<?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-23456707</id><updated>2011-09-15T11:25:02.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless And Redundant</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Speechless And Redundant. 
Cause I Love You's Not Enough.
I'm Lost For Words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-8229196015446103663</id><published>2008-07-06T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:15:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DATE</title><content type='html'>Song: First Date&lt;br /&gt;Band: Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the car I just can't wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to pick you up on our very first date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it cool if I hold your hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you like my stupid hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm too scared of what you think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You make me nervous so I really can't eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honest, let's make this night last forever&lt;/div&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you smile, I melt inside&lt;/div&gt;I'm not worthy for a minute of your time&lt;br /&gt;I really wish it was only me and you&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of everybody in the room&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me with those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hint that you're capable of lies&lt;br /&gt;I dread the thought of our very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;A target that i'm probably gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;/div&gt;Honest, let's make this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over&lt;br /&gt;Honest, let's make, this night last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, let's make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/SHDtasU-u-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EAi1eKCYcnk/s1600-h/menhimedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219933010953944034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/SHDtasU-u-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EAi1eKCYcnk/s320/menhimedit.jpg" width="195" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1500192443101134542</id><published>2008-04-12T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:42:50.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate Fell Short This Time</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dono who im heying to... its been&lt;br /&gt;a LONGGG time since I have blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. a month ago i tink.&lt;br /&gt;its not tat i have no time at all,&lt;br /&gt;but i have been lazy in the Internet&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i tot of bloggin&lt;br /&gt;so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my life beens pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;my work sux at some parts but&lt;br /&gt;i love my students. yesh being a&lt;br /&gt;tcher is in one word: PHEUW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life is life. It must go on.&lt;br /&gt;So once i end my contract&lt;br /&gt;bye bye to my student care&lt;br /&gt;centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den im gonna enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;lyk im gonna totally revamp&lt;br /&gt;my blog. still goin to look green&lt;br /&gt;day obsessed but gonna make&lt;br /&gt;it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den im gonna join all the internet&lt;br /&gt;rubbish stuff just to meet more&lt;br /&gt;pple nw tht im bored. n so i get to&lt;br /&gt;entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have to make my blog more&lt;br /&gt;censored nw tht some of my&lt;br /&gt;students r interested in viewing&lt;br /&gt;my blog. but im only goin to&lt;br /&gt;disclose my blog address when im&lt;br /&gt;leaving the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely miss my students.&lt;br /&gt;they r the only thng in my life right&lt;br /&gt;now tht im so happy bout. gettin&lt;br /&gt;entertain by their antics n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kinda a gd point i work here.&lt;br /&gt;i hope all goes well in the end. im&lt;br /&gt;goin off now. so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL WILL WILL change my blog&lt;br /&gt;design. LINK people up... 'kacau' their&lt;br /&gt;blog. thngs lyk tht. ALL in due time.&lt;br /&gt;pls pls wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*n to tht person, pls wait for me also...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1500192443101134542?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1500192443101134542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1500192443101134542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1500192443101134542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1500192443101134542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2008/04/fate-fell-short-this-time.html' title='Fate Fell Short This Time'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5248432353314428791</id><published>2008-02-08T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:50:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Learn</title><content type='html'>Finally i update my blog again&lt;br /&gt;cos today im FREE&lt;br /&gt;CNY holidays...&lt;br /&gt;finally got a break oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreading monday...&lt;br /&gt;yet when i tink bout leavin&lt;br /&gt;my tcher job, i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;dono whther i make e&lt;br /&gt;rite decisions in life.&lt;br /&gt;scared bout e future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope alls great.&lt;br /&gt;jus have to be more&lt;br /&gt;forward looking. optimistic...&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;tats all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post-alevels has its&lt;br /&gt;up and down.&lt;br /&gt;today all of a sudden i miss&lt;br /&gt;studying.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mum givin me&lt;br /&gt;pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my school.&lt;br /&gt;miss my school mates.&lt;br /&gt;miss my bestie frens.&lt;br /&gt;miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep missing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;n i never learn... never&lt;br /&gt;learn to just forget it n&lt;br /&gt;begin a new life. wen im&lt;br /&gt;comfortable in a place, i lyk&lt;br /&gt;to stay there forever.&lt;br /&gt;lyk.. i wish i can stay in innova&lt;br /&gt;forever. haiz. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. now is great too.&lt;br /&gt;more freedom. but comes with&lt;br /&gt;a price... freedom = independence.&lt;br /&gt;so... me now is ms. independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;a level result... bah! everyone is&lt;br /&gt;scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all my frens do well.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to u guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. *winx to raudah hu i met today&lt;br /&gt;at civics macs.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5248432353314428791?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5248432353314428791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5248432353314428791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5248432353314428791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5248432353314428791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-learn.html' title='Never Learn'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-8013547771185810449</id><published>2007-12-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:38:22.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Kill Me...</title><content type='html'>Its one of those days&lt;br /&gt;where u just feel lyk ur&lt;br /&gt;legs r goin to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur mind is depressed but&lt;br /&gt;its telling u to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean being a teacher&lt;br /&gt;is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a student care teacher! not&lt;br /&gt;just any ordinary tcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new found respect&lt;br /&gt;for tchers.&lt;br /&gt;U dont noe what politics go&lt;br /&gt;on in a place man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i wont bitch on my&lt;br /&gt;blog. not worth my hand energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im a tcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. at mercu student care centre&lt;br /&gt;wdlands 351.&lt;br /&gt;so weird to think myself&lt;br /&gt;as a tcher cos its been only 2 months&lt;br /&gt;since i called others tcher n&lt;br /&gt;depended on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culture shock.&lt;br /&gt;now others depend on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. e job is nt depressing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;god no! yes i say my mind is depressed&lt;br /&gt;but thts cos of other thngs as well n cos&lt;br /&gt;my mind is trying to block off&lt;br /&gt;as much negative energy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;see i dont want to go down to e pt&lt;br /&gt;of breaking down n shutting dwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to enjoy my post alevels.&lt;br /&gt;n yeah i am in a way. but of course&lt;br /&gt;nothngs perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im nt only bothered by e thngs tht&lt;br /&gt;go along behind my job.&lt;br /&gt;but by everything else im thnking bout&lt;br /&gt;in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie.&lt;br /&gt;ME missing my frens.&lt;br /&gt;they nt toking to me for SO long.&lt;br /&gt;Having a New n Scary life now filled&lt;br /&gt;with responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;bout HIM. (secret lover). bahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these cramming into one thought.&lt;br /&gt;im surprised im not insane yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess wht keeps me sane is tht i&lt;br /&gt;noe tht i have a job n no matter wat&lt;br /&gt;happens at the back, i have to fulfill it&lt;br /&gt;well. thts just my priniciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. seriously, 'nice guys finish last'.&lt;br /&gt;cos im being good... this is wht happens to&lt;br /&gt;me. its lyk karma upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. lets tok bout the positive side k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all is bad bout my new life n job.&lt;br /&gt;i mean im loving my job!&lt;br /&gt;my cute kids! irritatingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;its a fulfilling job. nt mundane...&lt;br /&gt;filled with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so far im understanding&lt;br /&gt;e duties of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i handle it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be a workaholic sometimes&lt;br /&gt;now den i realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;IM LOYAL TO MY PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes u cant take it.&lt;br /&gt;i see how it goes in jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by den i can attach&lt;br /&gt;my legs to its ori position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish me luck*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-8013547771185810449?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/8013547771185810449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=8013547771185810449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8013547771185810449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8013547771185810449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-kill-me.html' title='So Kill Me...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3425041103327587451</id><published>2007-11-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:10:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike Up Another Mandolin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is goin to be my new guitar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IBANEZ RG321&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/R0wHzvCrJQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/77XlLsELNJ8/s1600-h/RG321MH_WK_1M_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137489860305298690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/R0wHzvCrJQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/77XlLsELNJ8/s320/RG321MH_WK_1M_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im goin to fight for it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Swee Lee (Sims Drive) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. : pls tok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me... Lyk hw we use too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3425041103327587451?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3425041103327587451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3425041103327587451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3425041103327587451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3425041103327587451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/11/strike-up-another-mandolin.html' title='Strike Up Another Mandolin.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/R0wHzvCrJQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/77XlLsELNJ8/s72-c/RG321MH_WK_1M_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1380908325791678439</id><published>2007-11-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:31:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy that it&lt;br /&gt;is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit shaky still.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe tht jc life&lt;br /&gt;is over.&lt;br /&gt;tht a levels is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will begin new life.. new pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope tht e choice&lt;br /&gt;i just made is right. well&lt;br /&gt;i will follow my intuition n&lt;br /&gt;the light from god. haha.&lt;br /&gt;realli. i got the light.&lt;br /&gt;i shld tell him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of 2 results.&lt;br /&gt;1. my alevel results!&lt;br /&gt;2. the result of me telling&lt;br /&gt;him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i sound too general.&lt;br /&gt;after i tell him i shall&lt;br /&gt;reveal what i mean! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GLAD ITS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;yet mixed feelins here.