<?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-31138314</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:50.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sholihin Show</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-4148571409489019140</id><published>2007-03-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:16:17.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you're the one mistake/ i really didn't mind/ so beautiful, unmerciful/ it took me down/ you fake it easy just to please me/ don't you know/ it's not like i haven't tried over and over again/ sleepless nights, wrong or right/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling girl. you look so pretty and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;you look just like mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud to have you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;so harmless, nobody's gonna harm you.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that'll harm you is us, me and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;mummy told me she doesnt feel the same way as she felt before.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes shit just happens, but i'll never be able to forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy doesnt treat me as nice no more.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i gave her my everything. i gave in to her demands.&lt;br /&gt;i sacrificed so many things just to please her.&lt;br /&gt;some she never knew.&lt;br /&gt;i gave her the world. i knew no limits.&lt;br /&gt;and she's that one person i'm willing to die for.&lt;br /&gt;i think me and mummy met for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful to Him.&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta do what's best for us.&lt;br /&gt;some things are just more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;i've cried a river. i've bled a stream.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like the hallway to happiness has faded.&lt;br /&gt;when you're old enough to understand or feel what love is, always remember that i love mummy so much. i love her with all my heart and soul. i'd love her till my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;and i love you too. we both love you.&lt;br /&gt;dont forget to spew your milk out on grand dad's shirt if he feeds you.&lt;br /&gt;take care of mummy when i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go now. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;tell mummy i've been missing her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;tell her i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cocks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-4148571409489019140?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/4148571409489019140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/4148571409489019140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-one-mistake-i-really-didnt-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-1032044189756311920</id><published>2007-03-17T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:43:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and i know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long/ but i promise this is on a whole new plane/ i can tell by the way she says my name/ i love the way she calls my phone/ she even got her very own ringtone/ if that ain't love then i don't know what love is/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jokes we did on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first movie we ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we held hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time we hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feels like the very first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly, fucking do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-1032044189756311920?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1032044189756311920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1032044189756311920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-i-know-you-heard-last-song-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-1274555406195711532</id><published>2007-03-10T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:59:08.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pride can stand a thousand trials/ the strong will never fall/ but watching stars without you, my soul cries/ heaving heart is full of pain/ oh, oh the aching/ 'cause i'm kissing you, / i'm kissing you/ touch me deep, pure, and true/ give to me forever/ 'cause i'm kissing you, / i'm kissing you/ where are you now?/ where are you now?/ 'cause i'm kissing you/ i'm kissing you/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that this will not be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my motivation, inspiration in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never tasted anything like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a prisoner, serving his sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have now is only photos of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only reminisce about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are not going to be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand. but i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you god, for sending her down from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never thanked you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-1274555406195711532?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1274555406195711532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1274555406195711532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/pride-can-stand-thousand-trials-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-1220296217674759870</id><published>2007-03-10T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:21:20.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there ain’t no more satan to impeach your soul/ he can’t affect you, he can dissect you/ and change your mind/ bad thoughts can direct you/ defects can be gains/ your worries are tainted/ mistakes can be saints/ cause they can correct you/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at six in the morning, i was still * ___________________*. i fell asleep soon after. but i woke up at around seven; i dreamt that she called. i literally stood up. there wasnt any call. i couldnt stop * _______________*. and it happened again at eight. i got up and reached for the phone. it was just a dream. i couldnt sleep after that. i just * ________________* and ________________*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-1220296217674759870?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1220296217674759870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/1220296217674759870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-aint-no-more-satan-to-impeach.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-5438948281230960847</id><published>2007-03-09T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:35:05.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if this is true love, you wouldn't do what you did last time/ you wouldn't screw up this time, cause this time/ i'm telling you what, you do it again *______________ *, no matter what/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one person i cant live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows how much i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never seemed, never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't stop * _______________________ * till you come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so exhausted. i get shitted on every fucking day. i cant even get a good night's sleep when i have the chance to. i'm always under constant attacks. i coughed out fresh blood this morning. i'm at the extreme point where i could just say, "fuck it. i'm done". but when it comes to that one special person, i'd do anything just to see that beautiful smile. i was even willing to go beyond the limits. how much can one take? that wasnt even an issue at all. the fact that i sacrificed everything just to be with that one person, i knew s/he was the perfect one. i reflected back on myself. no matter what she did, no matter what drama it was, i was always there to catch her when she falls. but i screwed up, again. and there's no turning back. i'm willing to change all that. i know i've said it so many times. i'm just human. and you are too. that's why i always run back to your arms time and again. and for now, i beg for you to come back. i'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be with me by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought you are the one i've been waiting for all these while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-5438948281230960847?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/5438948281230960847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/5438948281230960847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-this-is-true-love-you-wouldnt-do.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-4981844998598052882</id><published>2007-03-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:43:45.