tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048Sun, 22 Jan 2012 09:23:13 +0000googleFilmshttp://gravity2103.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)Blogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-5160881875612202215Sat, 28 May 2011 14:39:00 +00002011-06-26T22:23:21.430+08:00(Sentosa, 2010)I guess I'm done here. Enough said on this little place. I'm burying the anger, fear, sadness and the forgotten little bouts of euphoria, here. And perhaps will close this place completely in time.I shall start anew elsewhere, where every post will remind me there are far more reasons to smile than to cry.Ignorance is bliss.xhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/cwGEsDIkhm4/purged.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RVb_gV7ToQI6xzHA6xpSqesV2JQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RVb_gV7ToQI6xzHA6xpSqesV2JQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RVb_gV7ToQI6xzHA6xpSqesV2JQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RVb_gV7ToQI6xzHA6xpSqesV2JQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/cwGEsDIkhm4" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/05/purged.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8683616080939400536Tue, 03 May 2011 15:00:00 +00002011-05-03T23:02:07.330+08:00Slightly buzzed, lying in bed, listening to Snow Patrol, and crying myself to sleep.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/E6GTQJUxjSw/shut-your-eyes-and-sing-to-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sZCQ9MnRBQWDMtWjIA0xK6i_-Io/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sZCQ9MnRBQWDMtWjIA0xK6i_-Io/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sZCQ9MnRBQWDMtWjIA0xK6i_-Io/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sZCQ9MnRBQWDMtWjIA0xK6i_-Io/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/E6GTQJUxjSw" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/05/shut-your-eyes-and-sing-to-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-7151676184174516198Tue, 26 Apr 2011 14:57:00 +00002011-04-26T22:57:58.428+08:00http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/imj8xTJ7yVY/strangers-again.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GxApwTSYmzfj9djqx4ql1U4hCjY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GxApwTSYmzfj9djqx4ql1U4hCjY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GxApwTSYmzfj9djqx4ql1U4hCjY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GxApwTSYmzfj9djqx4ql1U4hCjY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/imj8xTJ7yVY" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/04/strangers-again.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-6798610328763514099Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:33:00 +00002011-03-13T22:49:46.578+08:00The soundtrack from irish film "Once" remains one of the most beautiful soundtracks that exist out there.I knew I loved the songs. I just never had the opportunity to indulge myself in something I loved so much (music) lately. Ever since my Macbook died and my phone was stolen. I had nothing I could use to really listen to the tracks I own.Yesterday, I decided to have a listen again. And without http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/VFAMGbI48R0/falling-slowly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y75OechPi2RAtXseVvJmC4wUa30/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y75OechPi2RAtXseVvJmC4wUa30/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y75OechPi2RAtXseVvJmC4wUa30/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y75OechPi2RAtXseVvJmC4wUa30/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/VFAMGbI48R0" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/03/falling-slowly.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-2568117445177503243Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:20:00 +00002011-03-13T22:28:33.161+08:00So I clicked on "New Post", and found myself staring at the screen for the past several minutes, fingers ready on the keyboard, but no words to describe these emotions I'm feeling.What am I feeling?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/5Dge2ZY6ae4/empty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSf38QGdW176zybB9XjJxCP8bLw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSf38QGdW176zybB9XjJxCP8bLw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSf38QGdW176zybB9XjJxCP8bLw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSf38QGdW176zybB9XjJxCP8bLw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/5Dge2ZY6ae4" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/03/empty.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8953896140178314675Thu, 03 Mar 2011 07:38:00 +00002011-05-31T19:34:53.642+08:00Such a delusional concept. Romantic, but hold no expectations of it, for forever is only tentative. Nothing's unshakeable, nothing is safe from the inconstant and turbulent events of life.Timing the intangible, timing time itself is an act I can't wrap my mind around. What is forever anyway? We are as permanent as our minds are able to make us out to be. Self fulfilled prophecies.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/fklim7zKDm0/always-forever.