&lt;br /&gt;pherfff.&lt;br /&gt;now i can do loads&lt;br /&gt;of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall showcase my list&lt;br /&gt;of things to do after a&lt;br /&gt;levels in my nxt post!&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1380908325791678439?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1380908325791678439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1380908325791678439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1380908325791678439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1380908325791678439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over.html' title='ITS OVER!!!'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3150033288914188342</id><published>2007-10-30T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:18:57.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was Like You. Easily Amused.</title><content type='html'>I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till A levels is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OH Well... whatever... nevermind...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3150033288914188342?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3150033288914188342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3150033288914188342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3150033288914188342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3150033288914188342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wish-i-was-like-you-easily-amused.html' title='I wish I was Like You. Easily Amused.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-6392036445922392513</id><published>2007-10-04T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:45:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>I just discovered this nice song.&lt;br /&gt;It TOTALLY relates to me...&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY relates to US. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;both of us DO love the same&lt;br /&gt;music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is about&lt;br /&gt;YOU and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;Song: You and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we like the same kind of music&lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;We got style, baby we know how to use it&lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;before my mouth even makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we couldn't stand being normal&lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;We both laugh, at the most random situations&lt;br /&gt;That's the key, baby don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;before my mouth even makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from the sound of your breathing&lt;br /&gt;exactly what you are feeling&lt;br /&gt;This is why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me, all that we need is each other&lt;br /&gt;That's why we, make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;before my mouth even makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from the sound of your breathing&lt;br /&gt;exactly what you are feeling&lt;br /&gt;This is why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-6392036445922392513?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/6392036445922392513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=6392036445922392513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6392036445922392513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6392036445922392513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5584948944795463135</id><published>2007-10-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:46:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Of Your (MY) Life</title><content type='html'>Today was prob the&lt;br /&gt;BEST burfdae ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;(Me turned 18&lt;br /&gt;-- in 2007) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to have a 'quiet'&lt;br /&gt;small dinner with my&lt;br /&gt;frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for pple i care for to&lt;br /&gt;be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was sorta with&lt;br /&gt;probs at first... lyk&lt;br /&gt;where to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. but turned out&lt;br /&gt;well... thnk god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ME FRENS:&lt;br /&gt;u guys rock! thnks SO&lt;br /&gt;mucH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. we studied at&lt;br /&gt;school first. den go&lt;br /&gt;to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e morn... they wished&lt;br /&gt;me happi bdae at the&lt;br /&gt;traffic light. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i saw fizah's Wrapped-&lt;br /&gt;in-pink present from&lt;br /&gt;far! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnks fizah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den thruout it was&lt;br /&gt;a pretty great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sang happy bdae&lt;br /&gt;in malay class. in malay.&lt;br /&gt;'allah selamatkan kamu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt faint&lt;br /&gt;lyk 'ismet ulamraja' in&lt;br /&gt;the show tiga abdul.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... den thngs were&lt;br /&gt;norm. studies. blegh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. den we studied in&lt;br /&gt;e lib oso aft school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n i peeked into fizah's&lt;br /&gt;present. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i knew wat it was! its so&lt;br /&gt;cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wen we all abt to leave&lt;br /&gt;to go buka..&lt;br /&gt;kam bocor 'rahsia'...&lt;br /&gt;she told tat they were gettin&lt;br /&gt;a prezzie for me. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;trust her not to keep secrets. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my fault too i keep asking&lt;br /&gt;her questions.&lt;br /&gt;den the rest went to solat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while those hu cannot... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;(sad i cant puasa on my&lt;br /&gt;bdae. well semoga i still get rahmat&lt;br /&gt;bulan puasa. haha)&lt;br /&gt;those hu cannot met first. me, jb&lt;br /&gt;n firah went to al-ameen together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firah was with a cake! arr so sweet&lt;br /&gt;of them! hah. thnks kam, seri n firah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided al ameen in e end.&lt;br /&gt;since its near n got seats.&lt;br /&gt;hah. my fave place oso anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up with hamzah n his fren.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb his name. Zheng Wei, i thnk.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. n we just sat.. lepak.. dok bebual&lt;br /&gt;bout life. haha. tk.. just catch up&lt;br /&gt;on thngs.. exams n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish it was lyk last yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. niways... i got somethng to say&lt;br /&gt;to my frens bout jus now...&lt;br /&gt;'korg teruk arr tadi!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. u noe wat i mean pple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;so the rest met up with us.&lt;br /&gt;so the bunch of us motley crew,&lt;br /&gt;leapak2 n makan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;me, nari, seri, kam, firah, jb,&lt;br /&gt;hamzah n his fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they then took out the cake.&lt;br /&gt;yum chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;n dorg mati2 nk light up the&lt;br /&gt;candles.&lt;br /&gt;but tht was relli fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos...&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 - we didnt have lighter&lt;br /&gt;n had to borrow frm someone.&lt;br /&gt;its funny to wtch karenah kam&lt;br /&gt;n firah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2 - i couldnt blow out e candles&lt;br /&gt;well. hahaha. (its my first time.. shh!&lt;br /&gt;k pathetic ah... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 3- I could make a wish for the only&lt;br /&gt;one thing i RELLI wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shh! cant tell. if not wish wont&lt;br /&gt;come true. hahaha. i dont believe&lt;br /&gt;in tht crap. but its just fun to thnk&lt;br /&gt;of it tht way. for fun. plus y shld&lt;br /&gt;i tell pple!? haha. i will blush. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part abt my wish was that:&lt;br /&gt;A sleeper stuck in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;So near to me.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for a recurring dream.&lt;br /&gt;For it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat better a time den to&lt;br /&gt;wish for it during my bdae. heh.&lt;br /&gt;plus it's so close its lyk a dream.&lt;br /&gt;don wanna miss my chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get it? if ur smart u can&lt;br /&gt;crack the not-so-much of a 'code'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;they also sang me happy bdae.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. so funny. :) but i still&lt;br /&gt;loved it no matter wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took pics! really dark...&lt;br /&gt;haha. no lighting! oh well. there&lt;br /&gt;is always photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n they all are such 'picture pushers.'&lt;br /&gt;haha. push n force me to take pics&lt;br /&gt;with... ahemz. hehehe. buggers&lt;br /&gt;la they all! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cake ceremony n pic taking...&lt;br /&gt;we eat eat.. take some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;overall the 'event' at al-ameen&lt;br /&gt;was GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;den i went to pick up my cake...&lt;br /&gt;e rose fantasy heart-shaped thng..&lt;br /&gt;we walked together to cosway...&lt;br /&gt;i took e cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den family time at home..&lt;br /&gt;haha. snap pics. present opening&lt;br /&gt;ceremony. relli nice n great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. im tired now.. shall continue&lt;br /&gt;next time maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: I think im super LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;lyk wat narrie say.. so thnk god for&lt;br /&gt;tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n today was just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on cloud 9... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n KUDOS to...&lt;br /&gt;FIZAH darl for her CUUTE&lt;br /&gt;eeyore small cushion thing! n&lt;br /&gt;beautiful duo picture card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seri, Kam, Firah for the&lt;br /&gt;DELiCIOUS cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Syaz for the&lt;br /&gt;COLOURFUL key chain&lt;br /&gt;thing! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N... to my sis for the NICE LONG&lt;br /&gt;star necklace thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum... for her AWWW card&lt;br /&gt;n COOL Sentimental Candle thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEZ all of it.&lt;br /&gt;muacks to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if i seem 'jakon' n 'new' to this&lt;br /&gt;whole brithday celeb. thing..&lt;br /&gt;i am, to tell u e truth. so if i&lt;br /&gt;over enthu n put exclamation&lt;br /&gt;marks for evrythng, u noe why..&lt;br /&gt;im just thrilleD! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;my birthday resolution:&lt;br /&gt;to remember u guys always n&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge ur BURFDAES always!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;BEST PRESENT OF ALL...&lt;br /&gt;it is intangible in value n is&lt;br /&gt;priceless..&lt;br /&gt;YOU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5584948944795463135?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5584948944795463135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5584948944795463135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5584948944795463135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5584948944795463135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-of-your-my-life.html' title='Time Of Your (MY) Life'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3397809262771021004</id><published>2007-09-15T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:15:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 And Coming Clean For The First Time</title><content type='html'>Maybe not so...&lt;br /&gt;Well Im still 17.&lt;br /&gt;and i like to think&lt;br /&gt;that im 'clean'.&lt;br /&gt;hah. not in the&lt;br /&gt;literal sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and&lt;br /&gt;im 18!!! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah its only abt&lt;br /&gt;1 yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with great age comes&lt;br /&gt;great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. yeah.. 18. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;hope my 18 burfdae is nice.&lt;br /&gt;here comes more legal&lt;br /&gt;stuff on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. devil me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;today was a pretty good&lt;br /&gt;day. FINALLY i left 1&lt;br /&gt;more paper only for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n HE doesnt even care. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. see im still thinking abt&lt;br /&gt;him. my mind is stuck on&lt;br /&gt;him. bah! somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;from this poison called LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwang2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be older.&lt;br /&gt;but am i wiser?&lt;br /&gt;i think so... lets have a bit&lt;br /&gt;of self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrospective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. im much more confident&lt;br /&gt;in nature.&lt;br /&gt;ddnt change hu i am..&lt;br /&gt;maybe love made me more&lt;br /&gt;love sick. but besides tht&lt;br /&gt;im still me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im goin mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld ask him to&lt;br /&gt;join my 'Hougang Buddies'.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE would TOtally FIT the&lt;br /&gt;bill! he looks like one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;A note of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jangan puasa yok yok&lt;br /&gt;pagi pagi bukak periuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. to all muslims&lt;br /&gt;Slamat menyambut&lt;br /&gt;(menghadapi)&lt;br /&gt;ramadhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this yr ramadhan is on&lt;br /&gt;13 September. