<?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-3162475</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:20.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling...</title><subtitle type='html'>struggling to get on with life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162475.post-109891277076955783</id><published>2004-10-28T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T05:36:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ verwirrung: missing someone ] There are times really that somethings would really cross your mind about somebody. No matter how much you make yourself too damn busy just to forget her, there would really come a time that you'd stop and think of her. Like staring at the sky and seeing her face, its like the moon reminds you of her. Its kinda pathetic of trying to forget someone when you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/109891277076955783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=109891277076955783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/109891277076955783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/109891277076955783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/10/verwirrung-missing-someone-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-109891114760498099</id><published>2004-10-28T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T05:08:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ I Miss You ]Boyz II MenThought I heard your voice yesterdayWhen I turned around to sayThat I loved you babyI realize, it was juss my mindPlayed tricks on meAnd it seems colder lately at nightAnd I try to sleep with the lights onEvery time the phone ringsI pray to God it's youAnd I just can't believeThat we're throughI miss youThere's no other way to say itAnd I can't deny itI miss youIt's so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/109891114760498099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=109891114760498099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/109891114760498099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/109891114760498099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-miss-you-boyz-ii-men-thought-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-108555462510762969</id><published>2004-05-26T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T14:59:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Breaking the Habit ]Linkin ParkMemories consumeLike opening the woundI'm picking me apart againYou all assumeI'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start againClutching my cureI tightly lock the doorI try to catch my breath againI hurt much moreThan anytime beforeI had no options left againI don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamI don't know why I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/108555462510762969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=108555462510762969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108555462510762969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108555462510762969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/05/breaking-habit-linkin-park-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-108391901154589099</id><published>2004-05-07T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:40:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ its been a while... ]its good to be back... i dont know what my reason was for not posting nothing for a long time...I really dont know, but maybe I'll just try to get back on track. I guess I have to continue postin' somethin' here, so I could get on track with everything that is happening to me, alot of things happened to me, things that changed me or anything but one thing is certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/108391901154589099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=108391901154589099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108391901154589099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108391901154589099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-108391897493140736</id><published>2004-05-07T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:39:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Too Beautiful For Words Lyrics ]Christina AguileraWhen I try to describe how I feel when you hold meI get butterflies I HEAR lullabies, it's hard to explainLike the sCent of a rose or the sound of the rainIt's too precious and too wonderful to give it a nameToo beautiful for wordsA symphony inside meToo beautiful for words I can not take them lightlyCan you hear my silent heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/108391897493140736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=108391897493140736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108391897493140736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108391897493140736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/05/too-beautiful-for-words-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-108200313009689234</id><published>2004-04-15T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:28:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/108200313009689234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=108200313009689234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108200313009689234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/108200313009689234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106809867045268842</id><published>2003-11-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T16:36:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Turn Table ]I've been really wanting to have a turn table like make my own music and sh*t! huh?! but right now I dont have a single idea how I could get one but sure is it would be way too cool to have one. Dj spin that sh*t! let the mosh pit bounce!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809867045268842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809867045268842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/11/turn-table-ive-been-really-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162475.post-106809595570424362</id><published>2003-11-06T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T13:20:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ high voltage freestyle ]dizzy"I spread diseasewith every words I burstmy rhymes are cursedlike how sick their verse's"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106809595570424362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106809595570424362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809595570424362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809595570424362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/11/high-voltage-freestyle-dizzy-i-spread.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106809556163352353</id><published>2003-11-06T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T13:12:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Behind Blue Eyes ]LimpBizkitNo one knows what it's likeTo be the bad manTo be the sad manBehind blue eyesAnd no one knowsWhat it's like to be hatedTo be fated to telling only liesBut my dreams they aren't as emptyAs my conscious seems to beI have hours, only lonelyMy love is vengeanceThat's never freeNo one knows what its likeTo feel these feelingsLike i do, and i blame you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106809556163352353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106809556163352353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809556163352353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106809556163352353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/11/behind-blue-eyes-limpbizkit-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106782602300769732</id><published>2003-11-03T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:20:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ From the Inside ]Linkin Park  i don't know who to trustno surpriseeveryone feels so far away from meheavy thoughts sift through dustand the liestrying not to breakbut i'm so tired of this deceitevery time i try to make myselfget back up on my feetall i ever think about is thisall the tiring time betweenand howtrying to put my trust in youjust takes so much out of mei take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106782602300769732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106782602300769732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106782602300769732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106782602300769732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/11/from-inside-linkin-park-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106687497804686129</id><published>2003-10-23T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:09:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ So Far Away ]Staindthis is my lifeits not what it was beforeall these feelings i've sharedand these are my dreamsthat i'd never lived beforesomebody shake mecuz i i must be sleepingnow that we're here,it's so far awayall the struggle we thought was in vainall in the mistakes,one life containedthey all finally start to go awaynow that we're here its so far awayand i feel like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106687497804686129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106687497804686129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106687497804686129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106687497804686129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-far-away-staind-this-is-my-life-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106566635614977262</id><published>2003-10-09T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T22:47:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ verwirrung of mind: ??? ] how do you make someone feel how much you love her??? how do you show it??? knowing that you've done your best... will there come to a point that she will realize it??? will the time come that she will learn to love me back???or she'll  never will... how do you tell someone that you love her??? how do you tell it without sounding awkward??? what are the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106566635614977262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106566635614977262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566635614977262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566635614977262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/verwirrung-of-mind-how-do-you-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-10656657955890439</id><published>2003-10-09T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T10:16:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ verwirrung of mind: ??? ]how do you make someone feel how much you love her???how do you show it???knowing that you've done your best...will there come to a point that she will realize it???will the time come that she will learn to love me back???how do you tell someone that you love her???how do you tell it without sounding awkward???what are the right words to say???what are the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/10656657955890439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=10656657955890439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10656657955890439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10656657955890439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/verwirrung-of-mind-how-do-you-make_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106566478075185491</id><published>2003-10-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T10:01:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kate...       .. .. ..       U U U[ From The Heart ]Another LevelI know you've heard these words a hundred other times beforeAnd you've been hurt and so your heart has chose to close the doorLove broke your heart and brought you lies. Look in my eyesYou'll see a love that's deep and true. Tender and strong and all for youYou can trust this love. Honest, that's the honest truthFrom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106566478075185491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106566478075185491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566478075185491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566478075185491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/kate.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106566395182222444</id><published>2003-10-09T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:46:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Falls On Me ]FuelYou see me hanging round starting to swear about this black hole of a dark field and silently within hands touchin skin sharp breaks my disease and i can breath and all of your ways all you dream falls on me it falls on me and your beautiful sky the light you breath falls on me it falls on me i feel like a pain it draws me in againsqaushes all my worst of me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106566395182222444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106566395182222444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566395182222444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106566395182222444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/falls-on-me-fuel-you-see-me-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106516648860981374</id><published>2003-10-03T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T15:37:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ quote ]"more importantly I know that I messed up real bad, and I'd be willing to spend the rest of my life begging you to give me another chance because I'm so deeply in love with you and I know its definitely a kind of forever love... "&lt;/em&gt;-from the movie Mr Deeds-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106516648860981374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106516648860981374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106516648860981374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106516648860981374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/10/quote-more-importantly-i-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106358288696083144</id><published>2003-09-15T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T07:41:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kate....[ Questions ]BlaqueI wanna know why this feels so rightI wanna know why u hold me tightEach and every night, it keeps me up all nightThinkin about the things i likeCan't believe your in my lifeI wanna know why ur the oneThe things that they should have you've already doneGod sent u straight to meYou make me wanna sing lalalalalaBut when u look at me, do u see ur wife?Can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106358288696083144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106358288696083144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106358288696083144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106358288696083144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/09/kate.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106263876680559746</id><published>2003-09-04T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T09:26:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ There's No Easy Way ]James IngramI held her close to me'Cause I know she breaks so easilyAnd then I told herBut I knew no matter how I tried to console herShe's just do the best she couldBut there are times the best in no damn goodAnd no matter how you try to be kindThere's always still a part of you you leave behindWhen it falls apartThere's no easy way to break somebody's heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106263876680559746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106263876680559746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106263876680559746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106263876680559746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/09/theres-no-easy-way-james-ingram-i-held.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106263801794307513</id><published>2003-09-04T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T09:13:38.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Heaven ]LiveYou don't need no friendsGet back your faith againYou have the power to believeAnother dissident, take back your evidenceIt has no power to deceiveI'll believe it when I see it for MYSELFI don't need no one to tell me about heavenI look at my daughter and I believeI don't need no proof when it comes to God and truthI can see the sun set and I perceiveYou sit with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106263801794307513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106263801794307513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106263801794307513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106263801794307513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/09/heaven-live-you-dont-need-no-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106024663168970068</id><published>2003-08-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T16:57:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Verwirrung of mind: Love ]    "You’ve given me enough obvious signs for me to move on and know that everythings thru between you an me… I just don’t get it. you can’t give me enough reasons to hold myself back and stop loving you…"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106024663168970068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106024663168970068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106024663168970068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106024663168970068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/08/verwirrung-of-mind-love-youve-given-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106023936491620617</id><published>2003-08-07T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T16:52:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Starbucks Coffee ]Starbucks Coffee at Robinson's Galleria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106023936491620617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106023936491620617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106023936491620617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106023936491620617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/08/starbucks-coffee-starbucks-coffee-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-106023788830198249</id><published>2003-08-07T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:01:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ I Don't Wanna Fall In Love ]Tonya MitchellWho needs to feel that wayWho needs those words to sayWho wants to give their heart To watch love fade awayCause I made up my mindI didnt wanna knowWhy should i find a love That isnt here to stayI wasnt waiting until you came along And now i need you to tell me where my heart belongsBut i dont wanna fall in love til i fall in love with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/106023788830198249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=106023788830198249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106023788830198249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/106023788830198249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-dont-wanna-fall-in-love-tonya.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105780367530190168</id><published>2003-07-10T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:21:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Angel Eyes ]"look into these eyesyou'll see how my heart crieslook into my soulgirl, you'll know you're my alllook deep into methe angel eyes you'll see"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105780367530190168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105780367530190168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105780367530190168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105780367530190168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/07/angel-eyes-look-into-these-eyes-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105685557321319858</id><published>2003-06-29T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T11:02:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Verses ]"Everybody hang oneverybody hold I'ma spin my tongueas the base line bangs!