<?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-7934090</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:19:22.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934090.post-1030901277126986985</id><published>2007-02-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:22:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;I'm quite aware we're dying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the weather, but I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;And this February darkness has me hating everyone&lt;br /&gt;And I know I need your comfort, but this drama makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;And the longer I lay here I know it's harder to get up&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose another day here&lt;br /&gt;Lose another year here&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me something out there that's making sense&lt;br /&gt;And it's just another trend carefully hidden in your dress&lt;br /&gt;And the cycles never ending and the fashions overdone&lt;br /&gt;And the further that I run away, the further I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;to shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the fire on my apartment floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sixteen stories, I'd rather burn than fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fate that took us all by storm&lt;br /&gt;It's just the turn of a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goodbye, old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goodbye, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on&lt;br /&gt;You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These memories will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;cause life goes on, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays i love you&lt;br /&gt;Somedays i need you&lt;br /&gt;Somedays i just want to hate you&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;You need to know that i'll always love you,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to leave but i couldnt stay,&lt;br /&gt;Reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like things will never get better,&lt;br /&gt;We're both tired, i dont think we'll last another round of this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some things weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Eitherways,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get your fairytale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;But they said a hero'd save us .&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-1030901277126986985?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/1030901277126986985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=1030901277126986985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/1030901277126986985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/1030901277126986985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2007/02/d.html' title='d'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-116213870816626429</id><published>2006-10-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:43:58.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You should have done this long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; days pass so fast nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's nothing worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no, nothings certain anymore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dont promise me things you cant deliver&lt;br /&gt;&amp; why ain't you calling when i need you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Uncle Andy came over from Canada today, and i was pretty hostile to him because i didnt want him to see, but now i'm angry with myself because all i wanted to do was to talk give him a big hug and spend some time together, well i'll be seeing him in 24weeks, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Keeran mad me day today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=4][i]|||KIREN              playing the jealously game                              [/i][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;its fun disturbing my childhood crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it ain't hard to make my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; here's the really important part :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He was my childhood crush too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU CHILDHOOD BESTFRIEND (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp; i miss all the times we spent &amp;amp; its really sad to see us calrose gdners drifting.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can make it for trick or treating this tues,&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; . i just learnt something terrible!&lt;br /&gt;Keeran was the one responsible for Ronald's two broken arms!&lt;br /&gt;haha, FOUR years late but, oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE GIRLS OUT THERE&lt;br /&gt;this is KEERAN&lt;br /&gt;http://y-rated.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you crying is everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;Let it Die&lt;br /&gt;never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;Let it die&lt;br /&gt;never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;Let it die&lt;br /&gt;never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;(let it die,I never wanna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its too late now.&lt;br /&gt;No its not gonna work out anymore,&lt;br /&gt;so here's my goodbye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-116213870816626429?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/116213870816626429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=116213870816626429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/116213870816626429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/116213870816626429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-should-have-done-this-long-ago-its.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-116153194171824144</id><published>2006-10-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:45:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost in confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an ordinary day made special by a few special people in my life.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ldf ; Kelvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought that today would just be a ldf outing, like shopping and pigging out. But you guys really gave me a suprise. I never knew that you guys cared so much about me and planned this so long age. And as i said, it was just yesterday when i was feeling all along and insignificant. (too many other thoughts&amp;feelings so heck with it) So thankyou for spending thewhole afternoon with me and putting up with my constant cheating (: And really i hope you guys know how much this means to me. &amp;amp; i know that we will continue to stick together and grow closer. I love you people (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And you people mean so much to me i never want to let you go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know that i havent been a really good friend and i dont deserve all this but you need to know how greatful i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin : I'll know you'll never see this, but i'm sorry today was just a slipshot affair. And i'm sorry i dont have enough courage have a decent conversation or meal with you. And i know im not much of a friend, and i wish i could be a better friend, but it feels too goddamn awkward. Nevertheless, thankyou for all the presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its been too long since i've been kepping things all bottled up inside. And all these things just pile up inside, but no, i'm not gonna let them out. I rather let them tear me up inside and i'm sorry that these things make me such a bitter person at times. (sorry cinch&amp;many more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you know that the the reason i'm not talking you you is not because i dont care anymore, but there are just too many things that make me hesitate. And you cant expect me to make the first move when I dont even know whats happening or how you feel. And it feels like i'm paying a game without knowing the rules. I'm torn between the thoughts of holding on and the constant signs that tell me to let go. And most of all, i dont wanna hurt you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger than your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is my apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I killed myself from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears have pushed you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I wished for things that I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what I chase won't set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I get scared but I'm not crawlin' on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Everything's all wrong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's all wrong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the hell did I think I was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And stranger than your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take these things, so I don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm killing myself from the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now my head's been filled with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's hard to lead the life you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When all you luck's run out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's easy to forget, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you choke on the regrets, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who the hell did I think I was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stranger than your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;And all these thoughts you stole from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm not sure where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no where's home and I'm all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in love with things I tried to make you believe I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I &lt;s&gt;wouldn't&lt;/s&gt;would be the one to kneel before the dreams I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the dark and all the lies were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all the empty things disguised as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thankyou to those who wished (:&lt;br /&gt;though one day early .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-116153194171824144?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/116153194171824144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=116153194171824144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/116153194171824144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/116153194171824144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/10/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115557085967007273</id><published>2006-08-14T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:54:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e</title><content type='html'>School was slack. Cinch is fun! Wifey chased me around the bloody level and I had to go shoeless because she took them, so I took her pouch thingie. Rather hilarious, Tilda had to be the mediator, hoho. J8, Click. OMG, never watch a sad movies with me or Wifey cause we will cry like hell alot. Freaking embarrassing okay, plus i was blowing my nose, damn loudly =x Oh ya, lucien made me scream damn loudly in Ice Lemon Tee. Freaking embrassing. Okay that all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115557085967007273?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115557085967007273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115557085967007273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115557085967007273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115557085967007273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/e_14.html' title='e'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115557085812415601</id><published>2006-08-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:54:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e</title><content type='html'>School was slack. Cinch is fun! Wifey chased me around the bloody level and I had to go shoeless because she took them, so I took her pouch thingie. Rather hilarious, Tilda had to be the mediator, hoho. J8, Click. OMG, never watch a sad movies with me or Wifey cause we will cry like hell alot. Freaking embarrassing okay, plus i was blowing my nose, damn loudly =x Oh ya, lucien made me scream damn loudly in Ice Lemon Tee. Freaking embrassing. Okay that all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115557085812415601?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115557085812415601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115557085812415601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115557085812415601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115557085812415601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/e.html' title='e'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115536083108524439</id><published>2006-08-12T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:33:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long sweet summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So long sweet summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So long sweet summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now you're gracefully fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so I've been down with the cold for some time. Well and occasional fevers but I'm so proud of myself for pressing on and going for cca, although it wasnt as good as I hoped. Evaluation made partner&amp;I more determined to prove them wrong. We're definately not the best but we'll try and we know we'll see eye to eye one day, right? And, WIFEY, dont be angry! Yes I know you care that's why you wanted me to go home ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fancy this comming form a last-minute person like myself but, I HATE LAST MINTUE PEOPLE WHO CALL AT 11PM+++ AND EXPECT YOU TO HELP THEM INForm EVEYONE ABOUT CHANGES AND THEN EXPECT YOU TO DO THEM A FAVOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder how I managed to brush off all the signs and sink  myself deeper into this pit I've dug since oh so long ago. I guess my life is very much filled with confusion, deception, irony, contradiction and lie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yes I'm pretty happy that way. _, I miss your presence in my everday life so much, y'know? Somehow, after all this while, it seems like all we have is each other, like we've ended up right where we started and this rollercoaster ride was just a strain of my sainity&amp;yours, # .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; You, I still think You don't. But for some damn reason I need You to know that I still love You, I &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;nt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for that summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's cold where you're going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that you're heart's always warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And quite truthfully I'm drained. Physically and mentally.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115536083108524439?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115536083108524439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115536083108524439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115536083108524439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115536083108524439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='so long sweet summer'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115505441219849392</id><published>2006-08-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:26:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Put your emotions where your mouth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay, MANY SAID FLAG WAS GOOD ! :B&lt;br /&gt;Damn unexpected, it wasnt Char&amp;I's best raise, but nevertheless, I LOVE YOU CHAR, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and sorry for being late despite your morning call, thus making you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; krys said it was the best raise in np so far, this made char&amp;I very happy people ;D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry for hao lian-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WELL DONE SNNPCC ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then library with puay char val shiyun and vvn to plan JTC07. I'm excited, the beginning of yet another beautiful partnership :D Had the usual, oreo bing and tip top at the playground. hoho, I love THE FLAGBEARERS and our usual meal ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that partner&amp;I went to the coffee shop to discuss cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we were too darn lazy to walk back to the library. Damn funny, We(rateher I) kept laughing and we were like trying berhanti in the coffee shop. Well I like my partner loads, but I'm still damn scared we dont have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo qi&lt;/span&gt; you know! ): WE CAN DO IT! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM I THE ONLY FREAKING PERSON WHO MISSES OBS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really rather be an OBS instructor and isolate myself from the world, yeah, seems fun. I really miss Battuta like hell loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Regina Val Jun Fei Olivai Inez Si'en Jas Na Wang Yingchen Stephie Mich Nat Peiqi Jocelyn KENNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny how bonded we've become within 5 days. You guys are amazing, I love every single one of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do. I do. So hurt me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115505441219849392?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115505441219849392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115505441219849392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115505441219849392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115505441219849392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/pp.html' title='pp'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115486202811853561</id><published>2006-08-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:00:32.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh these few days have been bliss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VAL PUAY ME CHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we shall be the best flag raisers on national day(and probably one only ones). Omfg we had the greatest fun on friday composing songs and cheers and laughing. And holy shit, turning is damn impossible, at least on that platform. And char as threader is simply :B she scares me like shit and makes me laugh until I pee in my pants. And all four of us have googoogaga fun together, PARTNERS &lt;3  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we may not be the best but hoho, who cares!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUY! PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115486202811853561?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115486202811853561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115486202811853561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115486202811853561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115486202811853561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-these-few-days-have-been-bliss-val.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115461674484925671</id><published>2006-08-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:23:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll wait for the postman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To bring me a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I'll wait for the good Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks home, yes they make me think alot. Thoughts come. They hurt. But I refuse to think about it because it hurts too much and I'm plain childish and cowardly. Nat makes me laugh dang alot, esp during chinese and ongshan will give us these terrible stares. Today it was how lians talk, like kekes and wakakaka. Omg la, the way she pronounced it make it crack but we couldnt laugh out loud, rather hilarious. AND FOR THE LAST TIME, MY ENGLISH ISN'T THAT BAD! Yes i have terrible spelling and limited vocab, but i have no problems conversing in english. If she didnt say it during chinese I'd have screamed. Classroom deco was okay i guess, but it was evident which classes were the ones competing, like J F L G and the rest were, okay nevermind. And I dont know why but I miss shan's bimbo comments and weird stuff, well she'll back soon. Shit I own tons of homework. Aye Sandra, dont be like that! Char&amp;I are raising flag on national day, we're both bloody excited :B which means we wont have to be in the contingent practicing drills tmr, which is :DDDDDDDDDDD And hell, stop acting close lor, I know you fake one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I hate You. I do. I hate You so so much. But did You know I love You more? And so what if there are others better than You? I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay. Really you dont need to apologise, I just wish you'd share your feelings with someone, anyone. And yes, it was a bad mistake, but you can learn from it. Okay who am I to say this again. Oh gosh, please fix your phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I must be the lousiest sister in the whole damn world. I'm so sorry my most beloved brother, for forgetting your birthday ): And I'm late by two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL ONG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;if you see this then something must be terribly wrong. because how the hell would you know my blog?(Please tell me you dont)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this song hell lots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will promise myself I won't care&lt;br /&gt;distracting myself from your stare&lt;br /&gt;and I've seen this mistake once before&lt;br /&gt;with your games I will never fall for&lt;br /&gt;I've hung up my guns&lt;br /&gt;I won't kill again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna let you win&lt;br /&gt;but I'm tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;tired of fighting you&lt;br /&gt;and it's not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for my heart&lt;br /&gt;you know that I'm down&lt;br /&gt;but not the way you lie to me&lt;br /&gt;you tear it all apart and beg for me to say&lt;br /&gt;I sail off to sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down&lt;br /&gt;Make that sounds&lt;br /&gt;When you know it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Counting down&lt;br /&gt;Till you mess around&lt;br /&gt;When I know you can't ever change&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trembling?&lt;br /&gt;Throw it overboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I'm ready to we'll progress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down&lt;br /&gt;Make that sounds&lt;br /&gt;Break the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend it's not for never&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'll forget her&lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say she never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And look at it as learning&lt;br /&gt;And laugh about the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't live forever&lt;br /&gt;We don't belong together&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be all better&lt;br /&gt;One day when I can make it through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115461674484925671?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115461674484925671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115461674484925671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115461674484925671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115461674484925671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/08/ss.html' title='ss'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115435551027980756</id><published>2006-07-31T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:18:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She doesn't want to look anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Because everywhere she turns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The signs all point the same way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Confirming her worst fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I come here anymore. All I do here is type out a few meaningless words and underscore the words I've been dying to say, but oh well. I've learnt from Your mistakes, and I know quiet speaks best. In a blink of an eye, I dont know what's happened, and I suddenly feel that the only person I can trust is myself. And this distance between _&amp;I seem horrible, I remember when we were so close and now, I feel so foreign to everything that's happened to you. I guess I've been taking you for granted all this while, and it feels weird without you to fall back on, I miss the everydays I spent with you, so so much, you know? And to the two CWs, I'm so sorry I wasnt there when you needed someone, next time please call okay! And everywhere I look, it just brings me back to that same thought, yes the one I've been hoping was just another foolish thought, but I guess this time it's for real. And everytime I see the signs it cuts me deeper. It's for all the wrong reasons, I'm really in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just heard NAPFA challenge has been canceled, like wth, we trained for nothing! :/&lt;br /&gt;School's been hell, tests after test, yes, my PPR for this term is going to be so, ugh. Okay, I'm gonna be strong (: Ey, and suddenly I really miss St. Dominic's choir ): Shan didnt come to school today, i bet she pon lor. (right!) And I think all this trying to be hero is making me bitter inside, I guess I owe cindy an apology for being such a lousy table partner. You know I love you right Chia XinYu ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all who are upset and feeling like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight my heart is cold, lost in Your lies. Shallow advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115435551027980756?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115435551027980756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115435551027980756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115435551027980756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115435551027980756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-life.html' title='oh life.'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115417547015921896</id><published>2006-07-29T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:17:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cw</title><content type='html'>This is a very rushed post, but I REALLY NEED TO DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm very hypocritical, okay I'm sorry. Do you want me to say "oh very good for you, please continue, you know how much it helps right!"? I know I'm in no position to tell you not to do so, but you expect me to sit and watch? And dont say it's not the same thing, you know it is, it's all for the same reasons isn't it? If ou want me to rephase it, then fine, I dont like it when you do that either, it ruler thing. And you havent screwed all your friendships, no matter how strongly iggy and i feel about it, we'll always be here to listen, right iggy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115417547015921896?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115417547015921896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115417547015921896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115417547015921896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115417547015921896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/cw.html' title='cw'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115400761256816814</id><published>2006-07-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:40:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I use to be so sure, but now I dont know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115400761256816814?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115400761256816814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115400761256816814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115400761256816814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115400761256816814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/mmmm.html' title='mmmm'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115392882404774836</id><published>2006-07-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:47:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We spoke through silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Bio SPA today. I think I screwed it up bad. Like the only give away thing and I couldn't even do it properly. Chinese compo was screwded too, i wrote damn little. Literature and Chinese test tmr, and Geog test on friday, yay! Couldn't go for popcomm recess because of NAFA training ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do You want from me? What do You want me to be? A lover? A friend? Your confidant? Do You want me to be Your hero? Or do You want to be my escape? A stranger? You've got me so confused. And I can find no direction out. Sometimes I hate You. Sometimes I need You. Sometimes I feel guilty. Sometimes I dont know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Vivien, catch up soon, and you can  bring me to that emo corner, hope you'e fine, cheer up (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello Tan/lb, thankyou, you cheer up too! ps: Puay&amp;I have a far more exciting plan for our squad than namecards!&lt;br /&gt;Hello Pan, this is rare, I hope things are alright, you cheer up too (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello _ , didnt you promise me? I really hope you wont get hooked and keep running away, really, it's damn painful. So what if it's your own _ &amp;amp; _, dont you know that you're affecting the people around you? Somehow I cant help but feel I'm part of the cause of you _, ey stop it, please. Somehow I knew this was how it woud turn out.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Char, my flag raising partner, we know we did well today, ya la, couldn't have done it without you.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Michelle, congrats, I knew it would be you lor! &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Boobians, YOU ARE MY EVERYDAY ! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115392882404774836?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115392882404774836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115392882404774836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115392882404774836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115392882404774836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115375873859056031</id><published>2006-07-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:32:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fight back the tears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPCOMM recess tmr, I'm happy (:&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking 2 star soon, im excited ;D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test, I dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me,maybe I'm selfish, tell me. Is be because _ so desperate to get _ that _have to _ the same people as _ . Maybe it's my fault for _ away, but I'm just at a loss. And sometimes I really feel this surge of heat washing through me and for that moment I convince myself that _, but then I'm sorry the human brain was made to think so much deeper. Im just so tired of thinking altogether. Why am I such a screwed fucker? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ , my only escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115375873859056031?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115375873859056031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115375873859056031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115375873859056031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115375873859056031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='_'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115355727668340920</id><published>2006-07-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:34:37.