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till we all buka&lt;br /&gt;sama-sama. LOVE! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3397809262771021004?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3397809262771021004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3397809262771021004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3397809262771021004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3397809262771021004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/09/17-and-coming-clean-for-first-time.html' title='17 And Coming Clean For The First Time'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5570673882169658297</id><published>2007-09-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:27:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then I realised what it took...</title><content type='html'>Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the key thing i&lt;br /&gt;had to muster...&lt;br /&gt;when i have to see you&lt;br /&gt;with another girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart crushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing u proposed to&lt;br /&gt;her...&lt;br /&gt;but not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my dream&lt;br /&gt;of you n me crushed...&lt;br /&gt;knowing that u love her...&lt;br /&gt;n not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing that u r with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so easy for people&lt;br /&gt;like you to get love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it hard for people&lt;br /&gt;like me to get love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it easy for me to&lt;br /&gt;fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not get love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always tell me i&lt;br /&gt;don need love to make me&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if in real fact it&lt;br /&gt;does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then i can close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n not think abt anything&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so easy for me to&lt;br /&gt;dream about us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never have us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should not question god's&lt;br /&gt;decisions abt my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes even people&lt;br /&gt;like me cant bear it.&lt;br /&gt;we lose our patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest weakness is when i&lt;br /&gt;compare myself with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see pple around me have&lt;br /&gt;love. my girl frens, tht GUY,&lt;br /&gt;my used to be crush...&lt;br /&gt;all with someone. happy.&lt;br /&gt;2-sided love, mind u...&lt;br /&gt;n me, i have none. why do&lt;br /&gt;i feel jealous. why do i want&lt;br /&gt;what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just live with it...&lt;br /&gt;with e fact tht im alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being lyk one of those&lt;br /&gt;cheesy-emo-'i've lost love'&lt;br /&gt;people. arggh. wats happening&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing him with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;makes me so crushed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n he's not even my love.&lt;br /&gt;so if my love has a girlf, i&lt;br /&gt;would totally die inside&lt;br /&gt;and remain empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i lose my personality...&lt;br /&gt;start being fake abt who i truly&lt;br /&gt;am... or are... as some pple says.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i say or do reminds&lt;br /&gt;me of you... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however... u dont see it. i only&lt;br /&gt;see u in ur own world. n don&lt;br /&gt;u see me miserable. dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since&lt;br /&gt;i blogged. so i prefer to start&lt;br /&gt;emo-ing. so bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody feels my pain inside.&lt;br /&gt;i pretend as if im ok with him&lt;br /&gt;being with her.. tht i don like&lt;br /&gt;him anymore... but i do&lt;br /&gt;actually... i feel pain each time&lt;br /&gt;i think of him with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone cld feel the feelin&lt;br /&gt;of seeing someone they like with&lt;br /&gt;someone else.. they would be&lt;br /&gt;crushed too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is indeed a story of a&lt;br /&gt;lonely bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5570673882169658297?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5570673882169658297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5570673882169658297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5570673882169658297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5570673882169658297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/09/then-i-realised-what-it-took.html' title='Then I realised what it took...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-2661683135085303125</id><published>2007-08-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:27:43.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackass</title><content type='html'>Why are u so cold&lt;br /&gt;towards me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls don be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thinking abt&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;WE used to be last&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing about our&lt;br /&gt;favourite thngs.&lt;br /&gt;being just in our own&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i just need an&lt;br /&gt;explanation!!! why?!&lt;br /&gt;why did WE change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls don get distant&lt;br /&gt;from me. i beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can u tok to other&lt;br /&gt;gurls lyk normal?&lt;br /&gt;why cant u tok to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht happened to our&lt;br /&gt;conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is e first time im&lt;br /&gt;begging for answers.&lt;br /&gt;pls tell me dear! :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise.. i have to do&lt;br /&gt;somethng. its me, me,&lt;br /&gt;me. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too fed up&lt;br /&gt;to care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell him. :T&lt;br /&gt;+3 more months+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-2661683135085303125?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/2661683135085303125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=2661683135085303125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2661683135085303125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2661683135085303125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/08/jackass.html' title='Jackass'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3267017908583342433</id><published>2007-08-05T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:29:35.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Mr Fool</title><content type='html'>Finally it happened.&lt;br /&gt;wht i wanted. well i&lt;br /&gt;just hope i will rmb&lt;br /&gt;it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i cant say much&lt;br /&gt;here. too paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;paiseh?! haiz. tht means&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cant tell. not&lt;br /&gt;yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos maybe im still&lt;br /&gt;hoping...&lt;br /&gt;still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;for somethng to happen.&lt;br /&gt;or someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tht will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always praying&lt;br /&gt;for my happiness. short&lt;br /&gt;n sweet. cos i believe&lt;br /&gt;tht god noes wht wld make&lt;br /&gt;me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. life has its ups and&lt;br /&gt;downs. thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;pains the soul. so i shall&lt;br /&gt;stop thnking. face wht&lt;br /&gt;there is. n hope for a better&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my feelings will remain&lt;br /&gt;intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still care for him...&lt;br /&gt;no matter what he does...&lt;br /&gt;what he does not...&lt;br /&gt;what he say...&lt;br /&gt;its love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n it reminds me of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like breaking&lt;br /&gt;melting and just not&lt;br /&gt;thinking bout you&lt;br /&gt;im like a piece of canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a black one&lt;br /&gt;saddened and darkened&lt;br /&gt;by your mysterious stares&lt;br /&gt;and our relationship that&lt;br /&gt;changed and withered&lt;br /&gt;like a flower unbloomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to me there&lt;br /&gt;will still be you&lt;br /&gt;and there will still be me&lt;br /&gt;both, two of us, duo, pair&lt;br /&gt;gazing at a starry night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking bout our past&lt;br /&gt;hoping bout our future&lt;br /&gt;n beside us will be our caravan&lt;br /&gt;where we learn to live and&lt;br /&gt;live to learn in our&lt;br /&gt;own world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we're drawn into&lt;br /&gt;it right from the start&lt;br /&gt;where we gaze into each&lt;br /&gt;others eyes and a sharp pang&lt;br /&gt;goes right into our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then into our souls&lt;br /&gt;who seek each other since&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u don see this do u&lt;br /&gt;u and ur smugness&lt;br /&gt;i think all tht i have&lt;br /&gt;thought so far was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've failed even before&lt;br /&gt;we begun cos we never&lt;br /&gt;did begin.&lt;br /&gt;cos maybe its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just in my dream&lt;br /&gt;and im in my own world&lt;br /&gt;one, just me, mono, single&lt;br /&gt;gazing at a blackened sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i know u will never&lt;br /&gt;feel how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;u will never feel for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to rebel now&lt;br /&gt;dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go with anyone i&lt;br /&gt;want perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;but i will still care for&lt;br /&gt;you. no matter what&lt;br /&gt;you do or say. my love&lt;br /&gt;will still come through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3267017908583342433?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3267017908583342433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3267017908583342433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;: Tre Cool (Frank Wright the3rd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Mike Dirnt (Mike Ryan Pritchard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought of this before...&lt;br /&gt;den suddenly i thought of it&lt;br /&gt;just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's watch a movie together&lt;br /&gt;den u can whisper into my ear&lt;br /&gt;n tell me a joke&lt;br /&gt;make a stup funny comment&lt;br /&gt;n i will laugh&lt;br /&gt;sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lets go back to OUR caravan&lt;br /&gt;n look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;and dream abt the movie&lt;br /&gt;the time we had&lt;br /&gt;and smile in our sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rating for the simpsons movie:&lt;br /&gt;5.00000... stars - perfect - 1000% fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-8313158624950921166?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/8313158624950921166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=8313158624950921166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8313158624950921166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8313158624950921166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/08/green-day.html' title='Green Day'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' 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perhaps one day... a caravan..&lt;br /&gt;hee. tht wld be said later in my&lt;br /&gt;next post. i wrote a song... abt&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i realised... for a long time&lt;br /&gt;now.. that i wld never let him&lt;br /&gt;go!!! IT'S A LIFETIME&lt;br /&gt;GURANTEE. i wld never stop loving..&lt;br /&gt;i wld never stop caring... heesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar.. like some cheesy&lt;br /&gt;love song. well. sometimes i have&lt;br /&gt;to admit on the contrary to my&lt;br /&gt;principle... thts how i am.&lt;br /&gt;cheesy n eeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised this so called phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;bcos even tho im disappointed&lt;br /&gt;with him.. hurt by wat he does..&lt;br /&gt;i still care for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can erase someone from ur&lt;br /&gt;mind. but not ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;so its not easy... never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i also realised the way u&lt;br /&gt;look at me. tht is a fact. it&lt;br /&gt;cannot be hidden. maybe im&lt;br /&gt;in denial or shok sendiri or&lt;br /&gt;somethng. but wen 2 eyes&lt;br /&gt;meet... there's no doubt abt&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised... u don relli tok&lt;br /&gt;to many gurls. n i don hear&lt;br /&gt;rumours bout u lyking other&lt;br /&gt;gurls. so thts good..&lt;br /&gt;n i lyk tht.&lt;br /&gt;thnk god. never replace&lt;br /&gt;me... please.. :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5116473496869673659?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5116473496869673659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5116473496869673659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5116473496869673659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5116473496869673659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-lifetime-gurantee.html' title='It&apos;s a lifetime gurantee...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1243177794924605217</id><published>2007-07-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:33:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hands And Lead Me Up This Hill.