<?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-1345712202653813230</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:50:57.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Revelations</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward..."&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-973504645169879924</id><published>2009-06-17T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:08:46.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lets just be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's happened before, I know it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That feeling inside I show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It starts off simple, feeling shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;conversation and words un-impaired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A simple hug is nothing bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We use it to defend the sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Protect our lovers and shield our woes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's that simple way that everyone knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To do what we must in showing our way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of love and protection each passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then you get closer still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;closer yet and almost until.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He utters up those eight words of deathknell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;chokes me with shock and drags me to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There comes a point where the story ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I can't do this, lets just be friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-973504645169879924?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/973504645169879924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/973504645169879924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/973504645169879924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-6.html' title='Poem #6'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-6591342080742928077</id><published>2009-05-17T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:08:07.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost Somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The sun just set before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;a sight I've always assumed I despise.&lt;br /&gt;The end of a day, growing older in it,&lt;br /&gt;One closer to my end, I consider this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it rise for me instead?&lt;br /&gt;a light so nice to fill my head.&lt;br /&gt;The start of a day, I made it to today,&lt;br /&gt;what happens in sun as my hair turns to gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my skin faulters and wrinkles appear,&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it's death I fear.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done all I want,&lt;br /&gt;So in withering motions my body does taunt,&lt;br /&gt;Of a lesser age when I was without,&lt;br /&gt;knowledge and wisdom and burdens about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I grow old and will I grow fat?&lt;br /&gt;Will my hair dissappear, head under a hat?&lt;br /&gt;My smile to frown and my heart slow it's pace,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to see the age in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the immortal I thought I once could be,&lt;br /&gt;Thought that my life was unstoppable, live forever as me.&lt;br /&gt;Move from friends to friends, lover to so,&lt;br /&gt;but, what would be the point I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our truth comes in the now,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it could be lost somehow,&lt;br /&gt;So treasure today what you have in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;For come the tommorrow it could be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-6591342080742928077?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/6591342080742928077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6591342080742928077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6591342080742928077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-5.html' title='Poem #5'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-1109085999524822166</id><published>2009-05-17T19:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:54:08.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider it a while...</title><content type='html'>It's been just over two months since I've put anything on here, not because I haven't had anything to write about mind, just because I've been too far focused on stuff away from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering traveling, upping and traveling to somewhere distant, like Japan or China and taking a laptop, a camera and documenting it, hell or even a diary and writing and taking pictures to accompany it. I think I've been playing Tomb Raider too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the subject of money, I love saving, I really do. I save throughout the year, and then spend it all on car insurance. I suppose it saves putting it all on the credit card, but in this day and age is it really worth saving with the interest rates as low as they are? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about upping the amount of poems I write, because I'm really not starved for inspiration in terms of them I just don't get to considering them as viable for broadcast. I would say that they are very reflective of what I feel and what I want to do, kind of like a melodic thought. Never, though, did I consider they'd be so indepth when I first started writing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-1109085999524822166?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/1109085999524822166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/consider-it-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/1109085999524822166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/1109085999524822166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/05/consider-it-while.html' title='Consider it a while...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-4049143711944212670</id><published>2009-03-16T09:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:44:44.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to be rude without being rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To respond without being interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reply, but turn open questions into closed ones. Not necessarily using yes or no, but "yeah, it's fine" or "no it's not." If so? I think I've begun being taught how to master said talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is something that a lot of people don't have, I won't deny it, there are times when I have an obscene amount, and there are times when I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's one bit of courage that I don't have, the courage to tell myself it's not my fault. I refuse to believe this world is full of arseholes, full of ignorant pigs that are too self concerned with their own beliefs to consider other peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people can change, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-4049143711944212670?