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miricles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hate me, why wait, move along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP was totally fab. I love all my fellow ICs ;D All the tears, joy and laughter we had together, I'm just glad it came out alright. Even on that sad night, some people was just so annoying. I feel damn bad for just walking away while Krys, ShuhYing and Olivia listen hopelessly to all her unreasonable talk. Bitch, you made the nicest people on earth cry. On a lighter note, you people rock so much &lt;3 And Olivia is so not substitue, hell no. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPCOMM06&lt;br /&gt;charlotte, luiza, lynette, natalie, olivia, shuh ying &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the guides, i forgot their names, oops.)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to break away from this slacking habit and start doing something. COW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby, miricles dont exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115355727668340920?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115355727668340920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115355727668340920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115355727668340920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115355727668340920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/miricles.html' title='miricles'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115323811674695029</id><published>2006-07-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:55:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i really dont know what I'm doing anymore, maybe cause I'm so freaking in denial, trying to keep myself occupied with superficial things. Its so hard to try not to laugh when stuff are really so damn funny, and because of that i'm feeling deprived ): like I cant even swollow properly let alone laugh. oh and I felt so bad for mel I tried to sing during worship but i think i was so off, stupid throat, oh well, let's just hope they'll be more enthu next time round. And Edward makes me laugh, and his salt and pepper shakers were damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big thankyou to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niangzi&lt;/span&gt; and johny and a few others for being my world, not forgetting van for her damnit painful massages, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niangzi&lt;/span&gt; was damn sweet (: sorry I couldnt go to your place for movies ): If it werent for you all i wouldnt want to even come to school &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know to feel happy/reliefed or sad for you considering I havent seen you in about a week, well at least you're meeting iggy tmr i can relax. Although I'm not exactly your closest friend, it pains me to see you this way, not knowing what you maybe doing this very moment and how much I wish I could help. And maybe just stop to think, your life ain't that bad if you foucs only on the happy stuff. They can compare all they want, but who are they to judge you anyway? Dont ask me nit to worry, you dont know how hard it is not to. You really have flowery vocab ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and cheer up ivan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reality is falling like a final curtain to my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115323811674695029?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115323811674695029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115323811674695029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115323811674695029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115323811674695029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/o.html' title='o'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115304996189497665</id><published>2006-07-16T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:39:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Write down, to remind Yourself of how it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Heartstrings, You're tugging at my heartstrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre POP, too much running around and getting scolded. I cant believe that the sec4s wont be around anymore. It's so hard to imagine that we're in charge now. I feel so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Sports Carnival. Quite glad that excess won second for dodge ball, and 4x100m, haha, I said I couldn't run for nuts. But good running ben, alf, joanna, mel. Mel can run, like freaking fast!&lt;br /&gt;Fight like campions, fight fight,&lt;br /&gt;Win like champions, win win,&lt;br /&gt;Fight like campions, win like champions,&lt;br /&gt;All the rest can go fly kite,&lt;br /&gt;Fly kite, fly kite,&lt;br /&gt;All the rest can go fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sorry that I've been throwing vugaraties at you everytime that topic comes up. It's not easy to sit and watch this happen to yet another person I care for. I'm trying to visualize and cry all I have to now so that when I really see it I wont, but I really cant bring myself to visualize it. As much as I hate they do to you, I hate what you do to yourself more. And i'm proud of you for hanging on for so long and picking yourself up when they put you down, but please hold on a little more, you know iggy lucien and I will always be by your side and walk this dark path with you. I dont know why they do this to you, but once again, you're worth so much more. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't I the one who told You to say what You mean and to tell me what You feel, and now I'm the one running away. Sorry, but I dont even know who I am anymore. And the thought that has recently gone into my head is trying to convince me that _ . And it hurts me everytime I think that way. And maybe You should consider looking for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate the you that is so fake. but then again, who am i to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're not oic/fi, and even though you're not in nominated exco, you're still my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs, I've changes to something with hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115304996189497665?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115304996189497665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115304996189497665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115304996189497665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115304996189497665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/hate.html' title='hate'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115280602669324432</id><published>2006-07-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:54:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Call me willful, I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something new about myself today. I hate it when people force me to say something when I'm obviously not in the mood. It's like they say something and expect a good answer. I realized the only times I give mighty unreasonable answers is when I'm in  the unreasonable mood, or willfully stubborn headed, other times I answer for the sake of answering or just cant be bothered to think. And during these times I'm really very unresaonable. I'm shocked by myself everytime I think of my tone or the things I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to do anything today seriously. And partially cannot be bothered. No, not bad mood, no mood. Today was a really terrible, horrible day for me, maybe because I was pessimistic from the very beginning but ohwell. It felt like everything was against me. I was just doing things for the sake of doing it. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. Oh ya, I practically slept through 45mins of chinese test, and I left so many dang blanks blanks. I guess thats why they're called blanks. They were ment to be blank anyway. Maybe that's why there was never an answer for us. And I kept getting pissed off today, no, I swear it's not pms. Shiyun was damn cute. I malued myself infront of her. I havent been spending as much time with mich, it makes me sad ): and ldf )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I appreciate the letter but I'm not really in the thinking mood today. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just read someone's blog and you know who you are, you made me even more depressed, like you rounded up the whole day for me, thanks for making me worry, again. Fucking stand up for yourself you goondu suckerfish ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, mrs tan is damn nice (: and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm exhausted. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115280602669324432?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115280602669324432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115280602669324432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115280602669324432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115280602669324432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired-eyes.html' title='tired eyes'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115234165472382824</id><published>2006-07-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:18:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The beautiful memory or You&amp;I has eroded away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I cant bring it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Because it was never meant to be anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week flew by so damn fast. haha, i shall rewind and pause only at my favourite parts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excess was, funny! I like (: went settlers to play some boardgames and laughed like fuck alot. The whole place was like a mad house. Thankyou you bunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went toa payoh with sandra and nat, like its so damn sinful to keep eating at pizzahut for no damn reason. we got matching earings (: and i'm poorer by like,  twenty plus??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thusday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, im sure I had fun, but somehow I cant remember what happened because I was too worked up with post interview. sorry, but I'm so in _ . And talk with _ proved that people can be so fake, and it pains me how much things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I didnt land up in detention, which is unexpected. But we had literature remedial after school, yay ? went out with celestine after that, ate in some hawker center which the pot(her word not mine) claimed had nice food. And the people of kampong glam decided to open the sewers and do godknowswhat and crockroaches start pouring out, like eew?? And jamming is damn nice!  Even if you're watching. I like the studio, it's like twice as big as the one we jammed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had tution, i wasnt even awake when he arrived. gonna go for ice cream with ceWONG later befor confirmation mass. oh man I dislike that girl, she refuses to stop calling me naTONG and never fails to show off her extensive vocab. grr. Really hope to go jamming with them later (: oh man the funny bunch. I pray we dont have to sit in classes, i miss attending mass with them :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so You can say what You want, but i know myself best. And i give up trying to guess who the she, her them(s) refer to. And I dont hate You all the time, but when I do I it's intense. And so i give trying to understand You. Dont pretend I even did anyway. Cause I was never what You needed, stop thinking that I am. You and I both know that Im not. so im just gonna be a fucking nerd and study, HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohtheirony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and ceWONG is gonna dedicate a whole post to me (: I'm happy that my name appeared like five times on her blog alr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am:&lt;br /&gt;well confirmation mass was pretty boring. Kinda embarrassed myself by clapping damnit loudly for francis and aaron. oh my god, it's so stupid and bloody retarded that i didnt know his name was aaron and to think that i've been refering to him as SHAWN. :\ sheeeet. So anyway congrats to all the confirmies this year (: didnt go jamming but went out with melvin joanna ben julia peter daisy edwin &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;icantspellhisname. &lt;/span&gt;went to julia's house to play taboo, man, it was hilarious, i swear. this is how the game goes, you get a card with a word (eg: stomach ache) and you're suppose discribe the word to your partner without using some of the obvious related words. so this is how it went: (boys vs girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben's word was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: when you go out with your girlfriend on a first date, then you will _ .&lt;br /&gt;Mel: bring flowers ??&lt;br /&gt;         kiss ?&lt;br /&gt;         hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;         MUSTERBATHE&lt;br /&gt;ALL: WHALAU (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so it was something like that, hilarious la, and alot more. oreo is cute! i left at about, 12.25? okay im sorry im not a good ic partner ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She greets the day with he hair wet .&lt;br /&gt;God know she's trying there watching her,&lt;br /&gt;with eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And she's taking pictures without me anymore .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115234165472382824?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115234165472382824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115234165472382824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115234165472382824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115234165472382824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115194568393840643</id><published>2006-07-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:01:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal, maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Are You sure You know what You're saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is all denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You dont _ me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes keeping things to oneself can be so comforting because no one really knows what you're thinking so no one can jugde or criticize. It's like a shell, people can only see what's going on on the outside and they dont know how cozy it is inside (: it's the littlest thing that gives one great comfort. And I dislike it so much when someone tries to be smart alecky and think they know you and your thoughts but they obviously dont, they think they know you like a book, but all they know is the cover. And it breaks my heart knowing i havent been talking to certain people, for example, my midnight partner, neolihan ): And weird stuff makes me laugh, like when I suddenly thought of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genie in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;' by britney spears while in the toilet(how unglam, i know), i just burst out laughing. And it's hilarious how I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detention&lt;/span&gt; for literature, like, wtffff. Seriously, some people just dont know what to do with their time. I'm praying damn hard that my dad will let me go for excess fellowship, I think I need the laughter.Project at orchard library was so redundant, we didnt do anything. Shopping for monk beads proved entertaining.Sandra's _ looked _ today. no, celesther, im still not over the cheekopeh thing ! wthhh. And I'm still not done with holiday homework. Okay, silly random post. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody's got something they had to leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no use looking back or wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it should be now or might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never had a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Till the day that I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though I pretend that I've moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never found the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one I think about each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know no matter where life takes me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A part of me will always be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lost all sense of timeand tomorrow can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no use looking back or wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it should be now or might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; but still I can't find ways to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll always be the dream that fills my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes you will, say you will, you know you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no use looking back or wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because love is a strange and funny thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115194568393840643?