</title><content type='html'>Jack and Jill went up&lt;br /&gt;the hill to fetch a pail&lt;br /&gt;of water.&lt;br /&gt;Jack fell down n broke&lt;br /&gt;his thumb and Jill went&lt;br /&gt;tumbling after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple nursery&lt;br /&gt;rhyme has alot of meaning&lt;br /&gt;to me. hah. i always say&lt;br /&gt;tht people think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im doing the exact same&lt;br /&gt;thng. contradicting my&lt;br /&gt;philosophy. but... well at&lt;br /&gt;least i don thnk too much&lt;br /&gt;and thus go around creating&lt;br /&gt;wars and tension in other&lt;br /&gt;countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im referring to certain&lt;br /&gt;political leaders hu just cant&lt;br /&gt;make the cut. n then cause all the&lt;br /&gt;disasters happening in the&lt;br /&gt;world today.. like war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the key to living this is to&lt;br /&gt;always be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;wat we have... rather&lt;br /&gt;than be angry with wat&lt;br /&gt;we don have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. another philosophy of&lt;br /&gt;mine. which i go against at&lt;br /&gt;times. well. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;emotions fill me up too much.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side of thngs...&lt;br /&gt;i finally felt alive once again&lt;br /&gt;today! during p.e., we got to&lt;br /&gt;play soccer. my fave sports!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was destressed. with all the&lt;br /&gt;pressure on me now, i cant&lt;br /&gt;bear it at times. always getting&lt;br /&gt;emo these days. so things like&lt;br /&gt;this make me happy... plus things&lt;br /&gt;like: seeing him.. n seeing&lt;br /&gt;tht he's happy. (staring at me,&lt;br /&gt;gosh tht brings chills down my&lt;br /&gt;spine.. i wonder wht his stares&lt;br /&gt;mean?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in general actually im&lt;br /&gt;happy. well sometimes it hurts&lt;br /&gt;wen i thnk of certain stuff&lt;br /&gt;tht im sad abt... but at the end&lt;br /&gt;of e day, im always happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh.. we had soccer. den&lt;br /&gt;i became high. gosh. i wished&lt;br /&gt;he saw me play soccer. den&lt;br /&gt;he would beam at me n be&lt;br /&gt;proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hu cares... if he saw... i&lt;br /&gt;wld still be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. so yeh... soccer&lt;br /&gt;was fun! finally got to play after&lt;br /&gt;months of nt playing. surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty ok. i rmb all my&lt;br /&gt;basics. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, tomoro me n e 'gang' r going&lt;br /&gt;out to play bowling! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;happy me :) well i wld be happier&lt;br /&gt;if there r More pple coming.&lt;br /&gt;ahemz. well.. too bad. just the&lt;br /&gt;few of us is ok. sometimes less is&lt;br /&gt;more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! to marina sq we go! so we&lt;br /&gt;can go makan2... n shopping.. heeh.&lt;br /&gt;dono whther the guys wld like tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they wld. n we hld have&lt;br /&gt;loads of fun. somethng to really&lt;br /&gt;look forward too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the point where explain&lt;br /&gt;wht i mean by i find there's more&lt;br /&gt;meaning to the 'jack and jill' rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i've always dreamt of being&lt;br /&gt;in a place where there's just the&lt;br /&gt;2 of us.. where it's a real utopia.&lt;br /&gt;i've had a few incidences tht made&lt;br /&gt;me thnk of the rhyme n why i&lt;br /&gt;relate to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. once was wen in dis yr..&lt;br /&gt;i dragged this guy i used to lyk&lt;br /&gt;around.. (literally). as in... i held&lt;br /&gt;his hand... and i just didnt care&lt;br /&gt;wht pple might thnk. gosh if&lt;br /&gt;HE noes abt it... wld he be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. well me n tht guy i use to&lt;br /&gt;lyk were just frens ah. but we&lt;br /&gt;used to tok alot.. n the one where&lt;br /&gt;i held his hand was just one incidence&lt;br /&gt;where i let loose n had fun.&lt;br /&gt;'fren-fren' thng k.. sorta. well, me&lt;br /&gt;holding his hand like tht brought&lt;br /&gt;me into another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot of just us alone. where i can&lt;br /&gt;feel perfect happiness n bliss. n&lt;br /&gt;i can feel really alive. its just tht&lt;br /&gt;dragging him around with me,&lt;br /&gt;holding his hands was fun. cos&lt;br /&gt;its something i neva done.. n&lt;br /&gt;prob wldnt have dared to do&lt;br /&gt;if it hadnt been for tht night,&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. yeh.. tht was a few months&lt;br /&gt;ago. sighs. wht fond memories&lt;br /&gt;:) i loved those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n part of 'those times' was wen&lt;br /&gt;my dreams n hopes didnt&lt;br /&gt;crash yet. its dis guy... a great&lt;br /&gt;guy hu made me thnk i stood&lt;br /&gt;a chance. but then it vanished&lt;br /&gt;wen i got to noe he has someone&lt;br /&gt;else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb walking&lt;br /&gt;with him... we were rushing...&lt;br /&gt;because we forgot the time..&lt;br /&gt;cldnt stop toking. sighs. :)&lt;br /&gt;those were the days... n den&lt;br /&gt;we went up this 'hill'.. n it&lt;br /&gt;felt lyk a dream... he was&lt;br /&gt;so caring.. n wen the 2 of&lt;br /&gt;us were walking on it, it&lt;br /&gt;felt like.. eveyrone arnd me&lt;br /&gt;vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so its just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;n i imagined him holding&lt;br /&gt;my hand.. n never letting&lt;br /&gt;me go. making me feel secured,&lt;br /&gt;with no fears.. we were like&lt;br /&gt;jack n jill going up a hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts wen our frenship started...&lt;br /&gt;it escalated.. we became closer..&lt;br /&gt;then things changed. when&lt;br /&gt;he broke is thumb, when he&lt;br /&gt;broke wht we had... n then jill,&lt;br /&gt;me, i went down... down this&lt;br /&gt;hill tht was painful for me...&lt;br /&gt;cos the experience of finding&lt;br /&gt;out that he has another, hurts&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may laugh at the way i&lt;br /&gt;interprete the rhyme. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but its real for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then im in my real world&lt;br /&gt;again. where there's a guy&lt;br /&gt;tht i care for alot. since last&lt;br /&gt;yr... den the other guys tht i&lt;br /&gt;have liked before dont relli&lt;br /&gt;matter to me. only HE does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting them might bring&lt;br /&gt;sparks back. but only one&lt;br /&gt;person still remains in my&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the one hu would&lt;br /&gt;stay up all throught the&lt;br /&gt;night with me... key word:&lt;br /&gt;'Would'. now, we dont do&lt;br /&gt;tht no more!? gosh wht has&lt;br /&gt;happened. pls tok to me! :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1243177794924605217?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1243177794924605217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1243177794924605217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1243177794924605217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1243177794924605217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/07/hold-my-hands-and-lead-me-up-this-hill.html' title='Hold My Hands And Lead Me Up This Hill.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5984898543690192397</id><published>2007-07-10T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:56:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless and redundant</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="e744d879"&gt;Why was i so speechless just&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will rmb this forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the day when i told&lt;br /&gt;kamielah my secret. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the day when we first&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant say abt tht... lets just say&lt;br /&gt;i tok to him... quite awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how 'dull' can life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so stumped just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. im happy tht it happened.&lt;br /&gt;but wen i was toking to him,&lt;br /&gt;i started to come bck to reality&lt;br /&gt;n realise that 'me n him' is just&lt;br /&gt;a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant he just open his eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see that i'm e one hu cares&lt;br /&gt;abt him n KNOW him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tho.. i'm motivated to&lt;br /&gt;lose weight!woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... i thnk he doesnt lyk&lt;br /&gt;me.. just treat me as a fren.&lt;br /&gt;so.. wats e pt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna not care abt him.&lt;br /&gt;cos i have other priorities...&lt;br /&gt;n i shld move on?&lt;br /&gt;but feelings cant be erased just&lt;br /&gt;lyk tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say:&lt;br /&gt;'you can erase someone from&lt;br /&gt;your mind.&lt;br /&gt;but getting them out of your&lt;br /&gt;heart is something else.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so trapped. if he wld just tell&lt;br /&gt;me how he feels... but im stup&lt;br /&gt;too.. i don say anythng... but&lt;br /&gt;he's e guy. he shld tell me!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. maybe he just&lt;br /&gt;don feel anithng so yeah... there's&lt;br /&gt;nothng to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna clear my doubt.&lt;br /&gt;if he just wld tell me... i wld be&lt;br /&gt;very happy... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him lyking me too is the only&lt;br /&gt;thng i've ever wanted. *sighs* :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he's not worth my tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Life sux for me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm not doing well in my studies... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not doing well in my social life or love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not doing well with my hobbies/interests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i almost have nothing! god pls save me. :I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5984898543690192397?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5984898543690192397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5984898543690192397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5984898543690192397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5984898543690192397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/07/speechless-and-redundant.html' title='Speechless and redundant'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-4098728832201180394</id><published>2007-07-04T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:27:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Apartment</title><content type='html'>I feel analytical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching&lt;br /&gt;My hands are trembling&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die today&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking to fizah now...&lt;br /&gt;SO exciting! (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she forced me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more prelims 1!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for rest now...&lt;br /&gt;woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pool mr.fool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-4098728832201180394?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/4098728832201180394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=4098728832201180394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/4098728832201180394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/4098728832201180394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/07/empty-apartment.html' title='Empty Apartment'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5740230756388986342</id><published>2007-06-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:06:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hypothesis:</title><content type='html'>That he could actually like&lt;br /&gt;me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dono... it's fizah hu made&lt;br /&gt;this hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is hope den.&lt;br /&gt;but... i guess im not goin&lt;br /&gt;to put all hopes into it.&lt;br /&gt;i mite get disappointed with&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the 'him' i am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;is the person i always tok abt&lt;br /&gt;on my blog. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. if he does lyk me i thnk&lt;br /&gt;it is stup tht he didnt say&lt;br /&gt;anythng. gosh if he did ask&lt;br /&gt;me... i will say YES straight&lt;br /&gt;away!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. well.. fizah says she has&lt;br /&gt;exp with these kinda guys.&lt;br /&gt;they don say anythng bcos&lt;br /&gt;they don want to play with&lt;br /&gt;the hearts of those they care&lt;br /&gt;for most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww... yeh... lyk thts ever&lt;br /&gt;gonna happen. gosh. thts&lt;br /&gt;fizah's hypothesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is true... i wld tell him:&lt;br /&gt;U won ever hurt me! cos the&lt;br /&gt;day i'm with u is the day i'm e&lt;br /&gt;happiest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a cool chain letter&lt;br /&gt;on frenster. its e first chain letter&lt;br /&gt;i ever called COOL. but yeh..&lt;br /&gt;its abt 10 signs tht u lyk someone.&lt;br /&gt;n then... one of it says tht...&lt;br /&gt;wen&lt;br /&gt;ur reading this, ur thnking of tht&lt;br /&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i WAS! i was thnking bout him.&lt;br /&gt;but he's prob not thnking bout me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i really hope fizah's hypothesis&lt;br /&gt;is true. if it is... i want him to&lt;br /&gt;tell me he does like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. that will be the happiest&lt;br /&gt;day of my life so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5740230756388986342?