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's a fucking zoo out here/ these fucking chimpanzees, fucking monkeys talking about me/ it's the first to the mud, bitch/ bitches out on the curb, i'm like "look at these dunks"/ bunch of fucking jackasses/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all talk, no cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucking coward. tell me who you are and i'll make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking coward. pussy punk ass fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loose leaf, your whole persona's weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the guy your father never was, or could've been fucking your dead grandmother, had to struggle six feet up, out her grave to * censored * just because i refuse to pick up the shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the whole dictionary written on my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold up, hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about putting some words in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak now or forever hold a dick in your mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-4981844998598052882?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/4981844998598052882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/4981844998598052882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-fucking-zoo-out-here-these-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-7749780720202275994</id><published>2007-03-01T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:34:51.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking dummies/ this ain't chess/ you playing motherfuckin checkers/ this shit is all day man it's too easy/ you 'bout to get your motherfucking asses jumped/ fucking punks/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just where the hell are they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-7749780720202275994?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/7749780720202275994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/7749780720202275994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/03/fucking-dummies-this-aint-chess-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-3016754101230461747</id><published>2007-02-24T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T08:38:39.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they say that every man grows up to marry his own mother/ which would explain why you're such a motherfucking bitch/ you're the ink to my paper/ where my pen is to my pad/ the moral, the very fiber/ you are the word i am looking for when i'm trying to describe how i feel inside/ and the right one just won't come to my mind/ the bitch who never took half/ the wife who never divorce me/ you let me beat the shit out of you/ before you beat the shit out of me/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-3016754101230461747?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/3016754101230461747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/3016754101230461747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-say-that-every-man-grows-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-117056107635104737</id><published>2007-02-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:52:46.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;where you are the one, the one that lies close to me/ whispers, "hello, i miss you quite terribly"/ i fell in love, in love, with you suddenly/ now there's no place else, I could be, but, here in your arms/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what if, you've painted a pretty picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and you decide to crush it and throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what are you gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-117056107635104737?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/117056107635104737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/117056107635104737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-you-are-one-one-that-lies-close.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116995918671785639</id><published>2007-01-27T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:44:56.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's a pretty girl/ she's always falling down/ and i think i just fell in love with her/ but she won't ever remember, remember/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i close my eyes, see the whole world pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and time stands still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all i think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tears roll down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;knowing you dont know how much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in your eyes i see your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in my eyes you didnt see mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116995918671785639?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116995918671785639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116995918671785639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/01/shes-pretty-girl-shes-always-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116969328837607398</id><published>2007-01-25T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:13:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;please understand/ this isn't just goodbye/ this is i can't stand you/ this is where the road crashed into the ocean/ it rises all around me/ and now we're barely breathing/ a thousand faces we'll choose to ignore/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seek for shelter&lt;br /&gt;zero hour, i am overpowered&lt;br /&gt;hymns and melodies&lt;br /&gt;life begins when you speak&lt;br /&gt;words so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful as the joy you portray&lt;br /&gt;a little too late&lt;br /&gt;impressed with horror&lt;br /&gt;a vile venomous hate you painted so much&lt;br /&gt;and i scream in desperation&lt;br /&gt;i pray you would come back home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and she wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sweet memories we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thru thick and thin we'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;together you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hand in hand walking in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the day i die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tears roll down my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;as i reminisce the times of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;in my memory it lies still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and unchanged for it will be eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116969328837607398?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116969328837607398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116969328837607398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-understand-this-isnt-just.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116964362404475842</id><published>2007-01-24T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:02:42.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;i remember everything that you claimed/ you said that you were moving on now/ maybe i should do the same/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love can be glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's more to life, than love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just showed me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116964362404475842?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116964362404475842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116964362404475842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-remember-everything-that-you-claimed.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116697099707633784</id><published>2006-12-24T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T06:36:37.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amongst the vending machines/ and year old magazines/ in a place where we only say goodbye/ it stung like a violent wind/ that our memories depend/ on a faulty camera in our minds/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, does life feels so empty when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of what sarah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that love is watching someone die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subliminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down to my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah. sarah who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116697099707633784?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116697099707633784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116697099707633784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/amongst-vending-machines-and-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116623621225430961</id><published>2006-12-15T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:06:30.