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115194568393840643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115194568393840643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115194568393840643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115194568393840643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/normal-maybe.html' title='normal, maybe'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115184217194054518</id><published>2006-07-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:09:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jubilate III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jubilate III &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/514/1600/nvr%20got%20its%20chance%20to%20be%20beautiful.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/514/320/nvr%20got%20its%20chance%20to%20be%20beautiful.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your basket was filled with red roses for everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And mine only had one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never know, how much I wanted to give it to You.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know, how much I wanted to make You smile again.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know, how unaproachable You were that day.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know, how hard it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;And so it remains, this rose shall never look beautiful in Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this shall be the last unhappy post, i shall bring my junk somewhere else, and all those fans of my rubbish, you can find my miserable blog somewhere else. And if there is such a thing as fate, maybe You will find it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115184217194054518?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115184217194054518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115184217194054518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115184217194054518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115184217194054518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/jubilate-iii.html' title='jubilate III'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115177438449150085</id><published>2006-07-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:34:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too bad my computer is a little wacky, just too bad. And now You will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO YOU, CW.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DONT WANT TO SEE YOU DO ALL THAT SHIT. YOU KNOW YOU REALLY HURT ME SO BAD. I DONT CARE WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAY ABOUT YOU, BUT I EXPECT YOU TO FUCKING STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, THATS THE LEAST I FUCKING EXPECT FROM YOU. AND IF YOU EVER NEED SOMEONE, JUST KNOW THAT I'M HERE FOR YOU, AND THIS TIME, I SWEAR I WONT NAG. YOU PROMISED ME ONCE THAT YOU WOULDNT, WELL, KEEP TO IT. AND MY LIMBS ARE STILL FREAKING JELLY, SERIOUSLY, I'M FUCKING SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i saw chris ivan gerard and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idontknowhisname&lt;/span&gt; at youth rally, and they saw their silly video, haha, they were damnit funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115177438449150085?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115177438449150085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115177438449150085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115177438449150085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115177438449150085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-bad-my-computer-is-little-wacky.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115133953284864123</id><published>2006-06-27T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:32:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Your face brings back sweet memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And the painful memories etched&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; yet, I still cant get enough of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And somehow, i miss You so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And maybe I should write You a letter.&lt;br /&gt;And then again, maybe not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115133953284864123?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115133953284864123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115133953284864123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115133953284864123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115133953284864123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-face-brings-back-sweet-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115114193112920886</id><published>2006-06-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:38:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS , I HATE YOU (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115114193112920886?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115114193112920886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115114193112920886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115114193112920886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115114193112920886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/congratulations-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115112929253019062</id><published>2006-06-24T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:08:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Welcome Love, I have made a place for You here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yesterday was spent at sentosa with half the CC3s and we had major fun playing soccer monkey and trying to escape dunks by jansen and the guys and of course,  playing with flour. And I say, Jansen is mighty strong, he nearly broke my ribcage while bearhugging me as Ben threw flour on me. And a big thankyou to justin, bertram and denis for the starch in my hair now. After sentosa we went to PS and picniced beside the mrt station. I finally mastered the art of shooting ice ;D I think I'm honna break out in pimples thanks to Lucien and Justin's ice fights.  The cab ride back with Lucien, Denis, Selina and Evelyn was hilarious. When we boarded the cab :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did i see five people?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Denis : 'No la, you didnt see me, and there are two children here'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the tunnel thing which was brightly lit, and then :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now everybody can see i have five passengers ! &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Denis : ' Dont worry, you wont be able to see me in 2 minutes'&lt;br /&gt;All : HAHAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;denis is indian you see .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were panicing at the carpark thinking of an excuse for Lucien, and we were so loud I bet his mom could hear us at home.  But thank God all is well for him. And as for my nine midyear reviews, HAHAHA . Anyway, thanks to all who were at sentosa for so much fun :D And Happy Birthday Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe tonight, We'll get back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound the alarms and break the levers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The streets are our, our anthem rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd know the truth the walls could sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this isn't love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the closest I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do You think we have a chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight at streetlights, sing on Audrey's song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;Could Have been lovers&lt;br /&gt;But at least You are my day late friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115112929253019062?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115112929253019062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115112929253019062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115112929253019062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115112929253019062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/ml.html' title='ML'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115070915983022502</id><published>2006-06-19T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:25:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal is nothing</title><content type='html'>Back from camp yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;haha, i enjoyed camp overall.&lt;br /&gt;esp the late nights with celestine the meanie and polishing badges!&lt;br /&gt;well i'll definately miss that!&lt;br /&gt;And all the crying sessions.&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'm attached to eXcess and I THINK THEY ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i've only met like half of them?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but yes, luching with them yesterday was dang fun.&lt;br /&gt;and qi hang  after that wrapped everything up. i think they did really well.&lt;br /&gt;so three cheers !&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm skipping calrose outing.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY PEOPLE ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115070915983022502?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115070915983022502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115070915983022502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115070915983022502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115070915983022502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/normal-is-nothing.html' title='normal is nothing'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115034518255633173</id><published>2006-06-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:19:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcorny</title><content type='html'>oh man i &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;cant stop laughing about that video when chris got eletrocuted, seriously, i cant luagh at it at anytime of the day. I've laughed at it a dozen times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fcorny .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115034518255633173?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115034518255633173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115034518255633173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115034518255633173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115034518255633173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/fcorny.html' title='fcorny'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115034030179437875</id><published>2006-06-15T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:58:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hwa hwa hwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are You sure that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That people don't die of A Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit outing was somewhat a sucess.&lt;br /&gt;Don't always believe what they say on the weather forcast.&lt;br /&gt;We had fun after that opening coconuts, playing ball and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is the last cut, and I'm somewhat scared, char.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sway&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;was realy very nice and sweet, thankyou for all the beautiful songs.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imangine all the people that You know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the places that You go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the lights are turned down low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adn I don't understand all the things that You see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm slipping inbetweeen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and Your big dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In My big dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you tell me that it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up lying in a patch of four leave clovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adn Your restless, and i'm naked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've gotta get out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't stand to see my shaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could You let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't think so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You don't want to be here in the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so You say that the present is just a pleasent interuption of the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You dont want to look much closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;causeYou're afraid to find out all this hope that You sent into the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had sent into the sky had crashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You bring me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid to find out that You're alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm sleeping in Your living room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we dont have much room to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had these dreams that I learn to play the guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe cross the country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And become a rock star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there was hope in me that I could take You there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't think I care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I hurt You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't think that this was easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then You bring me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause we both know what it's like to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm dreaming of You in Your living room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we dont have much room to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And konstantine is walking down the stairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't she look good in her underwear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was thinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what was I thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been drinking and it doesnt get me anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My konstantine came walking down the stairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all that I could do is touch her long blond hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've been thinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts me thinking that these nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were drinking no they never got us anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is because i can spell konfu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sion with a k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I like it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's to die in another's arms and why i had to try it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the first star that You see may not be a star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not Your star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that what You said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What You Thought this song meant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if this is what it takes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to lie in my mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And live with what I did to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the hell I put You through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always catch the clock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's 11:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now You want to talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not hard to dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll always be my konstantine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Konstantine, they'll never hurt You like I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no they'll never hurt you like I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, no, no no no no no no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is to a girl who got in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all the pretty things she said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You keep me up in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is to a girl who got into my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all the fucked up things I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could keep me up in bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my konstantine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did You know I missed You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh God I miss You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then You bring me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we'll go to sleep, but this time, not alone, no no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ansd You'll kiss me in Your living room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll miss me in Your living room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause these nights maybe that I'll miss You in my living room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we don't haev much room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said does anybody need that room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becausde we all need a little more room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Konstantine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hwa ha hwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115034030179437875?