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5740230756388986342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5740230756388986342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5740230756388986342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5740230756388986342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-hypothesis.html' title='New Hypothesis:'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3721948798080175638</id><published>2007-06-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:54:43.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drain the pressure from the Swelling</title><content type='html'>I HATE MATHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper yest was an&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really make me DRAINed.&lt;br /&gt;I then became PRESSUREd.&lt;br /&gt;And my head had a SWELLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please just&lt;br /&gt;give me novacaine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3721948798080175638?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1345846687220634180</id><published>2007-06-20T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:36:00.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKers</title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;the other day... on sun&lt;br /&gt;i thnk. i was up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. cos the reality&lt;br /&gt;shows on tv are really&lt;br /&gt;addictive. i got hook on it&lt;br /&gt;after wtching for just 5&lt;br /&gt;mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways tht day i wtched&lt;br /&gt;Fear Factor twins special.&lt;br /&gt;yep they're twins. they&lt;br /&gt;look very identical. :)&lt;br /&gt;there were 2 girl teams n 2&lt;br /&gt;guy teams. so... the girl&lt;br /&gt;teams r made up of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2 white bimbos, 2 bithy blacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 2 rednecks, 2 rocking moehogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the rednecks r chiseled...&lt;br /&gt;they're very macho...&lt;br /&gt;athletic... bodies like greek&lt;br /&gt;gods. if greek gods do have muscular&lt;br /&gt;bodies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh... BUT&lt;br /&gt;norm gurls wld fall for them...&lt;br /&gt;BUT i LOVE the moehog guys.&lt;br /&gt;haha. they're lyk... blond.. skinny...&lt;br /&gt;the host said they weigh abt&lt;br /&gt;120 pnds each (abt 60kg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT they're fucking hot to me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. well. i DIG rockers. :P&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;bluek! haha.&lt;br /&gt;well there's just somethng abt&lt;br /&gt;rockers tht make them look so&lt;br /&gt;laid-back... so... cool. n have e&lt;br /&gt;i dont care abt the world attitude.&lt;br /&gt;n they're charismatic... funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the boring macho guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rooting for the Moehog&lt;br /&gt;twins all the way! haha.&lt;br /&gt;n they WON! in e end woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;they won 3/4 challenges. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the pic of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/RngdYRGx83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnZmFym8w0I/s1600-h/526_leone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077840882606142322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/RngdYRGx83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnZmFym8w0I/s320/526_leone.jpg" 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;             abit of info abt them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/RnjKDBGx84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fA57y-Dh1bw/s1600-h/players_winner.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078030733045527426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/RnjKDBGx84I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fA57y-Dh1bw/s320/players_winner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Nathan Leone/Matthew Leone&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Chicago,IL&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Musicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i have a soft spot..&lt;br /&gt;lyk a fettish for these kinda guys.&lt;br /&gt;so turn on-ing. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;rockers... woohoo! even tho&lt;br /&gt;they're not cute... the twins&lt;br /&gt;r blond, moehog-ed n have&lt;br /&gt;cute dimples. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen they smile... i melt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;u can say tht it is a weird taste...&lt;br /&gt;but i just love these kinda guys.&lt;br /&gt;they're relli cute. (in a cool way)&lt;br /&gt;im prob gonna marry a rocker&lt;br /&gt;one day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1345846687220634180?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1345846687220634180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1345846687220634180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1345846687220634180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1345846687220634180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/06/rockers.html' title='ROCKers'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/RngdYRGx83I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZnZmFym8w0I/s72-c/526_leone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1023178604848864738</id><published>2007-06-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:37:17.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna make this short and sweet</title><content type='html'>When I was upset and in a bad&lt;br /&gt;mood 2 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;there's this song tht kept playing&lt;br /&gt;in my head. (e song lyrics is shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it shows all my anger&lt;br /&gt;n frust towards tht certain&lt;br /&gt;someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly im more disappointed&lt;br /&gt;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it tht...&lt;br /&gt;we r both in 2 diff worlds right&lt;br /&gt;now. he's with his new frens...&lt;br /&gt;well im glad i did tok to him&lt;br /&gt;on tht day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wht can i say... thngs r diff&lt;br /&gt;now. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im listening to blink 182 songs.&lt;br /&gt;yeh... the song playing now is&lt;br /&gt;"first date". such a sweet funny&lt;br /&gt;song. :)&lt;br /&gt;i love them. one of my fave bands.&lt;br /&gt;no.2 on my list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... me n him r so similar. (we&lt;br /&gt;like the same kinda bands... n&lt;br /&gt;songs...&lt;br /&gt;i noe wht kinda music he like.)&lt;br /&gt;yet he dont see it. pple dont see&lt;br /&gt;it. only i see it. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the blink 182 songs...&lt;br /&gt;they're relli great. there's this&lt;br /&gt;song: anothe girl another planet.&lt;br /&gt;well i thnk i shld call it another&lt;br /&gt;guy another planet in my case...&lt;br /&gt;cos he's in another planet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh... n does he have flings&lt;br /&gt;with other gurls? im so insecure&lt;br /&gt;at tht part. i will just faint if&lt;br /&gt;i noe he's with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i heard he's close with dis&lt;br /&gt;gurl... to the pt of toking to her&lt;br /&gt;on the phone for hours... sound&lt;br /&gt;like he is replacing me. haiz. but&lt;br /&gt;i noe she will never replace me.&lt;br /&gt;cos me n him... our closeness..&lt;br /&gt;haiz... its diff. other girls wont&lt;br /&gt;care for him as much as i do...&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt see tht either. sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i cant stop thnking abt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i'm gonna make this&lt;br /&gt;"Short and Sweet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a bit changed tho... to suit my&lt;br /&gt;mood n situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Short and Sweet'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;(a band HE doesnt like ;T&lt;br /&gt;- if he reads this post... I thnk&lt;br /&gt;he will noe im toking abt him...&lt;br /&gt;if he doesnt, he's stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main-text"&gt;"I'm gonna make this short and sweet&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let my  heart speak&lt;br /&gt;i've been so mad cause you treat me bad&lt;br /&gt;but thats not what i  would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause id kill for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd do these things that i know she wouldnt  do&lt;br /&gt;i write these words and i want the truth&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be with you&lt;br /&gt;why  cant i be the girl for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she breaks your heart and she tells you  lies&lt;br /&gt;why do guys always for these girls&lt;br /&gt;she never bothers to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;but thats not what i would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd do these things  that i know she wouldnt do&lt;br /&gt;i write these words and i want the truth&lt;br /&gt;why  cant i be with you&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be the girl for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be the girl  for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd do these things that i know she wouldnt  do&lt;br /&gt;i write these words and i want the truth&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be with  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill for you (id kill for you id kill for you)&lt;br /&gt;i'd do these things  that i know she wouldnt do&lt;br /&gt;i write these words and i want the truth&lt;br /&gt;(i cry for  you i cry for you)&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be with you&lt;br /&gt;why cant i be the girl for  you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1023178604848864738?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1023178604848864738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1023178604848864738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1023178604848864738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1023178604848864738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-gonna-make-this-short-and-sweet.html' title='I&apos;m gonna make this short and sweet'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-4443820072146275146</id><published>2007-06-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:06:34.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If all else fails</title><content type='html'>I love this song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated to him... (ahem2)&lt;br /&gt;and also to all those experiencing&lt;br /&gt;hard love. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*emo all the way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song: If all else fails&lt;br /&gt;by Matchbook Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A subdued silence undisturbed by the sound of her breath.&lt;br /&gt;So carefully, brush her hair back from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;In steady sequence, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;She slips away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and sleep to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;No words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;We'll set our course and make it through.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far I go my heart remains with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;But it's clear to see the purpose of my exsistance&lt;br /&gt;Is laying here in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and sleep to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;No words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;We'll set our course and make it through.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all else fails you can look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the same one that shines above you and I.&lt;br /&gt;And if all else fails you can close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and sleep to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;No words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;We'll set our course and make it through.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much this hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know,&lt;br /&gt;My heart remains with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track a bit...&lt;br /&gt;im gonna write down a blow by&lt;br /&gt;blow detail of the vietnam trip&lt;br /&gt;i had recently. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-7056031804759736209</id><published>2007-05-31T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:57:59.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So send my LOVE a Letterbomb</title><content type='html'>I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to it and I&lt;br /&gt;find that it relates&lt;br /&gt;alot to me. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated&lt;br /&gt;to people who are&lt;br /&gt;obsessed about the ones&lt;br /&gt;they care.&lt;br /&gt;such that they get trapped&lt;br /&gt;n can never escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time Is Running Out" by MUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;Asphyxiated&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break this spell&lt;br /&gt;That you've created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;A contradiction&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;br /&gt;I want the friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;You will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury itI won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted freedom&lt;br /&gt;Bound and restricted&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you up&lt;br /&gt;But I'm addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped sense of elation&lt;br /&gt;You'd never dream of&lt;br /&gt;Breaking this fixation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will squeeze the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;Bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will suck the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;Our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-7056031804759736209?