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/4049143711944212670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/yawn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/4049143711944212670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/4049143711944212670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-6936929313687909132</id><published>2009-03-12T21:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:37:43.145Z</updated><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Redefine and reselect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all these choices I detect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do I go left or do I go right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do I flee or do I fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Change my life in a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fall on my arse or stand on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep at the pace and keep promise to heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or cut losses and run, duly depart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Is it worth it?" He says, the voice in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the voices I know, prove I'm not dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The quest in my life to find something great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is growing, complex and will not stagnate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Never to settle for second best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll keep at this, I'll pass the test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So is the way I've chosen now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the happiest and greatest for me, somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think not, but I'll have to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only time will tell, for a choice has made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-6936929313687909132?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/6936929313687909132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6936929313687909132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6936929313687909132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-6081386145469139644</id><published>2009-03-12T21:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:31:04.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Writing for Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Been writing a book for a few months now, called 'Once more with feeling.' It's about love and how people so willingly, although sometimes with fear, get back on the proverbial horse and are willing to try again after being burnt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to make it interesting, as best from personal experience as possible without making myself sound like a relationship whore. It's coming along well, I would say it's positive and it intends to be an optimistic read but I can't help but feel so pessimistic and miserable when I write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love isn't damned, I know that much, I've seen it in so many people and so many other couples that I know it's out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just gotta keep my head up and not shut down, it'll be around when I least expect it, heh, once more with feeling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-6081386145469139644?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/6081386145469139644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6081386145469139644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/6081386145469139644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-for-reason.html' title='Writing for Reason'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-8123804795304803351</id><published>2009-03-04T11:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:25:32.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Final Rest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with this life I lead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I meant to show and bleed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Human weakness all around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;imperfection buried in the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When things seem okay, I'd love to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait a while, you'll see, just stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That when the going starts to get good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there'll be something brewing under hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ready to explode, rise up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rear its head and then shove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's ugly problems in my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm four steps back and out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why my life couldn't just be plain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;devoid of pleasure, devoid of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then again, if these things I never did see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't think I'd be anywhere near me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in second thoughts, I suppose they're good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because I know just what I need, I should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not stop in looking and in my quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've yet to hit my final rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-8123804795304803351?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/8123804795304803351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-4_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/8123804795304803351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/8123804795304803351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-4_04.html' title='Poem #4'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-4389496487873966925</id><published>2009-02-27T16:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:49:21.188Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part right here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so I'm not one of these perfect people, I have my thoughts and I have my doubts but I have never before experienced such a plethora of emotions when talking to someone or talking about someone as I am experiencing at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was brought to light to me today by talking to a friend of mine; Glen. My previous thoughts of "He's too good for me" "He's out of my league" etc, I actually am starting to think that they don't apply anymore because...well, this is a development actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before have I thought such things as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"some looks, some minds, some both in different measures, but everyone can bring things to a relationship that is more than the hanging bit of flesh between your legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just because people are really good looking doesnt make them god."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everyone has things that others don't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Consider me naive, or as Glen put it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stupid, like all pretty blondes." &lt;/span&gt;I must admit, this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start asking the questions I need to ask, and stop stalling and keeping false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-4389496487873966925?