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115034030179437875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115034030179437875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115034030179437875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115034030179437875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/hwa-hwa-hwa.html' title='hwa hwa hwa'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115021259387562173</id><published>2006-06-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:29:53.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ldf</title><content type='html'>okay so this morning i woke up feeling so not rested.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet van at school at 10am to &lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt; but we never got there, after procastination for damn long we decided to meet at amk station at 1.30pm and i was late. geraldine was suppose to meet us at cine. so i turned up 40mins late and we didnt manage to get nice seats(all were single seaters). We wasted time fretting over the spasticness of sitting alone and eating but got food eventually. And when we finally made it to the theater, the movie had started and we decided to just sit right at the back, on the floor, by the toilet. She's the Man was hilarious, and we three were laughing out heads off(although van was somewhat slow). Overall, we had fun ;D and the guy at the ticket booth was funny and very patient with us, cant rmb his name tho, kaz-smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unit outing tmr, i pray so hard it WONT rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh, and i just realised i havent bathed, like, &lt;em&gt;ewww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE, YOU MADE MY DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115021259387562173?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115021259387562173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115021259387562173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115021259387562173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115021259387562173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/ldf.html' title='ldf'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-115003712831176981</id><published>2006-06-11T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:45:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fallen broken on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling fucking pissed and easily irritable, and i dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-115003712831176981?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/115003712831176981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=115003712831176981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115003712831176981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/115003712831176981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/s.html' title='s'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114993284257120244</id><published>2006-06-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:47:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dfgshberhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We ran out of words to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been crappy, but thanks to pan vivien and the ppl we went jamming with, things turned out alright. Despite the fact that i could not play a single thing on bass /: eliton, yes, i finally found out the band's name. So far zero progress with the holiday homework. I think i might be mad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish, they're backkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114993284257120244?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114993284257120244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114993284257120244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114993284257120244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114993284257120244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/dfgshberhe.html' title='dfgshberhe'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114968253544931239</id><published>2006-06-07T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:18:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If only cuts didn't  leave scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll never be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've wasted one and a half weeks of the holidays doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm so stupid I laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hurts so much I wish we'd stop holding on&lt;br /&gt;Other times I beat myself up for letting You slip away&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times i just miss everything about You&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for being so selfish and putting You through all this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114968253544931239?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114968253544931239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114968253544931239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114968253544931239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114968253544931239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only-cuts-didnt-leave-scars-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114943682748262991</id><published>2006-06-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:00:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BATTUTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battuta bbq was f-a-b.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys so so much la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stephie yingchen Crush peiqi diana wangling olivia fei jun mich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KENNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting up bbq pit with yingchen Crush &amp; peiqi was hilarious. Crush was damn blur and cute ;D&lt;br /&gt;talking about everything under the sun and watching kenny scream like a &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt;  when the waves wet his shorts and gobble up bacon strips. and of course the photos :D&lt;br /&gt;yes kayaking outing next time, i cant wait ;DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;after saying battuta cheer and bye to kenny we cycled in the dark, mich and I were on doubles again, FUN.&lt;br /&gt;okay, I was screaming throughout the whole day :&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everyone, AGAIN ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, thankyou everyone for the unforgettable day.&lt;br /&gt;And Crush is still freaking cute, &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE BATTUTA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114943682748262991?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114943682748262991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114943682748262991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114943682748262991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114943682748262991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/battuta.html' title='battuta'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114933653563365783</id><published>2006-06-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:08:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dhw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Signs of fimilarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally convinced myself that I've moved on, everything starts raining down on me again.  We both know how fake we've been and how much pretending we've been up to. I'm so tired of everything that I just numb my senses and convince myself that nothing's lacking in my life. Well I must say We're both not too bad at it. But today, I think my mind got too overimaginative and reading all that letters You wrote me in the past, it's feels like i've been thrown back into the water. The emotions I've had in the past few months are so extreme, lust to detest, but now, despite all this shit We've been putting each other through, and how much we've managed to move on or if things took a turn for the worst, it doesn't matter, because You were my idol, and You still are. But it's time to close the chapter, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I Love You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;cant&lt;/s&gt; stop thinking about You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh screw this shit .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114933653563365783?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114933653563365783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114933653563365783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114933653563365783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114933653563365783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/06/dhw.html' title='dhw'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114880429167273233</id><published>2006-05-28T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:18:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's left of me, nick lachey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can barely see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second class, I'm not sure if i'm going to pass.&lt;br /&gt;My boots are so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch my life pass me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the rearview mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictirese frozen in time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are getting clearer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont wanna waste another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in the shadow of my mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I want You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I feel You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crawling underneath my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a burning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find a place I've never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm faded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm half teh man I though I would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You can have what's left of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been dying inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No where to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But going out of mty mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In endless circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running from myself until &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me a reason for standing still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling faster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barely breathing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me it's all in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take what's left of this man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make my whole once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been dying inside You see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just running in circles all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you take what's left of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114880429167273233?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114880429167273233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114880429167273233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you turn to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A past so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you could not bury if You tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I couldn't make You see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couldn't make You see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I loved You more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than You will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And part of me died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I let You go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would be like it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But nights like this are slowly fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They disappear as relaity is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After all this why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Would You ever want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That my love for You was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I couldn't make You see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That I loved You more than You will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And a part of me died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I let You go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And everything she does is beautiful .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114814198497965662?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114814198497965662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114814198497965662' title='0 Comments'/><link 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0);"&gt;When the dust settles, it covers up the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two people of my life, You and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: I remember what we use to be last time, the bond of closeness we shared, the jokes we laughed about, but slowly but surely it all fades away. I dont know how it happened, but like the waves crash upon the rocky banks, the rocks soon crumble. I know it seems like I dont really care, but I do, and I cling on to the sweet memories we had, and I know things will never be quite the same again, and I dont hope or wish for anything, but I'm writing this to tell you, I still love you. And sometimes I still look back and try to find out what went wrong, and swear at all the regrets, but you took away piece of my heart, and it'll never be quite the same again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the times we spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: I dont know where we are now. I guess there's no where to move but forward. It doesnt matter anyway, You'll pull through eitherway, and when You look back You'll find it so funny and gay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Known Facts&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1. Sitting with sandra is boring yet fun, we laugh at each other when things get boring&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a great time laughing with Boobians and biantai stuff only we understood (:&lt;br /&gt;3. shanshan is funny and egoistic, she shits while spraying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impulse &lt;/span&gt;:4. playing '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old maid&lt;/span&gt;' , '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy family&lt;/span&gt;' , '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;donkey&lt;/span&gt;' &amp; chinese chess is fun though childish&lt;br /&gt;5. natlow is deaf, we have communication breakdown and she's nice to laugh at&lt;br /&gt;6. I still want obs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I am highly self-entertained and easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling from the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drenched in my pain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As my memories rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never forgot what I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114805310382076600?