<?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-670396266672544975</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:08:54.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop, enough of the limitless critical comments on my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jona-tat.2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670396266672544975.post-802007601354667961</id><published>2008-05-11T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:16:00.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>everything has come to a head, and i must admit, things were rough. but the war is over now. i think change is needed, the events that have happened has rocked me to the core. and i never felt such emotions before, and true enough, i was blamed. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, this time i don't agree that there's any fault on my part. none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such emotional scaring. i think it's time i cut loose all the strings weighing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog has been shifted on a permanent basis. for Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any dudes or dudettes that wants the new link pls text me or drop me a msg on MSN yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of memories at musarawa.blogspot.com, all comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hours devour me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life's wasted waiting here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothing left of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost in a void &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothing left to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end is now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The war is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all that's left has blown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are haunted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By what you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender (I surrender)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The anger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The bitter lessons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will keep for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To save you from your own hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end is now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain is falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all that's left has blown away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are haunted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By what you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender (I surrender)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war is over (It's over now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can see it, I can see what you've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can feel it, as everything goes numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain is falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all that's left has blown away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes are haunted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By what you wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender (I surrender)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The war is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/670396266672544975-802007601354667961?l=musarawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/feeds/802007601354667961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=670396266672544975&amp;postID=802007601354667961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/802007601354667961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/802007601354667961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning.'/><author><name>jona-tat.2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670396266672544975.post-3529852945610663399</id><published>2007-12-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:10:14.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking..but not finding.</title><content type='html'>here i am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm changing inside, hence, i need to change the outside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back for awhile? or here to stay. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's cool. ice-cold, devoid of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"surrounded, but always alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me against the world. to seek understanding, and solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the war begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am but a farce, a satire of stability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insecurity is an uphill struggle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's me versus the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shore still starves, For another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novel of my shipwrecked being &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tied up, dried alive, still breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sands of time from me are running out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hands shake in apprehension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of every action &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm guilty of playing the victim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the embrace of arms that made you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll surely destroy you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time for your panic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it kills and makes you manic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making its way inside - relax, it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panic grips your frantic breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't breathe, I can't breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trivium - Suffocating Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/670396266672544975-3529852945610663399?l=musarawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/feeds/3529852945610663399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=670396266672544975&amp;postID=3529852945610663399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/3529852945610663399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/3529852945610663399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-i-am-again.html' title='Seeking..but not finding.'/><author><name>jona-tat.2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670396266672544975.post-1390416054607984382</id><published>2007-10-23T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:00:36.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back on the old stomping ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the feeling last.&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/670396266672544975-1390416054607984382?l=musarawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/feeds/1390416054607984382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=670396266672544975&amp;postID=1390416054607984382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/1390416054607984382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/1390416054607984382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-on-old-stomping-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>jona-tat.2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670396266672544975.post-6999850276726699233</id><published>2007-10-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:25:34.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathing under the surface.</title><content type='html'>not too sure if anyone can rem, but recently i commented on jia jia's state of limbo? well, you've got a similar case over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musarawa: of African origins, meaning "The Chosen One".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have that feeling of being unique, one of a kind anymore. i used to revel in that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i don't wanna say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost for words. how rare for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is just a notice that, i need a little gap, breathing space. and i'm hoping this wkend will rejuvenate, and refresh my desire in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then, like what Corey Taylor always says at the end of a live Slipknot performance of Surfacing, "Stay sick, takecare of yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you know it, i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I push my fingers into my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the only thing, that slowly stops the ache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if the pain goes on, i'm not gonna make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slipknot - Duality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all time fav songs. Kick Ass. \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/670396266672544975-6999850276726699233?l=musarawa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/feeds/6999850276726699233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=670396266672544975&amp;postID=6999850276726699233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/6999850276726699233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670396266672544975/posts/default/6999850276726699233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musarawa.blogspot.com/2007/10/breathing-under-surface.html' title='breathing under the surface.'/><author><name>jona-tat.2</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
