<?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-1353856030994988159</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:22:10.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lustre of Shadows</title><subtitle type='html'>Its like lustre in the swarthy night .. the first drop of rain in a drought .. and without darkness , there will never be light ... its me ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-5020922413768949202</id><published>2009-10-09T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:45:57.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been a long time since ive posted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lets see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ill be talking about what happened yesterday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nothing very intresting but just kind of weird and funny? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as i went out of my house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i saw my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nautrally, we greeted each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My neighbor asked me if i was going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i said 'yeah'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and told her that im out to buy some stamps as there arnt any at home and i need to use them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, she told told me to hang on a moment as she hurridly went back inside her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soon, she appeared again and handed me a few stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she said that there are stamps in their house so they gave me some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i took the stamps and thanked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, i too asked her if she was going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she said yes, she was out to buy some groceries and such and showed me the shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i looked at it and asked her if she needed my help since i was prepared to go out anyways and as thanks for the stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she politely refused and said that its not such a big deal about the stamps and shes glad she could help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then i insisted and said that since she is pregnant too, it wouldnt be good that she keeps moving around and that shopping list is quite ridiculously long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so she might not be able to carry the stuff herself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;finally she gave in but insisted that she came along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so we went out together and we went to buy those stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;initially, she wanted to carry some of the things but i was too quick and ended up snatching everything up and carrying them before she could react ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this is long and you must be bored dear reader &gt;.&lt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sorry.. ill cut some of it out now then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not long after weve reached home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my mother came home and came to know of what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so she suggested that we invited our neighbor to eat over at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so out we went to buy somemore stuff to cook for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this time, moms driving =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my neighbor only had one car and her husband was using it so we took the bus previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;now, my mom is driving me to buy the stuff , and i went to send the letters too =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and after that, i cooked us all dinner and we ate and chatted till night had fallen o.O''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay, done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Im sorry for having shortened some of your life spans by boring you with this ridiculously long story.. I always find myself rambling on after a long time of not having spoken to a person or as it is, posted o.O''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at least i dont nag xD this is to improve on my wriiting skills or should i say typing skills? story telling skills &gt;.&lt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1353856030994988159-5020922413768949202?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5020922413768949202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=5020922413768949202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5020922413768949202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5020922413768949202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-4273780231005570585</id><published>2009-08-21T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:42:02.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Close Call...</title><content type='html'>Well, ive finally remembered to come post by myself ^^&lt;br /&gt;ok, i will begin to account the incident which prompted my to come post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;at around 5pm, while i was going back home from Tampines 1 shopping centre with Kenic,&lt;br /&gt;when we were walking from another place near there,&lt;br /&gt;we were totally immersed in our conversation and did not really notice our surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;So as we were crossing the zebra crossing, a car came rushing towards us in full speed.&lt;br /&gt;luckly, i realised the horning and some how, &lt;br /&gt;managed to grab Kenic, pull him away with me and the car zoomed past us.&lt;br /&gt;we were just a hair's breath away from the car.&lt;br /&gt;after that, Kenic just stood there, dumbfounded..&lt;br /&gt;So i yanked him along until weve crossed the road safely..&lt;br /&gt;phew.. sounds like im writing an essay..&lt;br /&gt;its those scene where people usually write everyday of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;even me..&lt;br /&gt;now i can describe it even more life like then ever in my next essay,&lt;br /&gt;if its relevant..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i wonder how Regina and Trixie's oral are coming along? &gt;.&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;hope they do well..&lt;br /&gt;i think ill go make a facebook account for Kenic..&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends dont have a facebook account..