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114805310382076600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114805310382076600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114805310382076600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114805310382076600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/05/youyou.html' title='You&amp;you'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114742400881593243</id><published>2006-05-12T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:59:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battuta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Battuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/514/1600/Battuta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/101/514/320/Battuta.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Battuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total strength: 16 + 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junyin jaslin olivai huiyu val me michelle inez si'en joycelyn diana yingchen regina stephnie wangling&lt;br /&gt;Instructor : KENNY leong wai seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs was fab. I so dont want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached punggol jetty at 8 and waited for some unknown reason till 9 plus. walked to the parade square where we were divded into our groups (Armstrong Amunsen &lt;strong&gt;Battuta&lt;/strong&gt; ChengHo) Mich and I were in the same group but van went to Amunsen. still quite sore with Cladius for not going or else it'll be a prefect clique camp :( played some ice breaker and checked out store. collected our food rations and set off to learn how to belay. pitched tents and Kenny taught us how to pitch tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 4am to pack our food rations and clothes. Set off for camp 1 on kayak, theory was ratehr boring though. After arriving we were not allowed to bateh, only rinse our clothes of salt water and pitched tents. We had our lunch before heading of to do high obstacles. Had fun belaying though I didnt get to do the obstacles cause of an approaching hunderstorm. Dinner afterwards and Kenny taught us how to use the compass and read maps. Had night circle and watched a performance by Cheng Ho our buddy group. Rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jun were the what-you-call-that, navigators? Thank god we didnt get majorly lost though Keny forgot where the clue was and we had to climb all the way to the top of Puka. jun and I had to put on a brave front (: and boy Jun can walk fast la. Kenny was sweet cause he did something. We had loads of fun during the land expedition. Reached our campsite with was pretty much land, no buildings nothing. Had to use rocks weigh the tent and fly sheet down cause ground was darn hard, therefore out tent was pretty much screwed. We were shown to out oh-so-disgusting toilet which was pretty much just rocks and sand. eww. Had dinner and met the instructors regarding the sea expedition the next day and boy was I feeding the mosquitos and sandflies. Sentuary duty was rather screwed and teh groups got mixed up, but rather fun cause we did it two groups at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting of day four was pretty much screwed and things didnt go as planned but thank goodness for the st nicks spirit and everyone's optimism we managed to stick to our schedule. Many apologies to everyone if I went too fast or didnt wait up long enough. I switched kayaking partners and kayaked with vanfor the rest of the journey, she was very funy and we were busy humoring ourselves amongst the dirty water. For the last 200meters van and I chionged for camp 2 and amazingly were able to reach there without capaizing on top of being the first to arrive. Well Im just glad that we completed the expedition in good timing although we didnt break the record. We cleaned the kayaks and had water fight and did &lt;em&gt;ai wo shen ni ge la &lt;/em&gt;. Kenny looked seriously gay though :\ Pitched our tents and cooked rice. It was the last day and the atmostphere was somewhat clam and soothing and we saved rice for Kenny who later proclaimed it 'not bad la' after taking three mouthfuls. t started to drizzle and we refused to move so we took steph's jacket and 'protected' Kenny's rice. We did the Family dance for Kenny and the other instructors got jealous. HAHA. Wrote in our journals until it started to pour and had to go indoors. couldnt sleep in our tents as it was pourng very heavily and our tents were soakedo we had to sleep at the set parade square. that stupid gay guy who's name sounded like algae was darn irritating. hurr. We stole Kenny's markers(which appeared to be algae's) to make his present and he cleaverly exposed us. But Kenny was nice and totally oblivious. He walked us to teh sleeping area and switched on the fans for Battuta only (: very sweet. We decided to wake up at 4.30 so the instructors would be less suspicious but we couldnt wake up in the end. I had a hard time getting to sleep as I was darn scared and bunked in with michelle and grabbed her hand to sleep. Very grateful to WangLing for her comforting words and being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Kenny at the area near the jetty at 6am for morning circle. Everyone was rather emotional cause we didnt really want to part. We talked for a long time until the sun came up and unpitched tents and checked our stored. But wangling diana and I were busy chionging kenny's present and managed to complete it in time :DDD Bt then I really didnt want to part and all and had a bloody hard time holding back my tears. kenny kinda saw hald the present and said 'if you call have anything to give to me you call can give to me now or else lets go' and we were 'oh dont have la' and his face fell :\ He was plesently suprised when he found out our present for him was rather big and all. WE ARE A BUNCH OF BLOODY SWEET PEOPLE I DARESAY. So we too a photo with our buddy watch Cheng Ho and instructors and set off after de-briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of knowing that you will never see a place or person again and have to live with it for a period of time, it just totally sucks. Well Kenny, if you ever read this, We'll, oh fine, I"LL MISS YOU. And of course the whole of BATTUTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;battuta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we bonded so much in shuch a short peroid of time, the bonds we have are everlasting and I wouldn't go through this with anyone else but YOU GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For its not the destination that matters but the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm gonna think about this and cry for a long peroid of time I say. I so hate the rat race. I miss Kenny and Battuta already.&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;em&gt;goodnight angels .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114742400881593243?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114742400881593243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114742400881593243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114742400881593243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114742400881593243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/05/battuta.html' title='Battuta'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114684055450630993</id><published>2006-05-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:49:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unit day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Without a glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay in general although we had like three tests. Thanks to LDF and den covie germ for loads of fun. We went to cine and manages to get tickets on the same row, so we basically had the whole row to ourselves :D When A Stranger Calls isnt very scary, while the five of them had their legs on the seat, mich and i were laughing our heads off. Thriller cum comedy? Well the only thing that freaked me out was mich's hands which will grab frantically at me when she's scared. hurr. After that we walked around orchard, LFD wanted to get matching undies from topshop -.-" but we didnt in the end ): So while the others went home, me had mich went to novena square for ben&amp;jerry's :D fattening tho. I'm kinda looking forward too obs, kayaking! But most importantly the people there and no school! Mich is my official high partner, she makes me high without fail, well most of the time la, so came will be good with her and van, too bad geri's not going, hurr. 'Your heart's been broken so many times, whats the difference' well she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what's the worst You can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From every heart You break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And like the blade You stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I've been holding on tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst that I can say&lt;br /&gt;Things are better off this way&lt;br /&gt;So long and Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So long and Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114684055450630993?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114684055450630993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114684055450630993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114684055450630993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114684055450630993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/05/unit-day.html' title='unit day'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114647851006359326</id><published>2006-05-01T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:42:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't want to lose this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That you're giving me everytime i need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my geog assignment is so screwed. Mainly cause I haven't started at all cause haven't been listening in class and I dont know where to start. hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If love can move mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I wasn't ment for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one needs to know what I'm trying to do,&lt;br /&gt;No not even You&lt;br /&gt;But just know that whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it for the good of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny how much I dont know about You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114647851006359326?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114647851006359326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114647851006359326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114647851006359326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114647851006359326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/05/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114632150880226711</id><published>2006-04-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:38:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You shed tears for the wrong reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firefly, Firefly in my jar,&lt;br /&gt;You light my darkest nights with your spark,&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty and raidiance captivated me at sight,&lt;br /&gt;But that same poise I fail to see now, try I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your curiosity and boldness I once adored,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to draw us apart, we both know,&lt;br /&gt;The jar suspending You between Fairytale and Reality,&lt;br /&gt;You no longer prance around with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wings have grown sore from bouncing off these walls,&lt;br /&gt;You're longing for something my jar cannot offer,&lt;br /&gt;And although I'd love to keep You by my side,&lt;br /&gt;A Firefly bound by walls can never be pleased,&lt;br /&gt;So I wipe away these silly tears of mine,&lt;br /&gt;So paste a happy smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;And pray You'll be happy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life I once borrowed has expired,&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer a prisioner of mine,&lt;br /&gt;But before I set You free into the night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold You close for one last time,&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for lighting up my Life,&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; had You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114632150880226711?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114632150880226711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114632150880226711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114632150880226711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114632150880226711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/firefly.html' title='Firefly'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114626466191877711</id><published>2006-04-29T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:51:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'If You're not part of the solution, You must be the problem'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And so, thats my cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, it doesn't feel right at all&lt;br /&gt;Together, Together we've built a wall&lt;br /&gt;Togather holding hands we'll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, been wondering&lt;br /&gt;Who wll be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone You'll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on Your face&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Then between the sand and stone&lt;br /&gt;Could You make it on Your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever  You will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever You will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;A way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch You, To guide You&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of Your days&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my  hope&lt;br /&gt;Run away with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My love and life might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In Youre heart, in Your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with You for all of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make You mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever You will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a place waiting just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A special place where all Your dreams come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly away swim the ocean sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drive that open road, leave the past behind You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are sealed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114626466191877711?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114626466191877711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114626466191877711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114626466191877711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114626466191877711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-youre-not-part-of-solution-you-must.