<?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-24097609</id><updated>2011-07-29T15:14:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanely yours......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inanely-yours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24097609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inanely-yours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07979306520222641107</uri><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24097609.post-689406879874682572</id><published>2010-07-28T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:50:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The unassuming prelude,&lt;br /&gt;heaving sighs of boredom and monotony&lt;br /&gt;was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected intermission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Standing almost face to face with an old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A sudden surge of blood through the veins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;reassured that a special bond had existed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that happy memories still linger in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The subtle, split-second exchange of glances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;surreally went by in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;eliciting a thousand questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hopelessly waiting for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if inevitable, a conscious effort emerged from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;to break the fleeting eye contact&lt;br /&gt;and awaken the senses back into the former, uninteresting state of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the familiar drone resumed,&lt;br /&gt;That one fantastic moment that hypnotized the senses,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually cleared away and dissipated into reality --&lt;br /&gt;A reality that is nothing more than a repository of unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24097609-689406879874682572?l=inanely-yours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24097609.post-114583627239412334</id><published>2006-04-24T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:57:31.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In one's life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems there's always something missing&lt;br /&gt;there's always something wrong&lt;br /&gt;there's always something misplaced&lt;br /&gt;Life would've been a lot better&lt;br /&gt;If this were that and that were this&lt;br /&gt;But reality just wouldn't allow things&lt;br /&gt;to be exactly how we want them to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one's life&lt;br /&gt;There will surely be some things to desperately long for&lt;br /&gt;Things that that one should learn to accept, understand,&lt;br /&gt;and be patient with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that&lt;br /&gt;in my three decades of continuously living and breathing in my corner of the world&lt;br /&gt;I have already earned enough wisdom&lt;br /&gt;To teach me to face each day&lt;br /&gt;emotionally and intellectually, in their right proportions&lt;br /&gt;To help me figure out when to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, most importantly, when &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24097609-114583627239412334?l=inanely-yours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24097609.post-114246465113556453</id><published>2006-03-16T07:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:44:24.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 March 2006; 2:30 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired and sleepy after the day's work&lt;br /&gt;Weary of being bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I let this ever growing ennui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;weigh down on me&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay on my bed&lt;br /&gt;With the lights left on once again&lt;br /&gt;Sleep fails to engulf all my senses&lt;br /&gt;My disturbed mind leaves me half-awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, in quiet resignation&lt;br /&gt;I let the piercing truth escape my mind&lt;br /&gt;In total freedom, I felt it take its natural course&lt;br /&gt;And as it cut through my heart&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly break into tears.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24097609-114246465113556453?l=inanely-yours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inanely-yours.blogspot.com/feeds/114246465113556453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24097609&amp;postID=114246465113556453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24097609/posts/default/114246465113556453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24097609/posts/default/114246465113556453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inanely-yours.blogspot.com/2006/03/15-march-2006-230-am.html' title='15 March 2006; 2:30 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