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/4389496487873966925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/4389496487873966925'/><link 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pace.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only place in my head&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't leave me dead.&lt;br /&gt;But I admit, in all things said,&lt;br /&gt;this is the one place that I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place that can bring the greatest need,&lt;br /&gt;from the glimmer, to fruition from seed.&lt;br /&gt;My entire being stems from here,&lt;br /&gt;my creative vassal, the muse in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a time when I knew not this place,&lt;br /&gt;when I knew only of my life's disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;In my head there was once only sadness,&lt;br /&gt;happiness gone, siding with madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet then came a time when thoughts filled anew,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that something had broken through.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the silence of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and now many things I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say only one thing about my mind&lt;br /&gt;I have lost so much to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;Yet never have I wondered of rest,&lt;br /&gt;stop the smiles and start evil, perhaps that would be best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-9084149279519141541?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/9084149279519141541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/9084149279519141541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/9084149279519141541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-3.html' title='Poem #3'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-3406272708825427850</id><published>2009-02-17T18:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:43:11.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Try as I might"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fight.&lt;br /&gt;The will of the winds and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a day,&lt;br /&gt;when price I shall pay,&lt;br /&gt;and I see truth and reason unfurled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in passage passed&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could but last,&lt;br /&gt;live to see what happens through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in such a place,&lt;br /&gt;I find just disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;of spoiled dreams, hope so lost and amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one dream,&lt;br /&gt;from center to seam,&lt;br /&gt;that I am not damned to do bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find love in another,&lt;br /&gt;cherish, not smother.&lt;br /&gt;and yet I wonder if this is so sad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-3406272708825427850?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/3406272708825427850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3406272708825427850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3406272708825427850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-2.html' title='Poem #2'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-2420661470110339574</id><published>2009-02-15T17:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:50:26.603Z</updated><title type='text'>The straw that broke the Camel's fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZhY49ceJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iDfmzFD-EqI/s1600-h/bah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZhY49ceJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iDfmzFD-EqI/s320/bah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303086296818657234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;was the photo that did it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2008 was to be the final straw, I saw this photo and truth be told I hated it. Check out the chin for crying out loud (I'm the one on the right :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, at 11st 5lbs. Enough was enough and I began my epic quest to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny, it's been tough, it's been in fact horrendous and very grueling but thanks to a change in job that October, I now walk on average 8 miles a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 15th Feb 2009 and I'm around 9st 10lbs. Apparently according to BMI (Body Mass Index, or as I like to call it 'Bollocks Measurements for Idiots') I'm meant to be 8st 11lbs. I want to aim for somewhere around the 9st marker, somewher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e that I loose my teensy bit of belly but look relatively healthy without being an Ally McBeal lookie-likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so losing weight is hard, but the top five things that helped me get through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Friends; For one; Charlotte? OMG. Thank you, without you and your compliments, your encouragements and your way of steering me away from chocolate and other temptations I'd still be that chunky bastage above. My main trouble was work and my eating habits there, you helped me through that and my breakfast nowadays is normal as oppose to a fried one, chowing down on a can of coke and a chocolate bar and then going "Why am I so fat?! I have no idea why." Seriously Charlotte, I owe my socially acceptable size to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My Wii Fit: There is nothing more encouraging than seeing your weight plotted against a chart and how well you're doing since you started. Okay yes I have my bad days, I have days when I don't lose any weight, days when I've lost half a pound or days where I've gained two. DO NOT WEIGH YOURSELF EVERY DAY, it will only make you miserable when you've had a bad day or two. I found my trick was to weigh myself every 5-6 days (as I couldn't last a week) and I constantly saw myself losing 1-2 (sometimes even 3) lbs every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Set realistic deadlines. So I set 9st 5lbs as my ideal weight to be achieved by 23rd Feb 2009. I'm very close, considering that's only just over a week away. I want to lose a little more after that but I'll be focusing more so on toning myself up rather than large amounts of weight loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Smaller people; bigger differences. Okay, so I'm 5ft 3". A stone of weight on someone my height, can look like 2-3 stone on someone who's 6ft. Never look at your weight downwards, it always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;makes your belly look bigger. Look at it side on, use a mirror, what looks like a huge belly can in fact be a little podge. I estimate that my remaining amount of belly fat is only about 4-5lbs. The bad side is? The majority of my first stone of weight? came straight off my ass and legs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Never give up. Okay, there are bad days and there are good days, there are days when you go out for pizza, or you have takeaway, or you go to a restaurant or you sit around doing nothing. Don't worry about it. There are days when you don't do as well, don't jump off the horse just because it's slowed to a walking pace, stick with it and in