<?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-10960147</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:41:11.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon Chopsticks and the Fire Portraits</title><subtitle type='html'>Believing is better than otherwise because then you put everything in the realm of possibilities.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-116099317862983580</id><published>2006-10-16T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T03:07:25.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang tatlong alibaba part 2</title><content type='html'>lumipas ang panahon na parang hindi. ah. ano raw? basta! lumipas ang panahon, tumanda na ang tatlong alibaba at nagkaroon na ng sari-sariling pamilya. guminhawa naman ang buhay ng ating mga bida. nakapagpatayo sila ng condo. (teka, sigurado ka, condo?) oo! condo nga. sila ang nag-imbento ng condo. basta! magkakapitbahay ang tatlong alibaba. si alibaba ay may tatlong anak na lalaki. at pinangalanan nya itong alibaba, alibaba, at alibaba. si alibaba at alibaba naman ay may tig-isang anak na babae, si ali at si baba. basta! isang araw, naimbitahan si alibaba na pumunta sa palasyo ng hari. pero nahihirapan na akong mag-isip. aalis na rin ako. kaya itutuloy na lang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-116099317862983580?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/116099317862983580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=116099317862983580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/116099317862983580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/116099317862983580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2006/10/ang-tatlong-alibaba-part-2.html' title='ang tatlong alibaba part 2'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-115028349237735904</id><published>2006-06-14T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T04:11:32.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang tatlong alibaba part 1</title><content type='html'>nung unang panahon, may tatlong alibaba. ang mga pangalan nila ay alibaba, alibaba at alibaba. nakitira sila sa isang munting kubo malapit sa ilog. ang ilog na ito ay tinatawag na kalum, na ang ibig sabihin ay 'oo.' ang tatlong alibabang ito ay nabubuhay sa pagtatanim ng palay na syang ibinebenta sa palengke malapit sa palasyo ng haring kuba. ngunit malupit ang haring kuba. hindi pinapayagan ang sinumang magbenta sa palengke kung hindi magbabayad ng napakalaking buwis. kaya maliit lamang ang kinikita ng tatlong alibaba sa pagbebenta ng kanilang palay. isang araw, may nakitang matandang babaeng bulag na nakahandusay sa daan si alibaba. dinala nya ang matandang babaeng bulag na nakahandusay sa daan sa kanilang bahay. tamang tama naman at pauwi galing sa pag-iigib ng tubig si alibaba nang makita nya si alibabang bitbit ang matandang babaeng bulag. 'saan mo sya nakita? anong nangyari sa kanya?' ang tanong ni alibaba kay alibaba habang inihiga nila ang matandang babaeng bulag sa kama. 'nakita ko sya nakahandusay sa daan' ang sagot ni alibaba. kakagigising lamang ng matandang babaeng bulag nang dumating si alibaba. binihisan nila at pinakain ang matandang babaeng bulag. 'salamat sa inyong kabutihan mga ginoo. hayaan nyo ako naman ang magbigay sa inyo. ito ay isang kwintas. at itong bato nito ay galing sa luha ng haribon. sana'y magbigay ito ng swerte sa inyo.' ang sabi ng matandang babaeng bulag. 'wag na lang po. ayos na po sa amin ang makita kang gumaling.' ang sabi ni alibaba. 'para sa inyo talaga yan. dahil mabuti ang inyong kalooban.' ang sabi ng matandang babaeng bulag. 'sige na nga.' ang sabi naman ni alibaba. at pagkasabi nya iyon ay nawala ang matanda. 'ayos sa special effects ah.' ang sabi ni alibaba. 'tungeks, magic yun.' ang sabi naman ni alibaba. 'hindi nyo ba naiintindihan, isa syang diwata at binigyan nya tayo ng agimat.' ang sabi ni alibaba. pero ang hindi nila nalalaman ay walang himala. (itutuloy...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-115028349237735904?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/115028349237735904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=115028349237735904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/115028349237735904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/115028349237735904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2006/06/ang-tatlong-alibaba-part-1.html' title='ang tatlong alibaba part 1'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-112891664366912257</id><published>2005-10-09T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:01:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kunwari seryoso</title><content type='html'>"walang mangyayari sa ating pagtahak sa landas ng pagkaingat, iiba ako ng daan." - jose rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was meant for great things, but great things start, yeah yeah, from &lt;br /&gt;small beginnings. like what that milo commercial tells us. but more &lt;br /&gt;importantly, great things start from taking a risk. it is the first &lt;br /&gt;step of the saga. afterall, if there are no risks involved, however &lt;br /&gt;hard you try, everything you can do will just be plainly good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was meant for great things. and no, i will not live in my security &lt;br /&gt;blanket any longer. things are getting too crowded in there anyway. i &lt;br /&gt;may disappoint the great expectations everybody has been looking &lt;br /&gt;forward to. but i have found a way to fly. there are no shortcuts, and &lt;br /&gt;the journey will be tough but in the end, the trip is what makes it &lt;br /&gt;worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was meant for great things. and it is time for the black bird to &lt;br /&gt;fly, however broken its wings may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-112891664366912257?