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;and the dogs were whistling a new tune/ barking at the new moon/ hoping it would come soon/ so that they could die/ the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day/ till the feeling went away/ the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping/ and the rainfall forgot how to bring salvation/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a break for a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're banging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we've been listening to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you been saying, he was saying, she been saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've been spraying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherfuckers, talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from '06 through in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is shazana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116623621225430961?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116623621225430961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116623621225430961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-dogs-were-whistling-new-tune.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116564566861056112</id><published>2006-12-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:45:52.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;when it get's real loud/ i get even louder/ gotta turn me on/ get my dick even harder/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so, what if i never hold you, or kiss your lips again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so i never want to leave you and the memories of us to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i beg, don't leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you make me hot/ make me touch the ceiling/ can you read my mind/ can you give me that feeling/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116564566861056112?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116564566861056112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116564566861056112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-it-gets-real-loud-i-get-even.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116385596936864922</id><published>2006-11-18T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:22:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i go crazy/ when i look in your eyes/ i still go crazy/ my heart just can't hide that old feeling inside/ way deep down inside/ oh, baby, you know when i look in your eyes/ i go crazy/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to share your troubles with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not leaving you alone in the lurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i aint going anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two is always better than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sail through tough times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116385596936864922?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116385596936864922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116385596936864922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-go-crazy-when-i-look-in-your-eyes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116367488161035242</id><published>2006-11-16T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:02:42.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i'm so wrong/ how can you listen all night long?/ now will it matter long after i'm gone?/ because you never learn a god damn thing/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm getting married next month. i'm gonna be a daddy soon. and a husband to a lovely, beautiful young lady. and we're expecting a girl. with the face just like her mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing with you, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to you sweetheart, i love you so much. let's get down to it. let's make that happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116367488161035242?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116367488161035242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116367488161035242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-im-so-wrong-how-can-you-listen-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116152615187146443</id><published>2006-10-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:30:08.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;red do plots, murder schemes/ 32, shotguns regulate with my dunns/ 17 rocks gleam from one ring/ let me let you bitches know one thing/ there's one life, one love, so there can only be one king/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116152615187146443?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116152615187146443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116152615187146443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-do-plots-murder-schemes-32.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116076849829089119</id><published>2006-10-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:12:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;as i combine all the juice on my mind/ kill them, kill them, get me back on the line/ powerful impact, move on the track/ contact! grady, guess who's back/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;welcome to the loser's convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it includes friends, her, relatives; or maybe even you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she asked her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who's prettier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, herself or the girl. the friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not wanting to hurt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, told her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that she's prettier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and her ego got big, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that she's the better looking one. and then the friend met up with her friend and the girl. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;told them and laughed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all about it. now she's really believing those words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her friend had lied to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she's prettier. even her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monstrous, giant, oh-my-fucking-god-is-that-a-black-zila cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thinks she's better looking than the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the body odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help these people in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116076849829089119?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116076849829089119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116076849829089119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-i-combine-all-juice-on-my-mind-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-116015896567988101</id><published>2006-10-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:43:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i still can't sleep/ took some medicine/ but it's not working/ someone's clinging to me/ and it's bittersweet/ cause s&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;he's head over heels/ but it ain't that deep/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the top feels so much better than the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so much better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bitch, you's a window shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad at me, i think i know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch, you's a window shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeking at me when i walk by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch you're a window shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to grow up, dont even bother trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch, you's a window shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard when i saw you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fif-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-116015896567988101?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116015896567988101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/116015896567988101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-still-cant-sleep-took-some-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115954901203180803</id><published>2006-09-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:06:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's okay to be angry and never let go/ it only gets harder, the more that you know/ when you get lonely, if no one's around/ you know that i'll catch you when you're falling down/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy 3rd month anniversary darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad to have come this far with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still make me nervous and you wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my lovely convict, when can we meet for an inspection again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep tight darling. and sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115954901203180803?