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think ill stop here now..&lt;br /&gt;hope it was an engaging read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-4273780231005570585?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4273780231005570585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=4273780231005570585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/4273780231005570585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/4273780231005570585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-call.html' title='A Close Call...'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-2701848478596264021</id><published>2009-08-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:14:33.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a long while since i last posted &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont always remember to come tag and post o.o&lt;br /&gt;remembers when Regina is online..&lt;br /&gt;Regina and Trixie have not been online lately..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Kenic doesnt play facebook.. &lt;br /&gt;i should make him create one ^^&lt;br /&gt;or help him make one? o.o&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt play audition..&lt;br /&gt;just maple..&lt;br /&gt;and others...&lt;br /&gt;its lonely to play games, especially online, multiplayer games, by myself..&lt;br /&gt;like audition.. it isnt fun without Regina playing with me =[&lt;br /&gt;and maple too.. without Kenic or anyone i know playing with me...&lt;br /&gt;and all the other games..&lt;br /&gt;Selin cant play with me together with the com...&lt;br /&gt;cause the other computer have been taken over by my parents...&lt;br /&gt;and it displays very erratic behavior...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the results,&lt;br /&gt;to prevent anymore people asking me,&lt;br /&gt;i got an A2 with Distinction for my oral...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;'' please dont stare at the above stated line for too long and too hard..&lt;br /&gt;for where ever i may be, i might feel the stare or curses..&lt;br /&gt;I dont usually do too well for my mother tongue..&lt;br /&gt;it must be a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So, here ends my post for today.. this week.. or something.. &gt;.&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;cyas ^^&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot..&lt;br /&gt;i finally got around and got my prepaid card ^^&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants my number u can ask me.. &lt;br /&gt;those who have not changed ur numbers ill message u ^^&lt;br /&gt;or should i post my number here? o.o &lt;br /&gt;since this blog is not well know to everybody.. o.o&lt;br /&gt;nvms. ill decide that some other time.. ive really gtg now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-2701848478596264021?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2701848478596264021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=2701848478596264021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/2701848478596264021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/2701848478596264021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-time.html' title='Long time.'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-4329598548849610562</id><published>2009-08-14T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:26:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident x[</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,&lt;div&gt;at approximately 6:58 p.m.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something totally unforeseen happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My neighbor's child was innocently running around the house excitedly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like all 3 year olds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he tripped, slipped off the steps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and practically flew off those steps and bashed right into the coffee table in his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, flustered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his grandparents, who were looking after him at his house at that time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called his parents, who were, unfortunately, both out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So upon hearing that terrible piece of news, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his parents called me, since Im just next door of them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i, too, practically flew out of my house to accompany him to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i couldnt possible allow the elderly to do so and wait for his parents to arrive at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, in the end, he was not in great danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ended up with a few stitches (not going to say how many),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and loads of kisses and hugs from his worried parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for smth that happened now, and is still going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally saw YiLing online on msn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and am in the process of chatting with her. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She helped me change my display name at msn... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lloyd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-4329598548849610562?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4329598548849610562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=4329598548849610562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/4329598548849610562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/4329598548849610562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/accident-x.html' title='Accident x['/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-6139280726373431194</id><published>2009-08-13T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:36:32.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Umm..&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to update actually...&lt;br /&gt;Just that I finally saw Regina online today ^^&lt;br /&gt;But she isn't replying me in msn =[&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I offended her in anyway? &gt;.