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqonfbKkLOp3Z33JmzwlmOnllX4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqonfbKkLOp3Z33JmzwlmOnllX4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqonfbKkLOp3Z33JmzwlmOnllX4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HqonfbKkLOp3Z33JmzwlmOnllX4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/fklim7zKDm0" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-forever.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-5549488243658817995Sat, 01 Jan 2011 11:22:00 +00002011-01-01T19:33:02.225+08:00Why do I still cry when a Snow Patrol song plays?The morning of the new year, I woke up feeling destroyed and positively empty. There is just nothing I could think to say to anyone. I realise I often think about things that I don't own which others do. And thought I ought to change that mentality to pondering a bit more over things that I have, that others don't... But, what DO I own?I thought I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/_Toqqf6zKU8/sometimes-i-wonder.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C353Bs9BfHm8a1XwALFeGD4Ruus/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C353Bs9BfHm8a1XwALFeGD4Ruus/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C353Bs9BfHm8a1XwALFeGD4Ruus/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C353Bs9BfHm8a1XwALFeGD4Ruus/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/_Toqqf6zKU8" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-wonder.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8443915159625589147Tue, 14 Dec 2010 07:51:00 +00002010-12-14T15:55:39.974+08:00What that was. The audacity to try and evoke the stillness of my life, stirring up waves of anger in the midst of serenity. Evidently the power he holds over me, has to finally be put to rest.Because the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.And I am getting there, with the help of friends, loved ones, ...and myself.I will not allow myself to react at all, anymore.Tonight I will look http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/b54PUDDU5hY/hummingbird.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hJ_MwIJVZlJYHb3UrLVswsvU6_0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hJ_MwIJVZlJYHb3UrLVswsvU6_0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hJ_MwIJVZlJYHb3UrLVswsvU6_0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hJ_MwIJVZlJYHb3UrLVswsvU6_0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/b54PUDDU5hY" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/12/hummingbird.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-5337199458666941197Fri, 19 Nov 2010 19:07:00 +00002010-11-21T02:28:43.183+08:00Tonight marks a brand new start to the rest of my life.--Everything dissipated into nothingness. I don't even want answers and to know why.It was fun while it lasted I was naive and ignorant.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/5ROEumjTtHQ/tonight-marks-brand-new-start-to-rest.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/agbyhB1qy31jWz96USufYpVk1Eo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/agbyhB1qy31jWz96USufYpVk1Eo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/agbyhB1qy31jWz96USufYpVk1Eo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/agbyhB1qy31jWz96USufYpVk1Eo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/5ROEumjTtHQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/11/tonight-marks-brand-new-start-to-rest.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-1204226328813579428Sat, 06 Nov 2010 06:29:00 +00002010-11-06T14:29:00.620+08:00I miss writing. I miss writing regularly, feeling how amazingly therapeutic it can be.I was in the company of a very dear friend some days ago. We were talking about the future fraught with uncertainties, and inevitably, started to travel back in time, and talked about our pasts.I guess it never leaves us behind, our past.As much anger I have for myself, I am equally angry at the beast who stole http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/foWM-vS5_g8/fix-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_57VDLaebIcKmcgaW3FUIZrK6A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_57VDLaebIcKmcgaW3FUIZrK6A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_57VDLaebIcKmcgaW3FUIZrK6A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_57VDLaebIcKmcgaW3FUIZrK6A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/foWM-vS5_g8" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/11/fix-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8853156627170314085Thu, 04 Nov 2010 05:57:00 +00002010-11-04T14:07:18.548+08:00I know nobody comes here anymore. At least, nobody that personally knows me, and vice versa. I know, because that little box in the right column of this page tells me I am the only visitor from Singapore, and the rest are people from the States. Probably the random internet visitors that chanced upon this hidden forgotten blog, due to my old posts that were shared or listed by google http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/2g0u9Ug50OI/silent-thoughts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEJ0hWKcW3ikt74HaFw9AXc507k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEJ0hWKcW3ikt74HaFw9AXc507k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEJ0hWKcW3ikt74HaFw9AXc507k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DEJ0hWKcW3ikt74HaFw9AXc507k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/2g0u9Ug50OI" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/11/silent-thoughts.