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115954901203180803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115954901203180803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-okay-to-be-angry-and-never-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115938016926359462</id><published>2006-09-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:35:30.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he will do one of two things/ he will admit to everything/ or he will say he is just not the same/ and you begin to wonder why you came/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. pfft. pfft. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right on your fucking eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a spit, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115938016926359462?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115938016926359462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115938016926359462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/he-will-do-one-of-two-things-he-will.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115920375769603979</id><published>2006-09-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:09:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say he was a monster from birth, so fuck it/ i'll just a lean warn-os them hoes/ i suppose i took on the street life/ even though my mother told me i could be otherwise/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake and brownie. candles. one missing blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sang to me. with such lovely voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents. must be costly. i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday pictures with candles on invinsible cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took so much effort for this day. i'm so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the waiter couldnt resist spilling coke on my god damn shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all good. she was there to remind me to be patient. i swear i could've cussed and swing at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one golden moment i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one more thing. she's perfect. more than you could ever imagine. definitely much more beautiful than you. not that you are anyway. what do you have, bitch? i think you need a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve it more than anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115920375769603979?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115920375769603979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115920375769603979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/they-say-he-was-monster-from-birth-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115898179862085322</id><published>2006-09-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:58:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us/ straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious/ thug ass bitches that love to bust, it's strange to us/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i *****. for days. for i fear of losing that one girl whom i love so much. i was stumbling. i was a mess. i cant believe i fucking *****. i've never felt anything like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i need you baby. i fucking need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life, in your hands. don't you ever let go. and i cherish every moment with you; every part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt want to share this with you. but i just did. it was hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys do cry, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115898179862085322?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115898179862085322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115898179862085322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/armed-and-dangerous-aint-too-many-can.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115802521956764440</id><published>2006-09-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:27:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doesn't take much for me to race up/ and stank up when motherfuckers hate your guts/ you don't even gotta say much/ for me to put a pen to a blank sheet of paper/ like smearing blood stains with a paint brush/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant even write shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant even spell shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is you, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a pussy, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont play with the big toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i supposed to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115802521956764440?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115802521956764440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115802521956764440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/doesnt-take-much-for-me-to-race-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115774327356731318</id><published>2006-09-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:41:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i never knew that everything was falling through/ that everyone i knew was waiting on a queue/ to turn and run when all i needed was the truth/ and suddenly i become a part of your past/ i'm becoming the part that don't last/ i'm losing you and it's effortless/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what do i see in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what do you see in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115774327356731318?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115774327356731318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115774327356731318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-never-knew-that-everything-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115721891887332700</id><published>2006-09-02T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T10:42:31.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sky glows/ i see it shining when my eyes close/ i hear your warnings but we both know/ i'm gonna look at it again/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at ten in the morning. searched for the phone on the bed. "morning hun...", i messaged her. as i guessed, the sleeping beauty was still in dream land. my phone beeped about half and hour later. it was her, "morning baby". i smiled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad told me my aunt just underwent a leg operation and had asked me to visit her at the hospital. shit, i thought to myself. i wouldnt want to delay my meeting with the girlfriend. i left home early that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the visit, i rushed down to town. she had reached the station already. i felt bad, should had left earlier. we headed down to the esplanade; had a couple of laughs, wrestled and took pictures of ourselves. we kissed. she was simply irresistable. so i kissed her again. it was a special moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was getting late. time for her to head back home. i sulked. "how i wish the day wouldnt end", i said to her. i just didnt wanna part with her. not now nor ever. we soon reached her place. i bid her goodbye and there she was gone. i sighed. my turn to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wait, let's rewind back to the time when we kissed. and pause it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115721891887332700?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115721891887332700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115721891887332700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/sky-glows-i-see-it-shining-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115677910383425193</id><published>2006-08-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:40:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws/ the way she climbs up and down them poles/ looking like one of them pretty cat dolls/ tryna hold my woody back through my drawers/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing that can happen to you is to have your girlfriend coming over to your place, said she needed to use the toilet and finds shit in the cubicle. because you forgot to flush down your shit earlier that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115677910383425193?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115677910383425193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115677910383425193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/pedicure-manicure-kitty-cat-claws-way.