&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apple is very nice! xD&lt;br /&gt;Apple as in the computer apple.. &lt;br /&gt;not a person or the fruit, &lt;br /&gt;even though the fruit is really nice too ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Finally she replied me xD&lt;br /&gt;and found out that I didn't offend her or anything ^^&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs of relieve*&lt;br /&gt;So bored.. o.O''&lt;br /&gt;Other than tons of homework.. &lt;br /&gt;I want my Prepaid card! D=&lt;br /&gt;I guess ill have to wait till the weekends to try to persuade my parents to lend me their ICs ^^&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of a teen &gt;&lt;'' &lt;br /&gt;but adults have a lot of problems and troubles too! &lt;br /&gt;Correction: the troubles of life... &lt;br /&gt;xD don't misunderstand, I'm not emo or anything xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,&lt;br /&gt;Signings,&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-6139280726373431194?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6139280726373431194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=6139280726373431194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/6139280726373431194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/6139280726373431194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-368232879762270246</id><published>2009-08-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:53:35.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining</title><content type='html'>Umm.. &lt;br /&gt;So this is not my first post.. o.O''&lt;br /&gt;Realised that i have created a blog in the past..&lt;br /&gt;Meh.. It is a measly 3 post only x]&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna go add some music next time..&lt;br /&gt;But for now, it will be just this &gt;.&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;My Links part is just pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;Think im gonna go drag my cousin here to create a blog x]&lt;br /&gt;NOTICE!&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to tag and leave links,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely offer you my gratitude for your help.&lt;br /&gt;END OF NOTICE.&lt;br /&gt;xD Oh, and please add me in facebook too, its best if you play pet society.&lt;br /&gt;Im a very bored person &gt;&lt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. bye for now ^^&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-368232879762270246?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/368232879762270246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=368232879762270246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/368232879762270246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/368232879762270246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-3261022031772729938</id><published>2007-04-13T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:06:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whackolistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so maybe i'm paranoid .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ramble incoherent mumblings several time through the course of a day . &lt;em&gt;Normally&lt;/em&gt;, I wouldn't be bothered with such things . &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; until recently I didn't stop to think anyone was actually paying attention . So - I'm spitting &amp;amp; stuttering and suddenly a dream I'm relaying to a co-worker is overheard . 'Basically' it was like this: &lt;em&gt;one time i had this dream that they had a kindergarden class full of turkeys and they all traced thier claws on construction paper and made pictures of people&lt;/em&gt; . Now, in my own mind, that registers as normal . My dream after all . God forbid a rational person have such peculiar subconcious snippets lurking about in their heads . *sigh* In short ...... I'm no longer sitting anywhere that would allow interaction. Funny how one person abuses 13 out of the 15 policies in a business place ....... but mention &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; teeny-tiny dream, and you're a whacko .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-3261022031772729938?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3261022031772729938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=3261022031772729938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/3261022031772729938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/3261022031772729938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2007/04/whackolistic.html' title='Whackolistic'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-5825123011908087244</id><published>2007-04-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:24:20.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Unveiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;How to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is so much to say, and so little time to say it. We humans are mortal, and thus don't have time to properly develop rational thoughts. Everything is Rush, and Rush is our life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For a musician, All art's regurgitating that which we have seen written on paper. There are precious few who can Write the paper with style and elegance. For an artist/sculptor, The plane is limitless, as sight so so much more powerful than sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are so few gifted artists in the world. For a writer, the plane is the linking thoughts of previous writers to other writers, so that very little is personal thought, and so much is analysis or argument by someone else. Those not gifted in arts have nothing. I pity each and every one of us, those who are confined by laws set by the creator, set before the ancestors of the previous thousand generations were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do we escape this infinite circular trap for the unfortunate Geniuses of a little of everything and all of nothing? Skills divided make a difficult life, and there may not be accomodation for all of us, the mildly skilled, anymore. Then what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---End Entry---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-5825123011908087244?