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-3697938415316013159Tue, 02 Nov 2010 17:19:00 +00002010-11-04T14:10:19.656+08:00It's funny how the music I used to love, and used to bring me such joy, only serves to make me cry now - every single time.Snow Patrol, I (used to) love you.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/q4qHTqa-8jU/music.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QVLiYrlUEzqC9okDkuhhaXAyKds/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QVLiYrlUEzqC9okDkuhhaXAyKds/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QVLiYrlUEzqC9okDkuhhaXAyKds/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QVLiYrlUEzqC9okDkuhhaXAyKds/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/q4qHTqa-8jU" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/11/music.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8112856430754897940Thu, 28 Oct 2010 01:12:00 +00002010-10-28T09:13:05.302+08:00The most tiring 24 hours I've allowed my eyes to go through. Lol. I think we all get older, but most times, none the wiser.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/0u3SX_q8lTI/bloodshot-eyes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PcN7mT_nNzGPYVFNw7IP-nVJUHg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PcN7mT_nNzGPYVFNw7IP-nVJUHg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PcN7mT_nNzGPYVFNw7IP-nVJUHg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PcN7mT_nNzGPYVFNw7IP-nVJUHg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/0u3SX_q8lTI" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloodshot-eyes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-443524334992558076Tue, 12 Oct 2010 16:45:00 +00002010-10-13T00:53:32.915+08:00I was listening to the song, getting lost in the lyrics and music. My face suddenly felt exceptionally cold. Brushed my fingers against my cheek, and realised I'd been crying.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/oG8nGewBKi0/luckiest.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jxx0HOQ3zfziFXqJuov2Tu24lLs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jxx0HOQ3zfziFXqJuov2Tu24lLs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jxx0HOQ3zfziFXqJuov2Tu24lLs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jxx0HOQ3zfziFXqJuov2Tu24lLs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/oG8nGewBKi0" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/10/luckiest.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-7189415048226500878Fri, 08 Oct 2010 08:21:00 +00002011-05-28T23:07:39.682+08:00Most times, I just want to wrap the most part of 2010 in a big package and burn them collectively and leave no traces of it behind. Then I'll never know we were capable of causing so much hurt.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/gObNaudPwDM/silently.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BS7AsDIhdy2QyWwQ03rG-c7q-Us/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BS7AsDIhdy2QyWwQ03rG-c7q-Us/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BS7AsDIhdy2QyWwQ03rG-c7q-Us/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BS7AsDIhdy2QyWwQ03rG-c7q-Us/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/gObNaudPwDM" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/10/silently.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-6937412370346786726Thu, 07 Oct 2010 16:53:00 +00002011-05-29T14:42:57.482+08:00I have been shredded to pieces, to have every piece inspected and changed completely, leaving almost no trace of the old me behind. 2010 has been a year of real changes for me. If the me from 2009 were placed in front of me now, she wouldn't be able to recognise this self.Then I look at the picture above - the only source of decoration on this mundane blog - and during little unexpected moments http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/qCF8oGYkcBc/2010-has-been-year-of-real-changes-for.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rSG6_guR17QlQ6v-cfDvmW6k-w8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rSG6_guR17QlQ6v-cfDvmW6k-w8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rSG6_guR17QlQ6v-cfDvmW6k-w8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rSG6_guR17QlQ6v-cfDvmW6k-w8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/qCF8oGYkcBc" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-has-been-year-of-real-changes-for.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-1377264918008684179Thu, 07 Oct 2010 16:52:00 +00002010-10-08T00:52:54.519+08:00You could be happy and I won't knowBut you weren't happy the day I watched you goAnd all the things that I wish I had not saidAre played on lips 'til it's madness in my headIs it too late to remind you how we were?But not our last days of silent, screaming blurMost of what I remember makes me sureI should have stopped you from walking out the doorYou could be happy, I hope you areYou made me http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/XjZsbja2k4U/you-could-be-happy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J7x-QQQ-q3YU0B2a0RcADsKTvQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J7x-QQQ-q3YU0B2a0RcADsKTvQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J7x-QQQ-q3YU0B2a0RcADsKTvQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8J7x-QQQ-q3YU0B2a0RcADsKTvQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/XjZsbja2k4U" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-could-be-happy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-5875107075292969126Sat, 