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114597633016311440</id><published>2006-04-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:45:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When we pretend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think our current sitting arrangement rocks. It's freaking nice but i miss cinch tho she's just in front of me. 2.4 kinda sucked. i dont like my timing, sheesh. Tiong's aiming for 10 plus, all i can say is: oh, my, God. Faith is starting to rock, i love physics with the non-physic ppl. Making pompoms has become an everyday thing in our class, I like :D After PE or morning jog or anytime, the three of us will smell the same cause of Sandra, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt; the idea of everyone smelling the same. I seriously dont know why I'm blogging so much suddenly. Our zaobao is so screwed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't understand why some people cannot emphatise or be sensitive. It's as if they have a list of who to pity and who to critise and dispise. They are freaks, ot tjose on their stupid 'freaklist'. Why is it so difficult to be in their shoes, why cant you stop? If its fun for you it isn't for them, you know that.' quoted from cherry's blog. I think this makes alot of sense, yeah, sometimes we should put outrselves in their shoes and be less mean and insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lu my darling cruch is damn sweet :D  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're looking for something you can't find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114597633016311440?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114597633016311440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114597633016311440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114597633016311440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114597633016311440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah.html' title='BAH'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114581221865820205</id><published>2006-04-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:10:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Look me in the eye, and tell me that You're happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't swam in ages. Today was rather fun, anges, enid and I had a jolly good time embarrassing ourselves. I'm the 'youngest' at lifesaving and it doesnt help that I forgot ALL my strokes. I learnt some a new stroke, the&lt;em&gt; eggbeater.&lt;/em&gt; Extreme, I'm the juniorest and they're the seniorest. Instead of getting out of the pool and joining the others, we three just fooled around i the pool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so tmr's the new sitting arrangement. I bet we three ain't gonna pay attention in class :D I hope all goes well. I'm so not looking forward to next week, the same stuff over&amp;over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more kiss could be the best thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more lie could be the worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these thoughts are never resting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not something I deserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once broken considered sold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114581221865820205?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114581221865820205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114581221865820205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114581221865820205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114581221865820205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-now.html' title='happy now'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114571309262742836</id><published>2006-04-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:38:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wasn't on a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When it came to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All my life's been wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chasing shallow dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well is term's been passing real quick. suddenly so many things that have to be done. and it doesn't help that i've aleady got more that one F9 in one subject :\ Everything's piling up and i don't know how long i can go on. Fuck. My life's a mess. probation is taking hell alot of our time. I guess my partners rock, thankyou all for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me what you want Cause I'd give you anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what you need and I'll go get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give up all these dreams to have you in my arms again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give up every thing and I'd forget it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go. Turn your back and leave. It hurts so much but I'll be over in awhile. Baby this i promise you, I'll keep this space in my heart just for You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114571309262742836?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114571309262742836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114571309262742836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114571309262742836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114571309262742836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/mountain.html' title='Mountain'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114503184557528438</id><published>2006-04-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:24:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you drop your necklace down the well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the only way to get it back is to fall in after it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well my mother made me embarrass myself during mass. okay  i dont know but she claims it was a good thing. wth. well i'm really sorry celestine,  for getting carried away with my complaining and not accompanying you to Praise&amp;Worship. So i left mass halfway after than and went to the void deck. i called out and she came to me. It was like she understood how i felt. Everybody needs someone sometimes. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all this perfectionist rubbish is killing me. I feel so stupid, silly and niave now. I've withdrawn myself from so many people. Its like a hole in a water jar, everythings gets eroded away. &lt;em&gt;joyluck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But every corner I turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see Your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every thought i have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will lead me back to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114503184557528438?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114503184557528438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114503184557528438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114503184557528438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114503184557528438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-you-drop-your-necklace-down-well.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114485705415552267</id><published>2006-04-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:50:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm tired. I can't go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw away all my past memories of you. And with it all the hopes of us ever being close again. When others siad you changed, I'd speak up for you, but now I see it with my very own eyes. I dont know you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114485705415552267?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114485705415552267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114485705415552267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114485705415552267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114485705415552267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114477439269011853</id><published>2006-04-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:53:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life's a bitch, Fucking is just an everyday thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, today went horridly, there were so many people we got to me. but of course there were those who made things a little better, ABBYCHANG :D and yes, im so not going to pass bio tmr, believe me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont know what to do, I dont know what to expect, I dont know what to feel. All I've been getting are mixed thoughts. You seem happier nowadays, but then again i dont know cause You hardly express it, but somehow something tells me deep down inside that things will be better this way, at least You're happier. I dont want it to be like last time, when we'll cry all the time, at least know i see You happy and laughing occasionally, fake however it seems at times, but i could always pretend that You were really happy. Both You and I know that normal is close to impossible, sometimes i wish for more, but then again five seconds later i tell myself that I'm lucky to know You and wasted so much of our time already. Probation gave me hope, at least we talked abit and You laughed, i tried to picture us close, but seconds later Reality will tell me it will never be the same. I feel like telling You that You have so many people around you who can make You happier than I ever had,  but the I question myself will I be able to put it in the past? I dont know. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little piece of paper with a picture drawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Floats down the streets until the wind is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the memory now is like the picture was then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the paper's crumpled up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can't be perfect again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114477439269011853?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114477439269011853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114477439269011853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sheesh i really dont know what im doing anymore. its like i'm beginning to lose grip of everything, christina tan expects me to hand in all assignments on time just because i was consistant last term, im human, sometimes i cant okay, sheesh. well i guess i've drifted from a few ppl and let others down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;celestine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we havent been talking much, i hope you're doing fine (: &lt;em&gt;you're beautiful, no matter what they say, no words can bring you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hey it's alright okay? i'll be here for you. be strong love, i know you'll pull through (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boonfong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sorry okay? dont cry please :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hit you and you hit me back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the day stands still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fine line between this and that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When things go wrong i pretend that the past is't real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i'm trapped in this memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm left in the wake of the mistakes slow to react&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though you're so close to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still so distant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i can't bring you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114467569324582726?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114467569324582726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114467569324582726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114467569324582726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114467569324582726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/yet-again.html' title='yet again'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114425780667384735</id><published>2006-04-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:23:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just clench your fists and move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to cc/neo makes me laugh to my computer screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet i wish for things to remain this way if you were happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, This place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misused, Misplaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who was I to make you wait?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause You know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I need to hear you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i forgive you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114425780667384735?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114425780667384735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114425780667384735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114425780667384735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114425780667384735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114407987430949813</id><published>2006-04-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:13:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You&amp;Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It hurts so much I can't even look you in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I suppose faith has gotta be the worst class ever. All the teachers are getting irritated. Even tan lee lee who's like the nicest teacher? hurr. i feel guilty. cinch and i slept throught her lesson :\ Somebody wake me up please, i dont know what the hell i'm doing anymore. Sorry boon ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss TWOWISDOM05 alot now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels the way I do about you now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many things I would like to say to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't know how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114407987430949813?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114407987430949813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114407987430949813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114407987430949813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114407987430949813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/04/youme.html' title='You&amp;Me'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114355895900105181</id><published>2006-03-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:32:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This morning, i woke up for a dream of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm glad I passes Amaths. Rather fortunate to be sitting with cinch. Lets just say I'm a very good influence on ppl, she's become so neat, suddenly. Well tmr's her bithday, so Happy Fifteen cinchmydear! :D I'm so going to fail tmr's chinese common test :\ hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, right from the begining, how things would end. I though that isolation would bring about better days, but I was wrong. So many words left unsaid, so many things unexplained, maybe they were never meant to be explained. The pain everyday is overwhelming. Everyday we fall deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so tired of being here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;supressed by all my childish fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beacuse your presence still lingers here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it wont leave me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these wounds dont seem to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain is just too real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's just too much that time cannot earase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you screamed i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i've heald your hand through all of these years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you use to captivate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by your resonating light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now i'm bould by the life you left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;your face still haunts my once pleasent dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your voice it chaces away all the sainaty in me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thought you're still with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everything was most beautifiul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114355895900105181?