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5825123011908087244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=5825123011908087244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5825123011908087244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5825123011908087244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2007/04/reality-unveiled.html' title='Reality Unveiled'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1353856030994988159.post-5733930139300707911</id><published>2007-04-10T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:15:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocy Refined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I'm going to summarize this the best way I know how:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? Just look! Go to a high school 50 years ago, and yell, "Sex!" and you'll be escorted off of the premises. Do that today, and the "educators" will laugh, and the kids will generally ask, "Where?" or "How much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of educators. Nobody is educating anybody. The Japanese are completely man-handling us in practically everything. The only thing we do more efficiently is pollute the environment. Big surprise there, huh? I swear I saw someone drive her (yes, it was a broad) car ACROSS THE STREET, and get out with a stupid grin on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. Nobody is learning anything. Does anyone know what BCIS is? It's a class in high school you take so you can learn about Microsoft Office. Not office suites. No. Microsoft Office. So I suppose that when Microsoft finally goes out of business, America will crash like well... Windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there's P.E. I'm glad somebody finally came up with a proper word to describe the act of sitting in a gym despite the fact that there aren't any sporting events happening. It's like lunch, but with no food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch. What a way to remind me of just how similar people are to cockroaches. They sit there, eating disgusting table-scrap-quality food, with no agenda other than mooching, causing a disturbance, and reproducing. That's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am highly disappointed with people in my "age group." Why do people decide that age is the best way to sort people out? We've tried discriminating by race. We've tried discriminating by social class. So now we've exhausted all options besides a stupid abstract number that depicts nothing other than a count of the years you've managed not to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am fourteen years old. I am ashamed of that. Highly ashamed. Virtually everyone of this age is as enlightened as a slave on a plantation. Difference is that kids aren't enslaved by higher educated people, but rather their own stupidity. There is a disturbing gap between everyone's ears these days, and it starts at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometime in the 1960s, everyone decided to toss all morality and common sense out the window. Sex? It's okay. Drugs? Sounds like a good time. And sadly, most people who would read this nowadays would fail to see my point in stating such things. That's because it's so common! It's nothing now. It doesn't mean anything to have sex, shoot up, or get drunk. It's elementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wish by saying "elementary," I was only speaking figuratively. Guess what. I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have news for you, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're having sex, and you aren't married, you're a whore. No exceptions. You're a dirty, disgusting slut who has taken something beautiful and made it into your own toy. You should get a clue, and be ashamed. And don't laugh, kid. Guys can be whores too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You're old fashioned. Everyone's doing it. There's nothing wrong with it." Okay, have fun getting taken advantage of by the guy who loves you. You know, just like the one before that who said he'd never leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And of course the one before him. I'm sure he's whispering those same words into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some other poor girl's ear right now, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you do anything to get high, you're a moron. Plain and simple. I've never been there. Does that mean I don't know what I'm talking about? Let me put it this way: You see someone get run over by a train. Do you walk onto the tracks and wait? I, for one, choose to stand back and at least try to keep people from doing such stupid things. It's idiotic. I'll say it again. If you're involved in this, you're an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Chill out, man. I don't care." Someday, when you get over yourself and realize that this world isn't going to cater to your every whim, you're going to want to get a life. Get a job. But it's going to be too late, because you decided to do what feels good now and screw your mind and body up to the point of making you retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think I'm kidding? I've seen it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abortion. Make it illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But what about the women who get raped?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop whining. If you're going to dress like a whore, you're going to get treated like one. If you don't want to get raped, put on some decent clothing, and just don't be a moron walking around alone at night. If you don't advertise your body like a prostitute, you won't look like a prostitute. The problem is that you mindlessly wear the most revealing things, making your body look like the fourth of July. Don't you get it? Guys have little (most) to no (rapists) restraint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(There are decent girls who suffer things like these. And sometimes kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are born retarded, too. Stuff happens. Get over it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Showing just a little is like a drop of blood in shark-infested waters. You've been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wake up every day and punch a hole in my wall because of how mad all you morons make me. This world is being overtaken by the cancer of stupidity. If bad things are happening to you, it's because you did something stupid somewhere, most likely. If not, then maybe it's just tough luck. It makes you stronger. Grin and bear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive my lack of good writing style tonight. I'm trying not to break my keyboard in anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1353856030994988159-5733930139300707911?l=lustrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5733930139300707911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1353856030994988159&amp;postID=5733930139300707911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5733930139300707911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1353856030994988159/posts/default/5733930139300707911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lustrex.blogspot.com/2007/04/idiocy-refined.html' title='Idiocy Refined'/><author><name>Lloyd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12765000032113290183</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
