<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 06:36:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Never Ending Writing</title><description>My written artwork</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7187947629309593376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.656+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Dying</title><description>I am dying,&lt;br /&gt;Dying from hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Dying from everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7187947629309593376?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/06/dying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7799805964383996132</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.656+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>When God Was A Lad</title><description>"When God Was a Lad, I was nothing more than a handful of dust.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7799805964383996132?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-god-was-lad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-115380662494863205</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.656+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>My Self Scripture</title><description>:::I am not alone, I have the whole world with me:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-115380662494863205?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-self-scripture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7291144741530400414</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.657+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>An Analogue to My Life - Part 2</title><description>So, what is wrong with my life? No, nothing is wrong except that I have been disowned by my own family for choosing my way of life. Sadly, they don't like my lifestyle, they don't like anything I do to survive, they hate everything about me. How am I supposed to live? Get my own life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not choose to be disowned. They forced me. Either I live the way they expect me to live or I shall be kicked out of the house and find my own way to survive out there. Surprisingly, I managed to live until this day. It has been 3 years since I moved out. People keep on telling me that I am strong but who knows how fragile I feel from the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that today, I have manage to established 3 blogs which I don't really get many traffics but I am glad that at least I have some loyal readers who would come back and check out my blog for latest posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I can embark on a blogging career. Until then, I shall keep on working my sweat off to earn a living..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7291144741530400414?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/analogue-to-my-life-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-4564369221192557371</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.657+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Analogue of My Life - Part 1</title><description>I wish I could live near a beach where it is peaceful, sunny all the time and the wind that I could almost hear it sings in my ears. When I wake up every morning, I can feel the sun and the breeze. Isn't it wondeful if I could have a life like that? Yes, how I wish it can come true but for now it can happen only in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I have wonderful dreams. Every morning, I will have to wake up to a horrible reality. I constantly worry about things that will eventually bring me down like money and food and rental and the list keeps going on. I am so tired with it yet I wonder what I can do to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, I came to the big city to plant my foot and grow from there. Today, I am proud to say that I am living the life that I have always wanted, together with my loving fiance. Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is in fact the greatest thing. Now, I need to concentrate on work. I no longer work as a Sales Assistant any more. The title itself doesn't do any good to my resume anyway. Now I am proud to be the Administrator of &lt;a href="http://www.elawyer.com.my/"&gt;http://www.elawyer.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; where my job is to oversee the whole web progress and I am enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-4564369221192557371?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/analogue-of-my-life-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-1345442880911321730</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.657+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>When I am Sick</title><description>When I am Sick,&lt;br /&gt;I go to see doctor,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the doctor sees no one,&lt;br /&gt;And I go home and cry all night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually I am trying to write something to actually express myself now that I am really sick with the fever and flu and cough all coming to me at once..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-1345442880911321730?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-am-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7333495174594907236</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.657+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>When I Was Sleeping</title><description>When I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I could not close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I could not dream about the dreams,&lt;br /&gt;That I have in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I could not touch my love,&lt;br /&gt;I could not feel the love,&lt;br /&gt;That is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I awake,&lt;br /&gt;All the love is back,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel everything,&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7333495174594907236?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-was-sleeping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-5788768761147305177</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T23:36:35.254+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Turn Back Time</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SAQ4sGME2OI/AAAAAAAAADg/m_4MuotnUDE/s1600-h/74%2520turn%2520back%2520time3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189335000864315618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SAQ4sGME2OI/AAAAAAAAADg/m_4MuotnUDE/s320/74%2520turn%2520back%2520time3_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "If only I could turn back time.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time, a precious gift to be treasured, yet people are wasting time doing nothing other than wasting time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*picture from &lt;a href="http://www.bitterstickgirl.com/"&gt;Stickgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-5788768761147305177?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SAQ4sGME2OI/AAAAAAAAADg/m_4MuotnUDE/s72-c/74%2520turn%2520back%2520time3_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-9179194108618182438</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T23:36:35.490+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Empty Head</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SABlNLpFIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yy4xsfkByKE/s1600-h/144%2Bempty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188258047868608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SABlNLpFIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yy4xsfkByKE/s320/144%2Bempty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture from &lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;stickgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this moment, my head is empty..need some time to generate new thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-9179194108618182438?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-from-stickgirl-at-this-moment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1UrLgY9l1uE/SABlNLpFIXI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yy4xsfkByKE/s72-c/144%2Bempty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-4976226253643292158</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.657+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Never Ending Writing</title><description>I have been writing&lt;br /&gt;And Writing&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever&lt;br /&gt;Stop writing&lt;br /&gt;I always question&lt;br /&gt;My inner heart&lt;br /&gt;But the truth&lt;br /&gt;I love to write&lt;br /&gt;I would die&lt;br /&gt;If I ever stop writing&lt;br /&gt;And writing is my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-4976226253643292158?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-ending-writing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-4697093947057492143</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Acrostic Poem - NIGHTFALLS</title><description>What is Acrostic Poem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.com/"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; acrostic poem means a series of lines or verses in which the first, last, or other particular letters when taken in order spell out a word, phrase, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how this poem is written with each of the starting letter spells out NIGHTFALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o one to see around the dark alley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n the hazy sky, stars twinkling brightly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;rass is covered with a blanket of mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;allowing around the corner, the winds twist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o a serene, calm and silent night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;orever tranquility in the twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s a veil on a bride’s face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;oneliness covers the entire place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ending it’s beauty to the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ilently they gratify the Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautifully written poem with good use of words and excellent way to lay out the story. When I read this I had a very sentimental feeling within me and that's how I know that this poem really send out its message to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* poem originally written by &lt;a href="http://meghnaspages.