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105685557321319858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105685557321319858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105685557321319858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105685557321319858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/06/verses-everybody-hang-on-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105643959351335786</id><published>2003-06-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T15:26:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to someone... I'm officially missing you!Oficially Missing You Tamia   All I hear is raindropsFalling on the rooftopOh baby tell me why'd you have to goCause this pain I feelIt wont go awayAnd today I'm officially missing youI thought that from this heartacheI could escapeBut I fronted long enough to knowThere ain't no wayAnd todayI'm officially missing youOh can't nobody do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105643959351335786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105643959351335786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105643959351335786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105643959351335786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/06/to-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105619205071971600</id><published>2003-06-21T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T18:40:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daydream Believer Mary Beth Oh, I could hide 'neath the wingsOf the bluebird as she sings.The six o'clock alarm would never ring.But it rings and I rise,Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.Oh, what can it mean.To a daydream believerAnd a homecoming queen.You once thought of meAs a white knight on a steed.Now you know how happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105619205071971600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105619205071971600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105619205071971600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105619205071971600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/06/daydream-believer-mary-beth-oh-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105540831228646214</id><published>2003-06-12T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:58:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105540831228646214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105540831228646214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105540831228646214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105540831228646214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-105540705224648689</id><published>2003-06-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:37:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THAT'S WHEN I'LL STOP LOVING YOU N'syncWhen winter comes in summer When there's no more forever That's when I'll stop loving you That's when I'll stop loving you I'm sure you've heard these words before And I know it's hard for you to trust them once more You're afraid it all might end And a broken heart is scared of breaking again But you've gotta believe me I'll never leave you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/105540705224648689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=105540705224648689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105540705224648689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/105540705224648689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/06/thats-when-ill-stop-loving-you-nsync.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-92865013</id><published>2003-04-19T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T08:58:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Verwirrung of mind]“he’s on the free throw line, jersey no. 12 of the blue team, the clock is dead but he doesn’t know it. The other team’s up by 1. He took a deep breath… releases the ball, No! missed it… squared for his last shot and… bang! Damn it! Missed it… they lost the game.” By that very moment the girl who’s destined to be a part of his life was watching. She doesn’t know his name but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/92865013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=92865013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/92865013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/92865013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/04/verwirrung-of-mind-hes-on-free-throw.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-91764393</id><published>2003-04-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T17:26:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[summer ’03…now what?!]ey, here I am again with nothing to do. been a long time since I posted one here. been really quite busy in school and I'm thankful that's its done now. I have this subject last sem that would require us to develop a system for a certain company... and its a hell of a job. never knew developing such system would demand so much of time and effort. I hardly went home with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/91764393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=91764393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/91764393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/91764393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/04/summer-03now-what-ey-here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-91272270</id><published>2003-03-24T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T07:57:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/91272270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=91272270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/91272270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/91272270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-90826129</id><published>2003-03-17T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T08:47:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Somewhere I Belong ]Linkin Park   Somewhere I belong(When this began.)I had nothing to say.And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me.(I was confused.)And I live it all out to find, but I'm not the only person with these things in mind.(Inside of me.)But all that they can see the words revealed.Is the only real thing that i got left to feel.(Nothing to lose.)Just stuck, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/90826129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=90826129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90826129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90826129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/03/somewhere-i-belong-linkin-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-90423976</id><published>2003-03-10T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T08:05:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inner Voices Another Day In a world which keeps on turningWith a hope of another dayA love that kept the good timeswe were just kids at playAnd through the warm of the summer sunor a chill from the winter breezeWe have too much funand now its just a memory.And now we must go onand go our separate wayswith the strength of our past teachingwe can bring another day woooah.I know its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/90423976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=90423976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/03/inner-voices-another-day-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-90423848</id><published>2003-03-10T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T08:02:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Breathe ]GreenwheelIPlayed the fool todayAnd ICan see us vanishing into the crowdLonging for home againBut homeIs a feeling I buried in youI'm alrightI'm alrightIt only hurts when I breatheAnd I can't ask for things to be still againNo I can't ask for youTo offer the world through your eyesLonging for home againBut homeIs a feeling I buried in youI'm alrightI'm alright</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/90423848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=90423848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/03/breathe-greenwheel-i-played-fool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-90423817</id><published>2003-03-10T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T08:01:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ If You're Not The One ]Daniel Bedingfield(OST: Maid in Manhattan) If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?If you are not mine then why does your heart return my callIf you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at allI never know what the future bringsBut I know you are here with me nowWe’ll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/90423817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=90423817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/90423817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/03/if-youre-not-one-daniel-bedingfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-88359281</id><published>2003-02-01T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T11:06:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Bring Me To Life ]EvanescenceHow can you see into my eyes like open doors.Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb.Without a soulmy spirit's sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home.Wake me up.Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/88359281/comments/default' 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]Stephen Speaks It's her hair and her eyes today that just simply take me away and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver, but in a good way All the times i have sat and stared as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair as she purses her lips bats her eyes and she plays with me sitting there, slack-jawed and nothing to say Chorus: Cos i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/87948511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=87948511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/87948511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/87948511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/01/out-of-my-league-stephen-speaks-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-87700294</id><published>2003-01-20T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T17:10:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Let Me Be The One ]Jimmy BondocSomebody told me you were leavingI didn't knowSomebody told me you're unhappyBut it doesnt showSomebody told me that you dont want me no moreSo you walking out the doorNobody told me you've been cryingEvery nightNobody told me you've been dyingbut didnt want to fightNobody told me that you fell out of love from meSo I'm setting you freeChorus:Let </summary><link rel='replies' 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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-3162475.post-87582303</id><published>2003-01-17T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T17:30:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Letting Go ]VhentetresSmile for me and me aloneAs I leave now for the most unknownLet me, for the last time, say your nameFor now things aren't going to be the sameThe pain inside is tearing me apartBut I've got to act brave while its breaking me apartI loved you once and I still love you soAnd that's the reason I'm now letting go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/87582303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=87582303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/87582303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/87582303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2003/01/letting-go-vhentetres-smile-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-86719835</id><published>2002-12-31T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T17:52:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/86719835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=86719835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86719835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86719835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-86431865</id><published>2002-12-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T19:53:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ confused...?! ]this day turn out to be one of those days that you wouldn't expect that something great would happen. It all started when I texted Marie the other night, she called me up and we've talked for almost an hour. She asked me if she could see the video of my birthday, so today she went to my house with Pam. It was great, coz I never knew she'd be back in my house so soon. We did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/86431865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=86431865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86431865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86431865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/12/confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-86205768</id><published>2002-12-18T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T13:53:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ When I Talk To You ]Mandy MooreRemember meFeels like foreverSince the daysWhen we were friendsI don't understandAll these changesI'm still the sameNo need to pretendWhere'd it go..?Do you know..?Maybe it just doesn't matter'Cause when i try to talk to youI feel like I'm not getting through youWhere did we go wrongIt's hard to be strongWhen I talk...When I talk to youThere</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/86205768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=86205768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86205768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/86205768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/12/when-i-talk-to-you-mandy-moore.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-85884709</id><published>2002-12-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T16:41:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Inner Voices ]Another Day In a world which on turningWith a hope of another dayA love that kept the good timeswe were just kids at playAnd through the warm of the summer sunor a chill from the winter breezeWe have too much funand now its just a memory.And now we must go onand go our separate wayswith the strength of our past teachingwe can bring another day woooah.I know its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/85884709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=85884709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/85884709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/85884709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/12/inner-voices-another-day-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-84656670</id><published>2002-11-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T19:07:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here is something I wrote again, I really wanted to be able to compose a song but writing is the only thing I could do. well I hope someday someone would give life to these. writing helps me to express my feelings.[ Dark Night ]If I could make it through another dayI wouldn't have to go awayOut into the dark nightWhere the stars are a great sightNow here I am cryingMy eyes are burning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/84656670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=84656670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84656670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84656670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/11/here-is-something-i-wrote-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-84656135</id><published>2002-11-17T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T18:37:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ depths of the past ]  Today is the 72nd Loyalty Day of St.John's Academy. My Alma Mater! I just got home and I'm really kinda disappointed! I saw couple of my batchmates and some of my previous teachers. I was able to talk to Miss Mendoza and Mrs. Tagal, and I wont forget what Mrs. Tagal told me that time, "Si Danielle wala pa rin pinagbago, lagi pa rin nakangiti... nakakaalis tuloy ng pagod"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/84656135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=84656135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84656135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84656135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/11/depths-of-past-today-is-72nd-loyalty.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-84038755</id><published>2002-11-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T11:19:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Bother ]Corey Taylor Wish I was too dead to cry,the self-affliction fades,stones to throw at my creator,Masochist to which I cater.You don’t need to botherI don’t need to beI’ll keep slipping fartherBut once I hold on I won’t let go ‘til it bleedsWish I was too dead to careIf indeed i cared at allNever had a voice to protestSo you fed me shit to digestI wish I had a reason My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/84038755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=84038755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84038755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84038755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/11/bother-corey-taylor-wish-i-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-84038384</id><published>2002-11-05T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T11:08:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Blind ]DefaultYou know what you areSome super starThat's never been anywhereMe, I won't pretend toSay I can see throughSome phoney standing up thereClose your eyes and hope that no one else will seeRealize, exactly what you'll never beThis time, the curtain's landing on youSome day, I'm going to see this come trueThats when, when we were friendsThere till the endYou promised </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/84038384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=84038384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84038384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/84038384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/11/blind-default-you-know-what-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-83653458</id><published>2002-10-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T17:21:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ same old me ]life truly goes on... now I'm 21 and I'm up to another level of my life. New stage, got to face reality that I aint gona get any younger anymore. Boy am I an adult now?! huh! I really don't now coz it seems that nothin' has really changed in me, I'm still the same old me though I am more mature now in dealing with life matters. I still do wana clown around. I guess I'm keepin' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/83653458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=83653458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/83653458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/83653458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/10/same-old-me-life-truly-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-82085254</id><published>2002-09-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T15:47:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Let Go ]	Some people cannot love not because they are not capable of loving. It’s because they're in much pain. They're hurting inside because of pain, and become too self-absorbed and therefore lose many golden opportunities to reach out to others.	