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/112891664366912257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>The Man Who</title><content type='html'>lonely the man who weeps&lt;br /&gt;the moon cries over the gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;a star shines dully it seems&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who weeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who cries&lt;br /&gt;the winter fills the air with summer lies&lt;br /&gt;a leaf blooms beautifully then dies&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who frowns&lt;br /&gt;the grasses wither to the shades of browns&lt;br /&gt;a fish swims radically then drowns&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who sobs&lt;br /&gt;his heart, broken, painfully throbs&lt;br /&gt;a look upon the light the night robs&lt;br /&gt;lonely the ma who sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who sniffles&lt;br /&gt;the cats take the half-eaten waffles&lt;br /&gt;a mark against an unevitable downfall&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who sniffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who whimpers&lt;br /&gt;the struggles continue with uncontrollable temper&lt;br /&gt;a stone skips once more in the river&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man who whimpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely the man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-112786012753078680?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/112786012753078680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=112786012753078680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112786012753078680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112786012753078680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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naghihintay?' sabi nya oo. tinanong ko kung bakit. ang sabi nya naman e kasi bibili raw ako sa kanya ng tocino. sabi ko, ' e anak naman ng tokwang binalot sa candy wrapper. ayoko ngang bumili.' sabi nya, 'bibili ka sa ayaw mo at sa gusto.' kaya bumili nga ako. sabi nya e. tapos anak ng kumag na chocolate, kulang yung sinukli nya sa akin. e di bumalik ako. kaso wala na ang gagong pusit. umalis na raw sabi nung ghostbuster na napadaan. wala na akong nagawa. naisip ko piso lang naman e hayaan ko na. syempers, pag dating sa bahay e niluto ko ang binili kong tocino. laking gulat ko nung kakainin ko na sya na lasa syang fried chicken! anak ng kulangot! nagoyo ako. parang nung kumain ako kina roger's, lasang inihaw na bangus yung fried chicken nila. bwisit talagang buhay 'to! tapos uulan pa. sabagay sabi nga ni murphy. di ko lang alam kung si eddie o si robocop. kaso eddie e si eddie gil yun. si robocop siguro. sabi nya, what can go wrong, will go wrong. 'di ko alam kung tama yun pero wrong e. baka mali. ewan ko. ang gulo. naguguluhan ka na no? haha. binasa mo kasi to e. ang haba haba binasa mo pa rin. yan ang napala mo. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-112709658671129230?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/112709658671129230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=112709658671129230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112709658671129230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112709658671129230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/09/ang-katotohanan.html' title='Ang Katotohanan'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-112709595780628708</id><published>2005-09-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:12:37.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aanhin pa ang kabayo?</title><content type='html'>tahimik. walang kibo ang karamihan habang nasasaksihan ang pagkamatay ng bida ng pelikula. isang normal na biyernas lamang sana iyon, pero iyun din ang unang araw ng pagpapalabas ng pelikula ng taon. nakatuon ang atensyon ng lahat sa palabas nang may umutot. matunog ang utot. malakas. rinig ng lahat. nagulat ang lahat at tila bumalik sa totoong mundo. hindi. bumalik nga talaga sila sa totoong mundo. mundong walang pakundangan. walang sinasanto. pero kailangang panoorin ang pelikula. gaano man kabaho ang utot. kailangang tiisin. dahil sa huli, masasanay din naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-112709595780628708?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/112709595780628708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=112709595780628708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112709595780628708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/112709595780628708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/09/aanhin-pa-ang-kabayo.html' title='aanhin pa ang kabayo?'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-110972575233251828</id><published>2005-03-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:47:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love and war</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it wouldn't take very long she said and i would very much like to kick her ass. i mean literally. i wasn't really in hurry for anything but for the love of Christ, i had been waiting for almost thirty minutes and still she seemed to think that she still had all the time in the world. women, i thought, how could they spend almost an hour taking a bath, half an hour picking a dress, and half an hour more putting it on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so finally, she came out looking more beautiful than when she came in but i really didn't care. i was too damn pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"are you angry?" she asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"no." i lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"i know you're angry," her voice was starting to get irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"well, if you know i'm angry then why did you ask me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"ah, i can't believe were having this conversation!