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/7056031804759736209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-7314985756442242127</id><published>2007-05-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:18:30.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Hans Solo without Chewbacca</title><content type='html'>-- I quote from e&lt;br /&gt;movie Blades of Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fucking funny!&lt;br /&gt;worth my money!&lt;br /&gt;but to others it wont&lt;br /&gt;be... cos some pple r&lt;br /&gt;jus not into these kinda&lt;br /&gt;comedies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am!!! lurve it!&lt;br /&gt;i dont lyk deep movies&lt;br /&gt;tht make u pay to&lt;br /&gt;think... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comeides make u rlax.&lt;br /&gt;plus... for tht show.&lt;br /&gt;i applaud not only e actors.&lt;br /&gt;but also e writers who are&lt;br /&gt;so damn creative n brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;their kinda comedy is totally&lt;br /&gt;out of e world. (in a good&lt;br /&gt;way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blades of glory -- about 2&lt;br /&gt;ice skaters (sworn enemies) who&lt;br /&gt;had to work together cos they&lt;br /&gt;got kicked out of the national singles&lt;br /&gt;division. For the first time... 2 men&lt;br /&gt;on the ice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkiee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. life's been better&lt;br /&gt;ever since i got well&lt;br /&gt;from my flu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;wen ur sick u cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;wat goes on arnd u. u jus&lt;br /&gt;thnk abt urself n ur stup&lt;br /&gt;illness n nothng else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today im so excited...&lt;br /&gt;e phone tht i had my eye&lt;br /&gt;on now is on sale. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than being stuck with&lt;br /&gt;my old hp. i appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;alot... but thngs need to change.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even kids much younger than&lt;br /&gt;me only 9 or 10.. have hps&lt;br /&gt;more modern than mine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;they play it aloud n let e whole&lt;br /&gt;world hear. like as tho its so cool&lt;br /&gt;to be young n very much hip.&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;the first time i got my hp... thts my&lt;br /&gt;old hp.. was in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. now pri skool kids have&lt;br /&gt;hps with mp3 players etc. n&lt;br /&gt;those hu dont r left out.. jealous...&lt;br /&gt;poor thngs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno why im so reflective&lt;br /&gt;the whole of today...&lt;br /&gt;i began to thnk of tht someone..&lt;br /&gt;me n him last time.. how we&lt;br /&gt;were... e times we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then.. i drift on to these kinda&lt;br /&gt;thngs...&lt;br /&gt;argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;i need his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;for me to lie on.&lt;br /&gt;i need to hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im emo. :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-7314985756442242127?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/7314985756442242127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=7314985756442242127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7314985756442242127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7314985756442242127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/05/like-hans-solo-without-chewbacca.html' title='Like Hans Solo without Chewbacca'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-2333530482201535794</id><published>2007-05-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:23:12.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm speechless and redundant</title><content type='html'>about... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Innova's&lt;/span&gt; Speakers Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect it.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked on stage with&lt;br /&gt;only a mike to bank on,&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with familiar faces all&lt;br /&gt;around me...&lt;br /&gt;I felt like...&lt;br /&gt;bursting out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was multi-tasking as I&lt;br /&gt;spoke. While I was speaking,&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to flip my notes,&lt;br /&gt;looking at the audience, looking&lt;br /&gt;at them stone, trying to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wht&lt;/span&gt; the judges were looking at&lt;br /&gt;and trying to see if someone was&lt;br /&gt;there watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. not as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;definitely. 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; only... yet it&lt;br /&gt;seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not my first time speaking&lt;br /&gt;or performing. i don't have&lt;br /&gt;much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt; with stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;but i have a prob with my&lt;br /&gt;confidence and self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i won... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect it. :) i was smiling ear&lt;br /&gt;to ear like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bafoon&lt;/span&gt; but i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; did care. e one i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;the one i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ddnt&lt;/span&gt; expect cared.&lt;br /&gt;n i was damn happy bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first person to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;after i spoke... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ddnt&lt;/span&gt; expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; at all. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; made my day EVEN MORE&lt;br /&gt;than it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cld&lt;/span&gt; have already been&lt;br /&gt;made. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was sick on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; brought me down-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ner&lt;/span&gt;. but&lt;br /&gt;i did my best. n i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hikmah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sebalik&lt;/span&gt; my sickness...&lt;br /&gt;i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; goes e same for my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;gp&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;argg&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; finish summary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thts&lt;/span&gt; over. i did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;wht&lt;/span&gt; can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wht&lt;/span&gt; else...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. the diff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performing music n&lt;br /&gt;speaking... is VERY BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; with my band, i have&lt;br /&gt;others to bank on.&lt;br /&gt;if i perform solo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; at my comfort&lt;br /&gt;zone cos i have my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;my precious guitar is like&lt;br /&gt;my rock. somehow when i&lt;br /&gt;perform with my guitar&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gives me inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;i love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... when i speak with&lt;br /&gt;my voice... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;! fear rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so glad.&lt;br /&gt;this is e 1st time i got&lt;br /&gt;first for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;oratorical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contest. at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. e most i got 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at crescent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats e part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;dumfounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so lucky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;relli&lt;/span&gt; loving&lt;br /&gt;life. besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alevel&lt;/span&gt; stress&lt;br /&gt;haunting me... life's great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;. n i love it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; all&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;arnd&lt;/span&gt; me... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n family r happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of u congratulate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;thnx&lt;/span&gt; loads guys!! :)&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;thnks&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day. i wanted to say more&lt;br /&gt;than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; too speechless. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sincerely my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;thnx&lt;/span&gt; to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;congrat&lt;/span&gt;. me n r happy&lt;br /&gt;for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;relli&lt;/span&gt; happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. wish u were there. :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1887738579515780816</id><published>2007-05-15T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T15:11:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worry rock</title><content type='html'>In malay class now.&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's econs test&lt;br /&gt;after this.&lt;br /&gt;good luck all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1887738579515780816?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1887738579515780816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-7154758835284148794</id><published>2007-05-14T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:56:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet: Poprocks and Coke.</title><content type='html'>My emo fever is back.&lt;br /&gt;For me, the fad tht i face&lt;br /&gt;wld prob be the emo&lt;br /&gt;trend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just based&lt;br /&gt;on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my emo-ness&lt;br /&gt;has always been there.&lt;br /&gt;its just tht i shift my&lt;br /&gt;thought away frm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argg.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna impress you.&lt;br /&gt;make you believe that&lt;br /&gt;i am worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make u thnk i stand a&lt;br /&gt;chance. make u change ur&lt;br /&gt;mind. tht i can attract.&lt;br /&gt;even tho im not a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rmb ur exact words.&lt;br /&gt;u thought im just ok.&lt;br /&gt;is tht it? is tht it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just e other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we crossed paths.&lt;br /&gt;i felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;just a simple wave from&lt;br /&gt;you. and im smiling till&lt;br /&gt;e night's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 15 mins of us on&lt;br /&gt;the phone and i can't&lt;br /&gt;sleep. cause im thnking&lt;br /&gt;of you. and our world&lt;br /&gt;never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe love will come through... :T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-7154758835284148794?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/7154758835284148794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=7154758835284148794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7154758835284148794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7154758835284148794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-and-sweet-poprocks-and-coke.html' title='Short and Sweet: Poprocks and Coke.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5753622091575663827</id><published>2007-05-09T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:08:51.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe You Know. I don't...</title><content type='html'>Argg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;when thing are so unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Let's not make things obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;The post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;I shall tok abt other stuff&lt;br /&gt;on here from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be repressed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5753622091575663827?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5753622091575663827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5753622091575663827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5753622091575663827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5753622091575663827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-you-know-i-dont.html' title='Maybe You Know. I don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-616162235017553743</id><published>2007-05-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:22:28.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows. I don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If friends are disposable, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna delete you and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then again... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a walking contradiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How depressing today is&lt;br /&gt;all cause of one thng.&lt;br /&gt;it ruined my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day i found out..&lt;br /&gt;today is the day my dreams&lt;br /&gt;n hopes Crashed n Burned.&lt;br /&gt;2 day is the day i let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only startng to want you..&lt;br /&gt;but now its over.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get distant. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;they say...