A couple of years ago, I was trying hard to put up a mask of happiness but I was too scared to let anyone into my life. I was trapped by my fear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/82085254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=82085254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/82085254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/82085254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/09/let-go-some-people-cannot-love-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-82085093</id><published>2002-09-25T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T15:39:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Who Do You Tell ]TamiaThere you were in a crowded roomWith someone at least I assumedHow did I know I would fall in loveWith you so soonJust one look in your eyes And I see the truthAnd I try hard to hide that I'm made for youBut I know deep inside things that we could doJust as long as we're togetherBut...Who do you tell when you love someoneHoping that someone's in love with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/82085093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=82085093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/82085093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/82085093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/09/who-do-you-tell-tamia-there-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-81132462</id><published>2002-09-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T16:56:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ burn me! ]ey, nothin' much for now... just trynarelax, just got home from school. damn!quite busy these past few weeks, I still havemy midterms. My Physics subject's killin' me.I do have a lot of those computations same aswith my integral calculus. eerrrr! swear to GodI'll retire my jersey right after those stuff.boy! do I need a break. oh and I still have thatJPCS thing that's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/81132462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=81132462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/81132462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/81132462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/09/burn-me-ey-nothin-much-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-80862826</id><published>2002-08-29T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T16:47:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ what's forever for? ]Michael MurphyI've been looking at people And how they change with the times And lately all I've been seeing are people Throwin' love away and losing their minds Or maybe it's me that's gone crazy 'Cause I can't understand why All these people keep hurtin' each other When good love is so hard to come by So what's the glory in livin' Doesn't anybody ever stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/80862826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=80862826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80862826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80862826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/08/whats-forever-for-michael-murphy-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-80861067</id><published>2002-08-29T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T15:16:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ stick around ]AzureHow many times do I daydreamAbout making love to youTake you to a special placeWhere it?s only me and youI put away all your troublesOn the other side of the worldAnd wrap my arms around your heartAnd tell you you?re my girl(So let?s go steal away in the night)And I?ll go far away from here(Tell you that?s where our love is right)Can I take you to my world?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/80861067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=80861067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80861067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80861067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/08/stick-around-azure-how-many-times-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-80670826</id><published>2002-08-25T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T08:39:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ ten years... ]Read on.. The waiter was cleaning up the plates of salad on our table and replacing them with dishes of the main course when she walked in. I looked twice, just to make sure it was her; after all, it's been ten years. It was. There she was, my ex. Just like that, she walks back in to my life, and now, suddenly, my brain is flushed by memories of her, and us, and how much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/80670826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=80670826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80670826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80670826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/08/ten-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-80352635</id><published>2002-08-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T16:14:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ retreat ]whew, I'm back! been a long time since a posted one.its bcoz nothin's really been happening to me. just like the old days.well, anyways.. i just got back from a retreat in Caleruega, Batangas. the place was so cool, and cozy... you can see mountains everywhere andeven hear the wind blowing. really cool. well, learned a lot from that retreat. we did a couple of action songs, sounds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/80352635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=80352635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80352635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/80352635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/08/retreat-whew-im-back-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-77927141</id><published>2002-06-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T16:38:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Because Of You ]Keith Martin Spoken:Look, why don't you play that song you played for me yesterday?Oh ok yeah, that song because of you, coolThis is a song called because of you...written because of you...here we go ...oh yah, oh yah...If ever you wondered if you touched my soul yes you doSince I met you I'm not the same You bring life to everything I doJust the way you say hello </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/77927141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=77927141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77927141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77927141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/06/because-of-you-keith-martin-spoken.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-77311338</id><published>2002-06-04T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T09:26:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Girlfriend ]Julia FordhamDon't tell me to stop crying please just hold me while I doSoothe me with your silence and just cradle me to youDon't push me for my reasons or expect me to explainHow can I in five minutes shift a lifetime's hidden pain?Don't tell your girlfriend about me 'cos your girlfriendwon't like girls like meDon't tell your girlfriend about meIf you just hold me, hold</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/77311338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=77311338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77311338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77311338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/06/girlfriend-julia-fordham-dont-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-77311125</id><published>2002-06-04T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T09:19:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ If I Was The One ]Luther VandrossI see the way he treats youI feel the tears you cryAnd it makes me sad and it makes me madThere's nothin' I can do, babyCuz your lover is my best friendAnd I guess that's where the story endsSo I've gotta try to keep it insideYou'll never be, never be mineBut if I was the one who was loving you, babyThe only tears you'd cry would be tears of joyAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/77311125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=77311125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77311125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77311125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/06/if-i-was-one-luther-vandross-i-see-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-77310839</id><published>2002-06-04T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T09:16:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ I'd Rather ]Luther Vandross  I thought sometime alonewas what we really neededyou said this time would hurt more than it helpsbut I couldn't see thatI thought it was the endof a beautiful storyand so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone)and I tried to find out if this one thing is truethat I'm nothing without youI know better nowand I've had a change of heartI'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/77310839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=77310839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77310839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77310839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/06/id-rather-luther-vandross-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-77310714</id><published>2002-06-04T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T09:18:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ "wait for me..." ]these past few weeks, been feeling somethingI can't expalin... look I thought I was overher but I guess I was wrong. when I was in lagunaI called her up just to say something, I toldher to "wait for me", I knew she didn't really getthat coz she doesn't what I'm actually talkin' bout.that time she and her bf broke up so I thought thatit would be my lucky break... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/77310714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=77310714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77310714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/77310714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/06/wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-76861283</id><published>2002-05-23T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T08:17:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Love Lives!!! ]Something to ponder upon about L O V E,For all you people who say "I love you" when you haveno clue whatlove isexactly!!! Something to ponder upon.....Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and isyour voice caughtwithinyour chest??-It isn't love, it's LIKE.You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am Iright??-It isn't love, it's LUST.Are you proud, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/76861283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=76861283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/76861283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/76861283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/05/love-lives-something-to-ponder-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-75841756</id><published>2002-04-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T17:12:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[.....]Kirsten DunstLet me sleepfor when I sleepI dream that you are hereYour mineand all my fears are left behindI floaton airthe nightingale sings gentle lullabyesso let me close my eyesand sleepfor chance to dreamso I can see the face I long to touchto kissBut only dreams can bring me thisso letthe moonshine softly on the boy I long to seeand maybe when he dreamshe'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/75841756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=75841756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-75841301</id><published>2002-04-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T16:41:45.