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114355895900105181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114355895900105181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114355895900105181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114355895900105181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-morning-i-woke-up-for-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114278626823114942</id><published>2006-03-20T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:34:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is, the last smile, i'll fake for the sake of being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything falls apart, even the people who never frown eventually break down, the sacrifice is never knowing, why i never walked away, why i treat myself this way, but now i see, your testing me, it pushes me away.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i feel very energetic, maybe its because i slept in the afternoon. i'm sad that Leo isn't the star idol. i should have voted. oh yes. and i learnt a new word ytd. EPITOME. haha, ytd fun yet boring. Mocktails are nice. Dinner was a joke, I hate steamboat. I have a feeling I'm going to get F9 for both my languages. wth. Thank goodness we have monday off, i like. (: i hope your ear doesn't hurt anymore celestine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being a perfectionist is causing me misery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its all about us, run away if we must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114278626823114942?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114278626823114942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114278626823114942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114278626823114942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114278626823114942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/03/fake-smile.html' title='fake smile'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114217788581403908</id><published>2006-03-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:47:44.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you're doing fine out there without me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i'm not doing so good without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the things I thought you'd never know about me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were the things i guess you always understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how could i have been so blind for all these years?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess i only see the truth through all this fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and living without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything i have in this world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all that I'll ever be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could all fall down around me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as long as i have you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right here by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take anotehr day without you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause baby, I could never make it on my own,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuase I've been waiting so long, just to hold you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be back i your arms where I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry I can't always find the words to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everything i ever know gets swept away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside of your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the days grow long I see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is standing still for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're not here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must stick with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont forget about us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114217788581403908?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114217788581403908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114217788581403908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114217788581403908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114217788581403908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hope-youre-doing-fine-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114201046055944706</id><published>2006-03-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:36:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Here I am on The phone again, &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;and Awkward silence is On the other end &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I used to know the sound Of a smile in your voice &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;But right now (right now) All I feel (All I feel) &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of the fighting Starting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;All the things we talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know they stay on my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the things we laugh about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll bring us through it every time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;After time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Don't say a word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you feel the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me a sign &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say anything, say anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't walk away I know you wanna stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me a sign &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some say that, time changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best friends can Become strangers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But I don't want that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, not for you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you just stay with me, we can make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Here we are again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The same old argument&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now I'm wonderin' If things'll&lt;/span&gt; ever change, yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will you laugh again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Laugh like you did back when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We'd make noise till 3 AM and the neighbours would complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All the things we talk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know they stay on my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the things we laugh about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They'll bring us through it every time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;Down, Down Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Don't say a word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you feel the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me a sign &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say anything, say anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you wanna stay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you'll just give me a sign &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't say a word&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Please don't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I know you feel the same &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Just give me a sign &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I know you wanna stay &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just give me a sign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Say anything, say anything&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's a letter for you, but the words get confused, and the conversation dies. apologize for the past, talk some shit take it back, how we curse through this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could change, i would, take back the pain i would, retrace every wrong move i made, i&lt;br /&gt;would. if i could stand up and take the blame, i would. if i would take all the pain to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i remember, the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories i wish i didnt have. sometimes i feel like letting go, and never looking back, and never moving forward so there'll never be a past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you loved me but you dont know who i am, so let me go, just let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i believe you&lt;em&gt; because i love you more than life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114201046055944706?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114201046055944706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114201046055944706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114201046055944706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114201046055944706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-i-am-on-phone-again-and-awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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-7934090.post-114087988636362173</id><published>2006-02-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:12:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cc prelims</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i am inspired by celestine? heh .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont say today's pitch was lousy, it was just the flagpole. i think both basha and gadget did terrific (:&lt;br /&gt;seriously i was so damn nervous and as soon as i started walking into the competition area i started &lt;em&gt;tearing&lt;/em&gt;.and soon as the long horn was blown my heart like jumped?&lt;br /&gt;being nervous really doesnt help, i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;team a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we all trained really hard, i dont care for the end product anymore, because what matters most is the team spirit and that we all share the same knowledge that we really put in out best. even if we dont make it to the finals, im just glad that we went through this together. i wouldn't go through this with anyone else. everybody please dont be sad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;krys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you, dont be sad! its really no fault of yours! the basha turned out very well and i'm really proud of you! you really contributed alot to this team and you should be proud of yourself! &lt;em&gt;please dont make me feel that i grabbed the wrong thumb for nothing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twine mistress! i think your round and sheer were good! relax alright! you did your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you connected ponchos well! i didnt see any holes! &lt;em&gt;'we were inspired by the graident' &lt;/em&gt;like a pro! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my you were trying to comfort me but you ended up crying so hard yourself! yes joy, we are a team, and we did rather well overall, 2/3 were good. i'm glad you stayed through with us, because frankly, i think we'll be rather incomplete without you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, your muffin! its nice! though you sacked me from my tying dustbin job i still love you alot! gadget stood proudly, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sohteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i know you're angry with pa, we all do as a matter of fact! i didnt mean the go away part, we'll be hollow and lifeless without you! well we'll continue to jiayou wont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop blaming your triangle! it was alright! and its not your fault, please dont be sad!you really scared my in fish &amp; co. you know! you're irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joanna . partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save the best for the last right? its not your fault, we really couldnt do it without you, you know. it was the ground's fault, we did the best out of the situation. all the trainings we spent together were really enjoyable. and all your efforts to boost our moral, we appreciated. i really wouldnt do this with anyone but you. you really are the best partner anyone could ask for, please dont cry anymore. we're in this together, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shi yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you'll read this but i just want to let you know that your presence during every training was really appreciated. i really felt very insecure when you had to leave you know? oh yes, and your very cute ! smile alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;viven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, super observant but for the wrong thing! i was looking forward to your post on prelims but diary-x had to crash. trainings would be boring without your constant &lt;em&gt;'i want to see mc!' &lt;/em&gt;we'll go fish &amp;amp; co. at novena some time soon yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really very proud of team b, my heart really skipped a beat when you all erected the flagpole! &lt;em&gt;well done snccc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and a big thankyou to our trainers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ming li, gloria, liping, xiangling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(ma'am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for you, team, i'll be strong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for you, team, i'll move along .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for you, team, i'll brave through anything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for you, team, i gave my all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see the impact of celestine? im so positive , suddenly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be seeeing you tmr !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its wong, minus the w !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114087988636362173?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114087988636362173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114087988636362173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/02/cc-prelims.html' title='cc prelims'/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934090.post-114053923887778587</id><published>2006-02-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:56:22.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ironic.&lt;br /&gt;how much i wish for both teams to get into finals yet how much i wish for us not to.&lt;br /&gt;final means more training, more fun, laughs, hand aches,&lt;br /&gt;but less time for studies?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know anymore, but all i know is that we've come so far and we shouldn't throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;i know we all can , lets not disappoint out trainers and ex ma'ams?&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is important.&lt;br /&gt;yes, even you pan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think my chinese sucks, i'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even if my world crumbles, i'll still have you to fall back&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7934090-114053923887778587?l=lamefied_.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/feeds/114053923887778587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7934090&amp;postID=114053923887778587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114053923887778587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7934090/posts/default/114053923887778587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamefied_.blogspot.com/2006/02/ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>NAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08683208280396500884</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></feed>