the end you'll start to be incredibly proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZhh1nuZqSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Nbw0Q06bhnQ/s1600-h/now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZhh1nuZqSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Nbw0Q06bhnQ/s320/now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303096135053322530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;was me on Friday 13th Feb 2009. I think I look thinner, I definately feel thinner, I feel lighter and I feel happier in myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weight loss goes by and I finally reach my target during which I feel comfortable and happy. I will post pictures of the before, during and after photos. Consider this one a 'during' photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a few truths during weight loss that helped me too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I have this thing called a neck now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can see my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Weight loss doesn't meant skipping on food, it means lots of exercise and eating sensibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Terry's Chocolate Oranges don't count as part of your five a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;neither do chips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;or cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;or toffee apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're planning on losing weight, I wish you well, I wish you good luck and believe me, it can be done! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-2420661470110339574?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/2420661470110339574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/straw-that-broke-camels-fat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/2420661470110339574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/2420661470110339574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/straw-that-broke-camels-fat.html' title='The straw that broke the Camel&apos;s fat'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZhY49ceJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iDfmzFD-EqI/s72-c/bah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-3115822495318276201</id><published>2009-02-15T15:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:14:44.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Okay so this was a poem I wrote for a friend at Christmas to give to their other half. I thought it'd be worthwhile sharing it on here and posting one every sunday. If you like, say so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt;In the cold and winter air,&lt;br /&gt;there is a place I know somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever  the weather and whatever the time,&lt;br /&gt;I know there is reason to this  rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this place is oh so dear,&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how far it's  always near.&lt;br /&gt;A place I know where we're never apart,&lt;br /&gt;That intimate place I  know is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fire we'll safely sit,&lt;br /&gt;watching things pass  bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in your arms I'll stay with you,&lt;br /&gt;you help me to see all  that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the time with christmas cheer,&lt;br /&gt;you're my best friend  my lover and oh so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a place for us,&lt;br /&gt;to see  what future holds and thus,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this that my love,&lt;br /&gt;I believe you  are sent from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this christmas snow and rain,&lt;br /&gt;english  misery, such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;Know that my presents are with what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;My heart  and my love, you always steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my boyfriend, at this time of  year,&lt;br /&gt;go and grab yourself an ice cold beer,&lt;br /&gt;I'll cook the dinner, clean  your clothes,&lt;br /&gt;while you watch your TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder how this will  change,&lt;br /&gt;for it doesn't seem that strange.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise oh so  strong,&lt;br /&gt;you've been doing this all year long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, my  dearest man,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give you all that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-3115822495318276201?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/3115822495318276201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3115822495318276201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3115822495318276201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-1.html' title='Poem #1'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1345712202653813230.post-3706342140178823158</id><published>2009-02-15T15:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:05:26.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has to start somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone has to start somewhere&lt;/span&gt;" they say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone has to utter one word, say one thing or they stay un-noticed, in perfect silence and ne'er heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be your cup of tea? this may not be? Heh, some are thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh gawd, I don't even like tea." &lt;/span&gt;Right now I'm thinking I need something stronger to drink, Mateus Rosé wine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I give kudos to a few friends of mine for encouraging me to start this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye; over at &lt;a href="http://panphobia.hemlis.net/"&gt;Panphobia&lt;/a&gt;, encouraged me when I roughly mentioned the word 'blog' and was like 'Do eeeet.' Hopefully this'll be a clarion call from which I can vent my thoughts, feelings, frustrations and so such and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell, who for all intents and purposes may never read this, but incase you do, thank you for showing your dedication to writing your own diary for many a year now. It's encouraged me to show some form of dedication to penning my own thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song of the week this week? Miracle! - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not going to let you give up on a miracle, because it might save you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1345712202653813230-3706342140178823158?l=twilightrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/3706342140178823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-has-to-start-somewhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3706342140178823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1345712202653813230/posts/default/3706342140178823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilightrevelations.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-has-to-start-somewhere.html' title='Everyone has to start somewhere...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07911681517601819368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QPyXM5baRME/SZgzveqjKLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sppw_e2_THs/S220/grass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