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[summer eh?]life can be as dead as boring... since summer startedall I do is to clown around, I mean I'm not making themost out of it. I wake up every morning doin' the samething. I'm bored with these summer thing. that's the reasonwhy I haven't posted somethin' here since the last time I didI wish there's something I can do to make it all worthwhilefor me, but I'm stuck in the house with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/75841301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=75841301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/04/summer-eh-life-can-be-as-dead-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-75841279</id><published>2002-04-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T17:32:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's something I wrote, really have no ideafor whom this is.. I just have the thought ofhaving someone beside me whenever I sit backand stare at the sky, and I make sure that I do this everytime I wana be at peace, not sayin a word... imagining that someday someone wouldsit beside me everytime I'd stare at the sky [ Deepest of my silence ]In every silence I makethere's a thousand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/75841279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=75841279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75841279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/04/heres-something-i-wrote-really-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-75241019</id><published>2002-04-10T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T17:35:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I also wrote this... still have no idea for whom this is..just love making poems. all worthwhile.... :)[ that's not a lie ]A cold breeze is gently passing byas the darkness covers the skythe moon is on its throneand stars are not on their ownsilence has kept me companywhile I've been thinking what's with mecould it be I'm falling?falling in love with you?everytime I see you smilemy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/75241019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=75241019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75241019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/75241019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-also-wrote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-11011359</id><published>2002-03-23T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T00:40:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cess, this was the first thing that came to my head. still remember this song?!you're the one who wrote the lyrics of the song for me....[Still Waiting ]K-Ci &amp; JojoI'm telling you somethingGirl you should listen I'm making an offer But it's your decisionThe Choice is yoursIt's all up to youSo don't be a foolYou know who to choose girlEvery time I see you walking by With the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/11011359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=11011359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/11011359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/11011359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/03/cess-this-was-first-thing-that-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-11011235</id><published>2002-03-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T00:30:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ sleepless night ]another sleepless night... its almost 12 midnight,and I really cant sleep. thoughts are running throughmy head again. I just spent the rest of the day withsome of my friends (Ferby, Ryan &amp; the rest), its sohappened that I saw Cess and we were able to talkbut it was quick coz she has to leave for the practicething. Cess was my crush way back when I was still in3rd yr </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/11011235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=11011235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/11011235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/11011235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/03/sleepless-night-another-sleepless.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-10613188</id><published>2002-03-11T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T17:55:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ where? ]"where do broken hearts go?" just wondering bout the song... like i do believe that mine's broken...they told me to follow my heart and damn it! stillhaven't learned my lessons i guess... well i guessits better that way. i mean all i really wanted isto be with someone and i wont find that unless i findthe courage to say it out loud.... just wish i reallycould find the girl who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/10613188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=10613188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10613188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10613188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/03/where-where-do-broken-hearts-go-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-10257210</id><published>2002-03-01T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T16:50:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Blurry]Puddle Of Mudd Everything's so blurryand everyone's so fakeand everybody's emptyand everything is so messed uppre-occupied without youI cannot live at allMy whole world surrounds youI stumble then I crawlYou could be my someoneyou could be my sceneyou know that i'll protect youfrom all of the obsceneI wonder what your doingimagine where you arethere's oceans in between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/10257210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=10257210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10257210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/10257210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/03/blurry-puddle-of-mudd-everythings-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-9630942</id><published>2002-02-12T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T12:39:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9630942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=9630942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9630942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9630942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-9320643</id><published>2002-02-03T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T12:51:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ I'm Learning ]I never meant to hurt you babyI didn't wanna cause you any painBut you never knew how I felt now honeyAnd you know you didn't even know whySo I wanna put my heart in it's placeAnd I wanna be the person that you fell in love with I've been told there'll be anotherBut I guess never like the otherSo I'll shed my tears and I'll face my fearsI've been told there'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9320643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9085810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=9085810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9085810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9085810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-9083614</id><published>2002-01-27T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T13:21:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Have you ever ]S Club 7Sometimes it's wrong to walk away, though you think it's overKnowing there's so much more to saySuddenly the moment's goneAnd all your dreams are upside downAnd you just wanna change the way the world goes roundTell me, have you ever loved and lost somebodyWished there was a chance to say I'm sorryCan't you see, that's the way I feel about you and me, BabyHave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9083614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=9083614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9083614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/9083614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/01/have-you-ever-s-club-7-sometimes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-8560623</id><published>2002-01-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T16:27:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wasting My TimeDefaultWell I don't want to see you waitingI've already gone too far awayI still can't keep the day from endingNo more messed up reasons for me to stayWell this is not for realAfraid to feelI just hit the floorDon't ask for moreI'm wasting my timeI'm wasting my timeYou can't stop the feelingAnd there's no reasonLet's make the callAnd take it all againWoah again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8560623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=8560623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8560623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8560623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/01/wasting-my-time-default-well-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-8560534</id><published>2002-01-10T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T16:13:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Family Affair ]now, me back in this biz... been a long time since the last time I posted sumthin' here! My holiday was quitegreat, I spent Christmas and New Year with my entire family. I was like kinda busy doin' this and that. Last Dec. 23 '01, it was my sister's wedding day! So the night before we spent the night in a hotel. The wedding was great got a li'l bit of teary eyes... after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8560534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=8560534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8560534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8560534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2002/01/family-affair-now-me-back-in-this-biz.