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115655439394048848</id><published>2006-08-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:07:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;quit wasting my time/ and what would you've got to say/ well things have got to change/ say this just isn't right/ i don't wanna have to fight/ and i think i'd better go/ cause this ain't working out any more/ and i'm sorry/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihustle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke, tobacco and mixtapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he's been losing a lot of sleep lately; on times when he doesnt take them pills. he tried to loosen up a little bit. let some things off of the mind. but it kept recurring back and forth. back and forth, and he tossed and turned. even the sheets loses its place on bed. music doesnt seem to work anymore. nothing could put him to sleep naturally. he's in an eminent danger. alert red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was obsessed. a break up or two had done him some damage. men never take him seriously. he was vengeful. did seem apt. enough to have a faggot with a crowbar stucked to his nose, his neck on a vice-grip and a chain saw running through his crotch. all chained up. he wont struggle because he knows he cant. begging for his life which was never meant to be. tearing tears of pain. breathing for hope. a rude awakening. that taunting ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tossed her phone aside as she lay down comfortably in bed. her eyes were closing. playing tricks on her. then came a message on her cell. the boy had wished her good night. she took off to dream land. nobody knew what happened to her in dream land. guess the boy will have to wait till she lands back on her bed again. he is missing her. but she never knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115655439394048848?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115655439394048848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115655439394048848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/quit-wasting-my-time-and-what-would.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115592300380989944</id><published>2006-08-18T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:14:11.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt; mother·fucking adj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&gt; n : insulting terms of address for people who are stupid or irritating or ridiculous [syn: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=asshole"&gt;asshole&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=bastard"&gt;bastard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cocksucker"&gt;cocksucker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dickhead"&gt;dickhead&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=shit"&gt;shit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=mother%20fucker"&gt;mother fucker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=prick"&gt;prick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=whoreson"&gt;whoreson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=son%20of%20a%20bitch"&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=sob"&gt;SOB&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to teach you a little bit on the principles of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one, a motherfucker is normally referred to a guy. but in other exceptional times, it could also refer to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two, it's best to keep your fucking mouth shut. well not exactly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;it may prove to be costly in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three, most guys can or do sweet talk. let you in on a secret, i still have not mastered the skill of sweet talking till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four, shit happens. and i'm feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five, never hurt the one you love. i may have hurt someone deeply; i've hurt her enough already. but i'm not gonna show anyone that i've lost. i am trying hard every fucking day to prove my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six. suicide is not always the easiest way out. sometimes i wish i'd die. i guess i have a reason to live life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115592300380989944?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115592300380989944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115592300380989944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/motherfucking-adj.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115506523552124009</id><published>2006-08-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:30:29.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you go/ i wanna go with you/ and if you die, i wanna die with you/ take your hand and walk away/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;remember the question i asked you about whether you can marry a dead person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was after you asked me what will i do if you die one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've answered your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fret the day i won't be able to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart won't rest till i see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, thinking of you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115506523552124009?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115506523552124009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115506523552124009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-if-you-go-i-wanna-go-with-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115419286363178429</id><published>2006-07-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:07:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;touch me deep, pure, and true/ give to me forever/ cause i'm kissing you/ i'm kissing you/ watching stars without you, my soul cries/ heaving heart is full of pain/ oh, the aching/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i looked at the time on my phone. it showed 2336 hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was on the line with her. i couldnt wait for midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for today is our first month together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was shy. i wanted to tell her how joyful i am with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i cant seem to be able to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;words cant describe how i feel towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the adrenaline rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;then, i get weak when you come near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that's her. someone to call my own.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i've been stupid and naive too. i dont wanna hurt you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i hope there'll be many, many more anniversaries to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i love you. with all my heart and soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115419286363178429?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115419286363178429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115419286363178429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/touch-me-deep-pure-and-true-give-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115402236071312672</id><published>2006-07-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:31:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please just don't play with me/ my paper heart will bleed/ this wait for destiny won't do/ be with me please i beseech you/ simple things that make you run away/ catch you if i can/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i was completely stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazed. fazed. by her. whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder, "how the fuck did i get here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i look at myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned away before my eyes could actually get a glimpse of the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecure, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i love her with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to ever let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flaws. i may not be the perfect boy for a girl like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i fear you might be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115402236071312672?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115402236071312672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115402236071312672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesholihinshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-just-dont-play-with-me-my-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>sholihin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31138314.post-115290592979142578</id><published>2006-07-14T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:38:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's like loading a bullet and aiming the gun at my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid can i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave us alone, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31138314-115290592979142578?l=thesholihinshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31138314/posts/default/115290592979142578'/><link rel='self' 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