&lt;br /&gt;i'm nice n tht prob is&lt;br /&gt;ruining me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur nice n thts what&lt;br /&gt;makes me lyk you.&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck. you're with someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-616162235017553743?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/616162235017553743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=616162235017553743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/616162235017553743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/616162235017553743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-one-knows-i-dont.html' title='No one knows. I don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3696201009240282901</id><published>2007-04-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:09:29.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We would stay up all through the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's happening&lt;br /&gt;The Bubble's burst...&lt;br /&gt;You're playing your&lt;br /&gt;own game.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm in mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;: Let's make it clear :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubble of perfection...&lt;br /&gt;Our world together... just&lt;br /&gt;the two of us... is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're leading your own life&lt;br /&gt;in your own world...&lt;br /&gt;(forgetting me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm leading my own&lt;br /&gt;life... in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;(things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get you&lt;br /&gt;either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe love will come through... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3696201009240282901?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3696201009240282901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3696201009240282901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3696201009240282901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3696201009240282901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-would-stay-up-all-through-night.html' title='We would stay up all through the night'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-5716247884272661051</id><published>2007-04-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:05:01.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosthetic Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-This post is dedicated to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people who are social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parasites. -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, down in the front line.&lt;br /&gt;Such a sight for sore eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you're a suicide makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic eyes,&lt;br /&gt;lookin' through a numbskull.&lt;br /&gt;Self-effaced, what's his face.&lt;br /&gt;You erased yourself so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a growth&lt;br /&gt;that must be treated&lt;br /&gt;Like a severed severe&lt;br /&gt;pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;You can smell it but&lt;br /&gt;you can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;No explanation identified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't say.&lt;br /&gt;And you got no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Got a head full of lead, you're an&lt;br /&gt;inbred bastard son.&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin&lt;br /&gt;Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're&lt;br /&gt;synthetic.&lt;br /&gt;You're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Prosthetic Head" by Green Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-5716247884272661051?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/5716247884272661051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=5716247884272661051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5716247884272661051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/5716247884272661051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/04/prosthetic-head.html' title='Prosthetic Head'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1655706474615208382</id><published>2007-04-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:39:23.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He took the seat off his own bike because of the way that it felt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm thinking bout the only road..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One I've never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know its all that I've wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-- Macy's day parade --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. Im cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;Singing green day songs.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do with life.&lt;br /&gt;yet doing my hw.&lt;br /&gt;reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats life.&lt;br /&gt;it's get typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. this weekend was orite for me.&lt;br /&gt;on fri night i went for&lt;br /&gt;Crez Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not relli worth the money...&lt;br /&gt;i wldnt go...&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for the highlights of&lt;br /&gt;the night...&lt;br /&gt;n the fact tht crescent is my&lt;br /&gt;alma mater. :)) till forever..&lt;br /&gt;haha. what crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. crez awards was fun.&lt;br /&gt;finally got to see nad again.&lt;br /&gt;after months.. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;so many thngs happened.&lt;br /&gt;to her.. to me.. n yet we r&lt;br /&gt;so oblivious. cos we ddnt meet&lt;br /&gt;up. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sat was relli dull.&lt;br /&gt;ptm.. yeh. wtever..&lt;br /&gt;den. i slept thru e whole day.&lt;br /&gt;haha. sleepy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den today.. woah. usual&lt;br /&gt;again. went to PUB&lt;br /&gt;newater for service again.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun. hopefully i can&lt;br /&gt;finish tht as soon as poss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. the weirdest thng...&lt;br /&gt;firah n fizah(r) came to&lt;br /&gt;my hse today to study.&lt;br /&gt;poor thngs had no place&lt;br /&gt;to go. haha. u guys can&lt;br /&gt;come my hse any time&lt;br /&gt;if u want k.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. accept if my mum's home.&lt;br /&gt;haha. she don relli like&lt;br /&gt;visitors. but besides tht,&lt;br /&gt;hey ho the dairy oh...&lt;br /&gt;haha. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new hp!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy sony ericsson's&lt;br /&gt;flip phone in may. its's so&lt;br /&gt;pretty. damn y did my sis&lt;br /&gt;have to make me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with so many&lt;br /&gt;thngs. haha. yeah rite..&lt;br /&gt;k. i got one true love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wld come in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;he makes my heart skip a&lt;br /&gt;beat.&lt;br /&gt;i get goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;i miss his voice.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hear it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a part of his life.&lt;br /&gt;he is so great. he has faults&lt;br /&gt;but i still love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLIE joe armstrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. fooled u ddnt I!&lt;br /&gt;why wld i tell everyone e&lt;br /&gt;truth!!! :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;but i do love billie.&lt;br /&gt;but let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; just be a&lt;br /&gt;part of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a&lt;br /&gt;"desperation murmur of&lt;br /&gt;the heartbeat" -- Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tht&lt;br /&gt;he hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos he ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;But I just carry on.&lt;br /&gt;thnking abt my impt yr&lt;br /&gt;dis yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure. Gullible n&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do nothing but stare&lt;br /&gt;at u from afar.&lt;br /&gt;n this is the first time.&lt;br /&gt;usually i can go to u.&lt;br /&gt;but now im held back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i see u down in the front line.&lt;br /&gt;such a sight for sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;ur a sucide makeover' --&lt;br /&gt;Prostethic Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cherish&lt;br /&gt;all the time we had.&lt;br /&gt;the time of OUR life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[just rmb dear, im different&lt;br /&gt;from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;we share something so&lt;br /&gt;common, it is uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand. do u&lt;br /&gt;appreciate me? do u care?&lt;br /&gt;i wan u to thnk for a sec...&lt;br /&gt;all the times we had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us singing our fave songs&lt;br /&gt;we jus sing&lt;br /&gt;oblivious to wht it means&lt;br /&gt;'if u live with me I'll die&lt;br /&gt;for u and this compromise.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this significant to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb the times we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;our crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;we cldnt breathe. i held&lt;br /&gt;so tightly to wht he had...&lt;br /&gt;but now there's none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u miss all tht?&lt;br /&gt;all the times we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;ur losing out...&lt;br /&gt;ur losing me...]*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i need u.*i want u.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1655706474615208382?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1655706474615208382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1655706474615208382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1655706474615208382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1655706474615208382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-took-seat-off-his-own-bike-because.html' title='He took the seat off his own bike because of the way that it felt'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-8895711845458065116</id><published>2007-04-08T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:52:35.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Make a Plan. Gotta Do What's Right.</title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And I'm an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I dono why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Writing all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. lets jus summarize&lt;br /&gt;wht happened last wk.&lt;br /&gt;alot of strange stuff&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i cant relli thnk&lt;br /&gt;right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk.. so basically.. there&lt;br /&gt;was jammin on wed. rmb&lt;br /&gt;tht.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much of a jammin&lt;br /&gt;actually. my guitar string&lt;br /&gt;broke. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was irritated on tht day.&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs was not bad..&lt;br /&gt;hah. lyk real.. well alrite ah.&lt;br /&gt;morn was great.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon.. haiz.. met someone.&lt;br /&gt;tok to em. ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. im gonna strt doin service&lt;br /&gt;stuff. at the NEwater place.&lt;br /&gt;NEwater, yucks! haha. some&lt;br /&gt;say there's no diff. well.. to&lt;br /&gt;each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. im lazy to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;shit. I just hope I dont forget&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff tht happen last wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyk kes jel.. haha. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-8895711845458065116?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/8895711845458065116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=8895711845458065116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8895711845458065116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8895711845458065116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/04/gotta-make-plan-gotta-do-whats-right.html' title='Gotta Make a Plan. Gotta Do What&apos;s Right.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-6124759639789233745</id><published>2007-04-02T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:38:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Without Warning</title><content type='html'>Is there such a thing as the&lt;br /&gt;theory of balancing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole of last week was&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Then today... some parts of&lt;br /&gt;today... was great. Looking&lt;br /&gt;up to be a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den everythng sinks down&lt;br /&gt;the drain again.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to think of the good&lt;br /&gt;things that happen. The bad&lt;br /&gt;things only haunts us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope everythng will&lt;br /&gt;balance out again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can only get happy&lt;br /&gt;for one period of time only.&lt;br /&gt;After tht i will get bored&lt;br /&gt;again irritated.. argg. is it some&lt;br /&gt;sort of diesease or a normal&lt;br /&gt;thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it will balance out.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a major breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;today... i jus realised tht I can&lt;br /&gt;never be the person I badly&lt;br /&gt;wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will look at me twice.&lt;br /&gt;No one will think I have personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry here. low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;speaking. I just feel... (haha.&lt;br /&gt;lyk i told fizah today) that&lt;br /&gt;'aku rasa posisi aku dah&lt;br /&gt;tergugat.' hah. i dont noe&lt;br /&gt;whther tht seems sensible but&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. its just e way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel tht im no where near&lt;br /&gt;anythng...