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightfalls.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MeghnaK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-4697093947057492143?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/acrostic-poem-nightfalls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7964222026447532279</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Unite</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas, New Year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all about festivals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black or white,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all celebrate it together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what religions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what beliefs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter who we all are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all the festivals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring us closer to each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never let the different faiths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Separate each of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we are all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the same Creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7964222026447532279?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/unite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-6994719544724333574</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>If I Knew</title><description>If I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I would never surrender,&lt;br /&gt;My heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I would never let you,&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I would have stop you,&lt;br /&gt;From coming into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-6994719544724333574?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-6587991807449619370</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Light In The Darkness</title><description>Somehow, in the darkness, I see nothing only darkness. Somehow, there's a light in the end of a long alley and I don't know what is beyond the there. I have strong urge to to move forward towards the light although not knowing the source of the light. I'm scared but I must be brave. Suddenly, a pair or hands pulled me out of the darkness. I see light. I'm in the light out of the darkness. I see who pulled me out. No one else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 26/9/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-6587991807449619370?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/03/light-in-darkness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-1848510950688584334</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>God Says (III)</title><description>God said, "I am going down to Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, " Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "For it is time to punish the ones deserving punishments and reward the ones deserving to be rewarded."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-1848510950688584334?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-says-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-4522382952504548046</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>God Says (II)</title><description>God asked, "Would you climb the highest mountain to get a precious diamond for your love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, I would not do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Because I will need my body to take care of my love and I am not going to risk losing my life just to get that flower which means nothing to me. I treasure my life so that I can take care of my love in all ways."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-4522382952504548046?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-says-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7481490122916915169</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Sweet Child Of Mine</title><description>Oh Annabelle,&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You are so strong,&lt;br /&gt;So smart and yet so gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Annabelle,&lt;br /&gt;You are the&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Child Of Mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7481490122916915169?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweet-child-of-mine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-3129540639330703898</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Blood</title><description>Blood. Red as it is. Gushing through the veins into our hearts and out of our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-3129540639330703898?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-7036702486046863706</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>L.O.V.E.</title><description>Love&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Veil&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-7036702486046863706?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-1594924516611178811</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>Why I am Lucky (1)</title><description>Why I am lucky, I asked myself a year ago. Today, I finally able to share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have been living for 20 years when others might not even live for a day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this makes me realises that I am indeed lucky to have lived that long and still living until today..I am being grateful to what I have become and what I have in possession..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-1594924516611178811?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-am-lucky-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-5953199287367022202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>God Says (I)</title><description>God asked me, "are you willing to live on Earth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "it's going to be tough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I am willing to go through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked me, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "because I know there is someone who will be with me during good and bad times."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-5953199287367022202?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-says-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-269298944974152599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>BLUEBLOOD</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blueblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The fallen leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Swept away in a summer’s eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears of a young girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wiped away at the fallen night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But the sorrow of a young Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can never be forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ONCE POSTED THIS POEM SOMETIME IN 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH AND I HOPE EVERYONE WHO READS IT LOVES IT TOO..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-269298944974152599?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2007/02/blueblood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-1028385822747962659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>NEVER ENDING JOURNEY</title><description>I LEAD A LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;PURELY AND SINCERELY,&lt;br /&gt;YET I FACE TOO MUCH,&lt;br /&gt;CHALLENGES AND DISASTERS,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I MUST BE STRONG,&lt;br /&gt;TO BE ABLE TO LIVE MY LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;MY NEVER ENDING JOURNEY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-1028385822747962659?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-ending-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-113082836980787926</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.660+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>lalalalala...</title><description>lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;with the sun and the moon&lt;br /&gt;and myself and him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-113082836980787926?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2005/10/lalalalala.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12522542.post-113055382654087627</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T20:50:13.660+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>My Writing Gallery</category><title>lost and lonely 2</title><description>i am lost&lt;br /&gt;in the concrete jungle...&lt;br /&gt;with so many concrete trees,&lt;br /&gt;and wild metal&lt;br /&gt;running around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12522542-113055382654087627?l=neverendingwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://neverendingwriting.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost-and-lonely-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>