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-8067915</id><published>2001-12-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T16:55:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ spending Christmas with someone ]well, Christmas is just 'round the corner and i can almost feel it. seein' all the great stuffs on the streets, like it's so nice to see all the lights hangin' everywhere. i was just wonderin' how it would feel if i could spend my Christmas with someone. i know i should be contented coz i have my family with me but wouldn't it be much nicer if i could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8067915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=8067915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8067915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/8067915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/spending-christmas-with-someone-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7912471</id><published>2001-12-14T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T09:59:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think this is the best time we people realize that this worldwasn't meant to be lived in alone. Christmas is just behiindthe corner so I guess we really have to make a difference. We should first start from within our very own selves. Lets make thisworld a better place to live with. Let's forget 'bout fightin', feudin', lootin', hatin' everybody aight?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7912471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7912471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7912471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7912471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/i-think-this-is-best-time-we-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7860334</id><published>2001-12-12T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-14T09:57:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Faceless Man ]CreedI spent a day by the riverIt was quiet and the wind stood stillI spent some time with natureTo remind me of all that's realIt's funny how silence speaks sometimes when you're aloneAnd remember that you feelAgain I stand against the Faceless ManNow I saw a face on the waterIt looked humble but willing to fightI saw the will of a warriorHis yoke is easy and His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7860334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7860334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7860334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7860334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/faceless-man-creed-i-spent-day-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7802485</id><published>2001-12-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T22:03:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Now here's somethin' from Led Zeppelin, I heard this song fromFred Durst and Wes S. of Puddle of Mudd also with Jimmy Page.They performed this in the Europe music award thing.... I like theway Fred and Wes breakdown with it, cool enough! [ Thank you ]Led ZeppelinIf the sun refused to shine,I would still be loving you.When mountains crumble to the sea,There will still be you and me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7802485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7802485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7802485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7802485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/now-heres-somethin-from-led-zeppelin-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7769088</id><published>2001-12-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T16:26:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a song Fred Durst dedicated to the world trade victims.The song was so emotional and it did move me... I think Fredis tryin' to make things better for all humanity, so unusual for aredneck like him. He's also a part of the project of the All-starswith regards to the aids victim. They made a song entitled "What'sGoin' On"... a lot of artists were featured in this song and I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7769088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7769088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7769088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7769088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/this-is-song-fred-durst-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7660024</id><published>2001-12-05T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T18:02:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Epiphany ]StaindYour words to me just a whisper Your face is so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said So I speak to you in riddles 'Cause my words get in my way I smoke the whole thing to my head And feel it wash away 'Cause i can't take anymore of this I wanna come apart And dig </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7660024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7660024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to Papeete Bay Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas We got eighty feet of the waterline, nicely making wayIn a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call youBut on a midnight watch I realized why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7659928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7659928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7659928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7659928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/12/southern-cross-stills-nash-got-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7550574</id><published>2001-12-01T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T14:07:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ My December ]Linkin ParkThis is my DecemberThis is my time of the yearThis is my DecemberThis is all so clearThis is my DecemberThis is my snow covered homeThis is my DecemberThis is me aloneAnd IJust wish that I didn't feelLike there was something I missedAnd ITake back all the things I saidTo make you feel like thatAnd IJust wish that I didn't feelLike there was something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7550574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7550574' title='0 Comments'/><link 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seem like we've got it all figured outwell let me be the first to say that I don't have a clueI don't have all the answers ain't gonna pretend like I dojust trying to find my waytrying to find my waythe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7435774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7435774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7435774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7435774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/trying-lifehouse-could-you-let-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7407642</id><published>2001-11-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T17:10:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Beauty and Madness ]Fra Lippo LippiOver there, just beneath the moonThere's a man with a burden to keepSleep will fall washouts rags 'n' paperbagsHome and life passing byWho will see the beauty in your lifeAnd who will be there to hear you when you callWho will see the madness in your lifeAnd who will be there to catch you if you fallDreams run wild, as lovers find their way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7407642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7407642' title='0 Comments'/><link 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I can't explainSo would I be out of line if I said, I miss youI see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mineYou have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wastin awayI know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7262428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7262428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7262428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7262428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-miss-you-incubus-to-see-you-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7262353</id><published>2001-11-20T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T18:44:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Points Of Authority ]Linkin ParkForfeit the gameBefore somebody elseTakes you out of the frameAnd puts your name to shameCover up your faceYou can't run the raceThe pace is too fastYou just won't lastYou love the way I look at youWhile taking pleasure in the awful things you put me throughYou take away if I give inMy life, my pride is brokenYou like to think you're never wrong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7262353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7262353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7262353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7262353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/points-of-authority-linkin-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7111963</id><published>2001-11-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T17:52:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ One More Day ]Diamond RioLast night I had a crazy dreama wish was granted just for meit could be for anythingI didn't ask for moneyor a mansion in MalibuI simply wished for one more day with you!One more day, one more timeone more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfiedbut then again, I know what it would doLeave me wishing still for one more day with youone more day...........First </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7111963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7111963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7111963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7111963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/one-more-day-diamond-rio-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-7111914</id><published>2001-11-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T17:46:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Promise Me You'll Try ]Jennifer Lopez  I Know It's On Your Heart That A Love Like Ours Shall Never Fall Apart You're So Afraid Of The Rain So I'll Take Your Hand And I'll Love You In The Best Way That I Can And I Only Expect The Same Don't Promise Me Forever Don't Promise Me The Sun And Sky Don't Predend To Know You'll Never Make Me Cry Just Hold Me Now And Promise Me