12 Jun 2010 07:38:00 +00002010-06-12T15:41:16.245+08:00I feel thoroughly detached from the world. Feels like I'm leading a totally separate life from everyone around me. It's as if my entire viewpoint on life is too different and difficult to understand.What I probably really need is some serious soul-searching. I imagine it will be a good, interesting, (perhaps even mildly dangerous) idea to travel the world on my own and start anew. Clear my http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/YubGKj1h9z8/lost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dzgtj_6Q4tYbzIlP-ldeHi42Zno/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dzgtj_6Q4tYbzIlP-ldeHi42Zno/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dzgtj_6Q4tYbzIlP-ldeHi42Zno/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dzgtj_6Q4tYbzIlP-ldeHi42Zno/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/YubGKj1h9z8" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-3833986662561188064Tue, 01 Jun 2010 05:54:00 +00002010-08-05T05:28:47.635+08:00I went to the place we used to go, hand in hand, laughing at everything around us, without a care in the world. I was proud of you and you were proud of me. We held our heads up high. We sang tunes created from nowhere.You cupped my face and I, yours. You gaze at me with such tenderness, I kiss you dearly on the cheeks. I pray a silent prayer every time you leave, for you to one day return again.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/JvMc_E3VuEs/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qcUmUCBin8sjbEFmaCQ5sMMwEs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qcUmUCBin8sjbEFmaCQ5sMMwEs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qcUmUCBin8sjbEFmaCQ5sMMwEs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-qcUmUCBin8sjbEFmaCQ5sMMwEs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/JvMc_E3VuEs" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-8465390024275963415Fri, 14 May 2010 06:50:00 +00002010-05-14T15:15:43.204+08:00You've let your guard down and allowed me in. I know too much about you now that it will be extremely silly of you to even slightly consider offending me. I know my conscience will never let me do it but the fact remains I have the power to do that. For your own sake, I hope you remember.Humans can be such complicated creatures. "Life is simple, we make it complicated". I know what you're doing http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/fsdnGWVAnzo/knowledge-is-power.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgJ3kXX5iZhxPVmYTyDsJkWIx64/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgJ3kXX5iZhxPVmYTyDsJkWIx64/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgJ3kXX5iZhxPVmYTyDsJkWIx64/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jgJ3kXX5iZhxPVmYTyDsJkWIx64/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/fsdnGWVAnzo" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/05/knowledge-is-power.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-306023968796454365Sun, 07 Mar 2010 05:37:00 +00002010-05-03T15:56:20.463+08:00 It really is an amazing thing.Lately, I hear music from all things around me. The rain's pitter patter against my glass windows, the wind whistling through the cracks in homes. So pleasing to the ears.I hear music in the silence of the night. Because there's never total silence, is there? The biggest silence I've heard was in Aliwee Cave. Even then, if I listened hard enough, I could hear my http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/Cu_cf8BYPh4/music.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lDUj4yiYpaZtlCxuHa8yBoom-B4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lDUj4yiYpaZtlCxuHa8yBoom-B4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lDUj4yiYpaZtlCxuHa8yBoom-B4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lDUj4yiYpaZtlCxuHa8yBoom-B4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/Cu_cf8BYPh4" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/03/music.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049535572283161048.post-4057933698394260222Sun, 07 Mar 2010 05:23:00 +00002010-05-03T16:01:56.910+08:00Things would be a lot simpler if one was able to make a choice solely for himself. Having responsibility for someone else complicates things. And that is the exact situation most of us have been living in.Why are you still sticking by a marriage when you've realised the love is gone? Because of the kids and the people you don't wish to disappoint.Why are you stuck in a field you dislike?Because http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~3/25gHJkGq3Cs/responsibility.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nüra Sigurros)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZNuNgwBcWc52BQylo0Gq3lEiwM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZNuNgwBcWc52BQylo0Gq3lEiwM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZNuNgwBcWc52BQylo0Gq3lEiwM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nZNuNgwBcWc52BQylo0Gq3lEiwM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GraAnoisAgusGoDeo/~4/25gHJkGq3Cs" height="1" width="1"/>http://gravity2103.blogspot.com/2010/03/responsibility.html