'm just happy, but also sad that luck has arrived already!i guess i just have to be ready with the consequences and challenges it entails.after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/4665685918637950150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/4665685918637950150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-there.html' title='Getting There?'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-8046871794896132506</id><published>2008-04-25T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:34:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday?</title><summary type='text'>free this weekend?no, i said...free this friday?i guess no...why did i refuse?i dunno....im not just up for it....i feel nothing, nothing can make me stand from where i sit.saturday?its just another day....an ordinary day...nothing special....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8046871794896132506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8046871794896132506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday?'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-8085062913161500957</id><published>2008-04-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:33:05.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys!</title><summary type='text'>I shall be publishing my old poems and posts here from my old and antiquated blog... hehehe enjoy reading!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8085062913161500957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8085062913161500957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/guys.html' title='Guys!'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3168235347888766504</id><published>2008-04-25T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:29:50.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dunno if this sounds fun?'/><title type='text'>farewell</title><summary type='text'>Farewell to the sands that allow me to be free,Now i shall set my sails far from thee...Let me be grateful for the lust and money i recevied,For it shall grace my days for they are mine to be achieved.I call upon the storm of love concealed within your abode,Never did I felt so burdened and carried a heavy load.I shall now return to the dusty streets of my mother land,They shall blow the horns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3168235347888766504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3168235347888766504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-5311847145624656416</id><published>2008-04-24T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:59:31.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrance</title><summary type='text'>You were in peace when I came restless,I found you polished while I was tarnished.I never thought of having to twist your fate,Nor, giving me your sublime faith.You never did something, but I felt something.From nothing, my life became fascinating.But, what can I say, do I have the right to turn things around?Or i'll just make an entrance out of your life....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/5311847145624656416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=5311847145624656416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5311847145624656416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5311847145624656416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/entrance.html' title='Entrance'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-5488730421918980415</id><published>2008-04-24T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:18:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i woke up, i felt like this....</title><summary type='text'>I feel bewildered, i feel distraught.i feel insane, i feel empty.What have I done to myself, what must i do?Since nowhere to be found, the passion in you....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/5488730421918980415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=5488730421918980415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5488730421918980415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/5488730421918980415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-woke-up-i-felt-like-this.html' title='When i woke up, i felt like this....'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3622340013623475258</id><published>2008-04-23T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:22:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Equation....go figure....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/3622340013623475258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=3622340013623475258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3622340013623475258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3622340013623475258'/><link 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thousand and one actions we all wish we could describe. Love Quotes by Kenneth B. Emery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/8205790286834963479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=8205790286834963479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8205790286834963479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8205790286834963479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-quote.html' title='Just a quote...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SA6s2TZmQQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M8HHpnxGRa4/s72-c/unrequitedlove-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3060382570030732205</id><published>2008-04-23T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:14:40.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Find my Happiness in Loving You</title><summary type='text'>I find my happiness in loving you.Though my love is not returned, I don't mind waiting.The woods are a cathedral where I prayFor the beauty and grace that lie within my heart.You hold me and we kiss, and yet not yetIs there the unity that love must crave.You want me, but not as I want you:This truth is like a wreckage on my sea.There's no one else I hunger for, nor touchThat makes me feel I must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/3060382570030732205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=3060382570030732205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3060382570030732205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3060382570030732205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-find-my-happiness-in-loving-you.html' title='I Find my Happiness in Loving You'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-8634526741740847195</id><published>2008-04-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:57:36.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Love... (very nice poem.. i got from a website)</title><summary type='text'>still, i don't have my poems with me... so im searching for the good stuff for now...Unrequited LoveI am, in your absence, incomplete...Each day too empty, each night too long,Following shadows down an empty streetThinking, each corner I turn will be the oneWhere you’ll be waiting for me. Alone in a crowd, I seem to see you just ahead,But as I push my way to go where you seem to go,I do not find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/8634526741740847195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=8634526741740847195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8634526741740847195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/8634526741740847195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/unrequited-love-very-nice-poem-i-got.html' title='Unrequited Love... (very nice poem.. i got from a website)'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1217533189705104509</id><published>2008-04-23T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:44:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems. poems. poems...</title><summary type='text'>Can't get enough...so ill be posting them tomorrow night...Maybe ill be posting more....But for now...Let me rant...Just when i thought i found someone...They just go and disappear... they fade away and never to come back...Such a tragedy....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/1217533189705104509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=1217533189705104509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1217533189705104509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1217533189705104509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems-poems-poems.html' title='Poems. poems. poems...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-1698121835465907167</id><published>2008-04-23T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:32:00.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i got it from a website'/><title type='text'>Losing Love...</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, a long time ago, I fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness. There was much rejoicing. And then, SHUT! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected. The taste still fresh in my mouth. The smell still on my skin. The feeling left in my fingertips. But I can't get that feeling back. I may spend my entire life trying to get back into that Polariod.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/1698121835465907167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=1698121835465907167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1698121835465907167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/1698121835465907167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/losing-love.html' title='Losing Love...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-937248510730751535</id><published>2008-04-23T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:26:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Love Quotes...</title><summary type='text'>The top ten sad love quotes i got from www.about.com1. Kahlil GibranEver has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.2. William Butler YeatsHearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...3. AnonymousThe saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.4. Tennessee WilliamsThere is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/937248510730751535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=937248510730751535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/937248510730751535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/937248510730751535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-love-quotes.html' title='Sad Love Quotes...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-3523751330862422850</id><published>2008-04-19T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T10:23:14.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t know what to say really.'/><title type='text'>Chaos</title><summary type='text'>There are certain things in life that we must face, CHANGE.Change in our lives may be so drastic, slow or enigmatic.Change in our lives may mean devastation, victory or nothing.Change can be a great deal in one person's life.I may have found a person to love, but changes have been made and i cannot undo what has been done.I don't really know what to say now, all i know is that, i might have found</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/3523751330862422850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=3523751330862422850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3523751330862422850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/3523751330862422850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089151211067898557.post-521990816690444585</id><published>2008-04-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:11:42.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first entry'/><title type='text'>The Search for Happiness...</title><summary type='text'>Why would someone christen their blog " the search for happiness".Clearly a lot of people may or may not define the word, happiness.I cannot yet clearly define what happiness is to me, but i am on a mission. I've got to seek for it and what does happiness mean for myself.In this quest, i'd like people across the globe to be a part of my journey and how shall i discover that wonder. It maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/feeds/521990816690444585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6089151211067898557&amp;postID=521990816690444585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/521990816690444585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6089151211067898557/posts/default/521990816690444585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzarlzph.blogspot.com/2008/04/search-for-happiness.html' title='The Search for Happiness...'/><author><name>Chuckie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026648730765521145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7UGu-xhLbl4/SMM8ZsnRUtI/AAAAAAAAABg/ii89Tr3YAco/S220/DSC00283.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