You'll Try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7111914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=7111914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7111914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/7111914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/promise-me-youll-try-jennifer-lopez-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6904588</id><published>2001-11-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T14:58:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Speak of your beauty ]Let the moon be my magistrateLet its beauty shine upon youLet its pale blue light embrace youLet the whole world seeHow beautiful you areFor tonight the moon will speak of your beautyLet the stars forever crown youFor you deserve to be the queenLet them speak my love for youLet the whole world seeHow resplendent you areFor tonight they will speak of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6904588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6904588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6904588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6904588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/speak-of-your-beauty-let-moon-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6904552</id><published>2001-11-06T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T14:55:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Oh, grow up coxcomb! ]"dude..." just want y'all to know that I'm not a dude. I'm not one of those who dress in a flashy or extremely fastidious manner. Ya I know that's not what you mean everytime you call me that way. You're just off to flaunt again, so that when them girls hear you, you would sound cool. Isn't it?! Like, come on man, keep it real! Act naturally!  Be yourself. Don't try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6904552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6904552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6904552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6904552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/11/oh-grow-up-coxcomb-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6696039</id><published>2001-10-29T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T16:52:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ What's there to brag about?! ]Now what's there to brag about?! Don't come up to me sayin' you smoked weed or something. You're just trying too hard to be cool. I'ma tell you somethin', to be cool don't tell. Don't tell everybody that you do smoke weed coz that aint cool enough. Don't come around me just to say all those stuff coz I don't give an f. If you would like to be cool enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6696039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6696039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6696039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6696039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/whats-there-to-brag-about-now-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6690046</id><published>2001-10-29T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T16:43:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Life Goes On ]Tupac Amaru ShakurHow many brothas fell victim to tha streetzRest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of deathmy niggas, we tha last ones leftbut life goes on.....As I bail through tha empty hallsbreath stinkin' in my drawsring, ring, ringquiet y'allincoming callplus this my homie from high schoolhe's getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6690046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6690046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6690046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6690046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/life-goes-on-tupac-amaru-shakur-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6601340</id><published>2001-10-25T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-25T14:13:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Moondust ]Sitting under the moon dustAs the smoke hangs around meAnother cig falls to the groundWhy can't I find a way?A way to see through myselfI've been searching for answersBut not a single one comes nearFeeling the emptiness againI'm still here with nothingRain clouds within my eyesI can't see my wayInside another hope diesWill I ever see another day?Another day with you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6601340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6601340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6601340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6601340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/moondust-sitting-under-moon-dust-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6519921</id><published>2001-10-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-25T14:14:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ In A Rush ]BlackstreetIt came over me in a rush when I realized that i love you so much that sometimes i cry but I cant tell you why why I feel what i feel inside how I try to express whats been troublin' my mind but still I cant find the words but I know that somethings got a hold of me baby someday ill find a way to say just what you mean to me but if that day never comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6519921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6519921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6519921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6519921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/in-rush-blackstreet-it-came-over-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6454796</id><published>2001-10-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T16:09:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [ Marie ]   its been almost 3 years and i'm still on her. right now, i really cantimagine seeing myself with someone else. i miss her. she was the only girl that really showed me how is it to be loved. she was my first love.if there's only i can do just to win her back but i think that will neverhappen coz she told me so. i know we talked 'bout being good friendsbut still i cant get over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6454796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6454796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6454796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6454796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/marie-its-been-almost-3-years-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6453637</id><published>2001-10-19T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T14:32:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Soon ]LeAnn Rimes   Soon BabyI will cry my last tearSoon yeahI will be over youSoon darlin'All these tears wont be hereYou know that I will be over you SoonOne night baby you wont be in my dreamsOne night yeahIll finally make it through one night darlin'I wont call out your nameI wont be in this placeSoon I will be over youSoon as the mountains turn into riversSoon as the sea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6453637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6453637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6453637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6453637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/soon-leann-rimes-soon-baby-i-will-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6453583</id><published>2001-10-19T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T14:33:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Losin' the Love ]Joy EnriquezNot a day goes by without somethingReminding me of youThe truth is that I miss youIt gets so hard not being with youThere are times when I go crazyIn the twilight of the nightHow I long to be your man againThere's pain that I hold That will not let me goI cried myself to sleep last nightWhen I woke upThere were tear stains on my pillowIt hurts so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6453583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6453583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6453583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6453583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/losin-love-joy-enriquez-not-day-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6232345</id><published>2001-10-10T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T14:34:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> [ Think God Can Explain ] Splender There's a lot of things I don't understand And there's a lot of things I don't want to know But you're the only face I recognize It's so damn sweet of you To look me in the eyes It's all right, I'm O.K. I think God can explain I believe I'm the same I get carried away The scent of vaseline In the summertime The feel of an icecube Melting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6232345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6232345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6232345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6232345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/think-god-can-explain-splender-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</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-3162475.post-6187640</id><published>2001-10-08T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T14:34:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Bad Day ]FuelHad a bad day again She said I would not understand She left a note and said "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again. Spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace. Smeared the lipstick on her face. Slammed the door and said "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again." And she swears there's nothing wrong I hear her playing that same old song She puts me up and puts me on And had a bad day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6187640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162475&amp;postID=6187640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6187640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162475/posts/default/6187640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rednickle.blogspot.com/2001/10/bad-day-fuel-had-bad-day-again-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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