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"well, you started it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"yeah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"yeah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"whatever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"whatever your face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"shut up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"you shut up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we really did shut up. for fifteen minutes we just stood near the car trying to look away from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"oooh. hawakan mo nga sa ilong." said a drunk man as he pointed at my girl's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for some reason, i did. i did lay my finger on her nose, which was a bad idea. she stared at me, looking like a tiger waiting for the right time to bite my head off. then, suddenly she touched my nose. no one touches my nose. i knew right then that this was war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-110972575233251828?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110972575233251828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=110972575233251828' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110972575233251828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110972575233251828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-love-and-war.html' title='in love and war'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-110972110400757196</id><published>2005-03-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:51:44.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this side up</title><content type='html'>magulo. hindi ko alam. ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nya &lt;em&gt;kilala ko na kung sino ka, magulo eh&lt;/em&gt;. at sampung minuto akong nag-isip kung ano ang ibig sabihin nun. &lt;em&gt;magulo nga siguro ako.&lt;/em&gt; sabi nila eh. marami na sila. siguro darami pa. malinaw naman sa akin ang lahat pero sa kung anong dahilan na hindi ko pa rin naiintindihan eh malabo para sa iba. &lt;em&gt;ang labo ko.&lt;/em&gt; hindi ko na siguro maiintidihan kung bakit pero kung puro &lt;em&gt;ewan ko sa 'yo&lt;/em&gt;, at &lt;em&gt;ang labo mo talaga&lt;/em&gt; ang sinasabi nila eh siguro totoo yun. hindi ko alam kung baka dahil lang may inaasahan na silang dapat kong gawin o sabihin kaya hindi na nila naiintindihan kung ano 'yung gusto ko talagang ipakita. siguro. siguro hindi. naisip ko lang 'yun. pasintabi sa mga kumakain. &lt;em&gt;o baka malabo lang siguro talaga ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko. hindi ko alam. magulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-110972110400757196?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110972110400757196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=110972110400757196' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110972110400757196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110972110400757196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-side-up.html' title='this side up'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-110955734800158535</id><published>2005-02-25T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:54:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faded</title><content type='html'>Have we forgotten about the dragons flying by? Or the inescapably beautiful phoenix bound to burn to ashes? Why? Neverland faded in sight. We were off for something much better but it was all a dream. It is just a dream. We can not escape it. The sky bleeds again in anger and everyone is too busy to notice it. We are more than this though. We are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-110955734800158535?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110955734800158535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=110955734800158535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110955734800158535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110955734800158535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/02/faded.html' title='Faded'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-110911860942750044</id><published>2005-02-22T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:41:56.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something cheesy</title><content type='html'>it was particularly for someone. it wasn't meant to be understood and i never wondered why. just another one of those fiery butterflies unknown to me. just something cheesy but you made it look so nice. you made it look so beautiful that i never turned away again. it was a symphony that i was never aware of. something i never thought i could hear. you let the angels fall from the stars because there's a place in heaven for the two of us tonight. don't worry i'll take you there. ayos! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-110911860942750044?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110911860942750044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=110911860942750044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110911860942750044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110911860942750044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-cheesy.html' title='something cheesy'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10960147.post-110895098824723473</id><published>2005-02-20T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:56:28.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was waiting something special but everything has been nothing but a cliché. &lt;em&gt;Words were flying out like endless rain into a paper cup&lt;/em&gt; but new thoughts had not materialized from it. Something became nothing when everything had been done. I wanted something I could disclose my own but everything is somebody else's already. Nothing is really special anymore. &lt;em&gt;But I will be waiting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10960147-110895098824723473?l=hijackmaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110895098824723473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10960147&amp;postID=110895098824723473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110895098824723473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10960147/posts/default/110895098824723473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hijackmaster.blogspot.com/2005/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>the hijackmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888009850971708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