&lt;br /&gt;not in my studies.. not in my&lt;br /&gt;social life...&lt;br /&gt;im lyk a floating piece of wood&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i always pray to god to help&lt;br /&gt;show the right direction to me.&lt;br /&gt;sounds all so serious. haha. but&lt;br /&gt;really. i hope i will be given the&lt;br /&gt;'light'. haha. k. dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i quote from this song:&lt;br /&gt;'Well i've got some scattered&lt;br /&gt;pictures lying on my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;floor. It reminds me of the times&lt;br /&gt;we shared. Makes me wish that&lt;br /&gt;you were here...&lt;br /&gt;Cause now it seems I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;my purpose in this life.."&lt;br /&gt;-- from 'Scattered' -- Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant thnk anymore. I cant focus.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is love sick. well.. wht to&lt;br /&gt;do. I force myself to be in this state.&lt;br /&gt;I better get out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Finally I told fizah everyting.&lt;br /&gt;my secrets... hehehe. Im glad i told&lt;br /&gt;her. at last i have someone to share&lt;br /&gt;my secrets with. its so hard to meet&lt;br /&gt;fizah everyday n not being able&lt;br /&gt;to tell her how i feel abt tht someone.&lt;br /&gt;N i thnk narimah noes also.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;;) kinda slipped out. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;'I will be more vain for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be all out for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I will never change myself for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.. I'm gonna ask aisyah for a&lt;br /&gt;favour. That might make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;Stress + A level year +my family +&lt;br /&gt;love sick + pessimism = giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.. a maths equation for u.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it just can balance out&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-6124759639789233745?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/6124759639789233745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=6124759639789233745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6124759639789233745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6124759639789233745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-without-warning.html' title='Live Without Warning'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-2248807516815702768</id><published>2007-03-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:21:40.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker</title><content type='html'>Everythng's kinda fine now.&lt;br /&gt;yet there's potential tht&lt;br /&gt;volcano larva is abt to erupt&lt;br /&gt;out of me any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u ever get the feeling&lt;br /&gt;that u feel shock with ur identity?&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this is who i&lt;br /&gt;am at times... also i cant&lt;br /&gt;imagine ME being anyone&lt;br /&gt;else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet.. sometimes u wish u are.&lt;br /&gt;u wish to step out from the&lt;br /&gt;real you n be someone ur&lt;br /&gt;not. but thts not right...&lt;br /&gt;n i cant do tht cos i don thnk&lt;br /&gt;i will be able to handle being&lt;br /&gt;someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i shldnt even question&lt;br /&gt;my own identity. this is hu&lt;br /&gt;i am. i have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dono... can others&lt;br /&gt;accept it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter wht other&lt;br /&gt;pple thnk.&lt;br /&gt;true philosphy of a punk&lt;br /&gt;rocker. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. it matters wht those&lt;br /&gt;pple u care abt thnk.&lt;br /&gt;u want them to lyk u.&lt;br /&gt;but u cant. they jus lyk&lt;br /&gt;u as a fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts my identity.&lt;br /&gt;im the next door fren.&lt;br /&gt;the one u don treat&lt;br /&gt;seriously. e one u&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of just wanting&lt;br /&gt;to get information?&lt;br /&gt;or do they really care? do&lt;br /&gt;they really truly wanna tok&lt;br /&gt;to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n wen u tok...&lt;br /&gt;do they truly listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhetoric questions.&lt;br /&gt;no point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;what im typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it relates to my life.&lt;br /&gt;n im pretty sure everyone&lt;br /&gt;else's as well.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we dont get what&lt;br /&gt;we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps wht we want is asking&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;we need to be grateful for wht&lt;br /&gt;we have.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we jus want it&lt;br /&gt;so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but we still cant get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld we give up?&lt;br /&gt;never say never?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld jus be glad tht i can&lt;br /&gt;still.. still able to tok... tok&lt;br /&gt;to pple. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some day everyone&lt;br /&gt;will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i keep my feelings&lt;br /&gt;secret. haha. i don even&lt;br /&gt;tell hafizah! abt hu i lyk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i noe. i thnk&lt;br /&gt;she noes. she understands.&lt;br /&gt;if its not time for me to tell&lt;br /&gt;her... its just not time yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok. stop emoing n being&lt;br /&gt;cheesy.. argg. nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;im still emo. plus pms is getting&lt;br /&gt;me hormones running high.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just keep everythng&lt;br /&gt;as prt of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;n treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;n jus noe tht at least i have tht&lt;br /&gt;to salvage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moving on to CCA fair.&lt;br /&gt;again i wanted to type career fair.&lt;br /&gt;haha. oops mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. there's only one word for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say : DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it was kinda FUN for me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i guess cos alot of thngs&lt;br /&gt;keep me entertained. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i get to listen n groove to&lt;br /&gt;live cool music. heh. n also get&lt;br /&gt;to jam. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best prt.. i noe im gettin closer.&lt;br /&gt;get to be emo with pple.&lt;br /&gt;hah. but i get this feeling&lt;br /&gt;again.. dejavu. its lyk i get&lt;br /&gt;closer to pple but i realise&lt;br /&gt;its all too dangerous. i get my&lt;br /&gt;hopes up. i get mixed signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i noe its all not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;cos pple don feel wht i feel.&lt;br /&gt;so then whts e point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. one-sided-ness sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still wht i can say&lt;br /&gt;today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;cos pple were nice today.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple were funny. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;there were turn-off points&lt;br /&gt;but still wht can i say..&lt;br /&gt;pple will remain pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot deny tht i feel&lt;br /&gt;for pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dono wht im toking abt?&lt;br /&gt;haha. its ok. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-2248807516815702768?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/2248807516815702768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=2248807516815702768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2248807516815702768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2248807516815702768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-your-philosophy-from-bumper-sticker.html' title='Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-3213410023720454986</id><published>2007-03-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:07:01.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hereby solemly swear...</title><content type='html'>To not lose my handphone&lt;br /&gt;ever again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the most unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;thing happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i still have my old&lt;br /&gt;sim card. e one with my old&lt;br /&gt;no. n my old phone.&lt;br /&gt;n luckily i still have my mp3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr. thts wen i thnk i dropped&lt;br /&gt;my hp. wen i was too engrossed&lt;br /&gt;thnking abt where i put my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;i think i put my mp3 in my&lt;br /&gt;pocket n it dropped. most prob&lt;br /&gt;in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on e way home. shld i continue&lt;br /&gt;searching for my hp? but jus now&lt;br /&gt;i did. i trailed back the route i took.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i felt a sudden sense of&lt;br /&gt;panic first. then frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then regret.&lt;br /&gt;i lost all my messages!!!&lt;br /&gt;argg. haiz... some phone no.s.&lt;br /&gt;my hp is lyk my everytng.&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not abt the materialistic&lt;br /&gt;part. its abt e sentiments&lt;br /&gt;n memories my hp brings.&lt;br /&gt;all these cannot be bought&lt;br /&gt;with money. i cant replace&lt;br /&gt;them! haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also lost all the pics i took&lt;br /&gt;on my hp! haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost killed myself wen&lt;br /&gt;i once accidentally deleted&lt;br /&gt;all the messages in my&lt;br /&gt;inbox. and now this! argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i tell to myself. the&lt;br /&gt;important thng is not&lt;br /&gt;the msgs. but the memories&lt;br /&gt;i have n will cherish. but&lt;br /&gt;the msgs r the thngs tht&lt;br /&gt;make me rmb all the thngs&lt;br /&gt;tht happen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. well. nvm as my fren&lt;br /&gt;say.. maybe there's a&lt;br /&gt;'hikmah' to all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht am i goin to tell my mom!&lt;br /&gt;argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i will jus cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;n to make me not forget them..&lt;br /&gt;i shall promise to myself to make&lt;br /&gt;a blog or diary. n write down&lt;br /&gt;all e memories i have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of you.. of me.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i gtg n call wdlands interchange.&lt;br /&gt;my last hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-3213410023720454986?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/3213410023720454986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=3213410023720454986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3213410023720454986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/3213410023720454986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hereby-solemly-swear.html' title='I hereby solemly swear...'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-1325323197747813045</id><published>2007-03-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:15:19.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cat's caught in the dryer</title><content type='html'>New band name?&lt;br /&gt;hahha. yeh rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. this sunday..&lt;br /&gt;me, wan n rusydi went&lt;br /&gt;to jam at rythm masala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wht a name rite..&lt;br /&gt;but i been there b4&lt;br /&gt;with my band entourage.&lt;br /&gt;to have extra prac. missed&lt;br /&gt;those times. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. we're all getting distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares when i know&lt;br /&gt;pple hu lyk ta jam green day.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. so hack the rest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. my weekend was packed.&lt;br /&gt;n relli fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was great. haha. wen&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us tot of tht.. our&lt;br /&gt;minds straight away wen to&lt;br /&gt;'church on sunday'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan wanted to see my&lt;br /&gt;enthu-ness for green day n&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im sure he did. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we met at wdl. i was late.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet rusydi at&lt;br /&gt;our block. but.. oh well. i had to&lt;br /&gt;settle some family thng first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan was late. expected. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so i met both of them at wdl&lt;br /&gt;mrt. then we took bus 969 to&lt;br /&gt;the studio. but it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;but wan said it wld be opened&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to e coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;lepak-lepak for a while. i&lt;br /&gt;was SO hungry. i went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;the food was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: must always go&lt;br /&gt;there to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the place is at chompang&lt;br /&gt;near yishun. the 3 of us den&lt;br /&gt;were jus chatting. tok abt green&lt;br /&gt;day mostly. haha. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;rusydi n wan tok abt dono&lt;br /&gt;wat. i just keep quite. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this adorable kitten. poor&lt;br /&gt;thng. its paw was injured. n&lt;br /&gt;rusydi can make jokes abt it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. grunge n all. :T&lt;br /&gt;but fun ah. he's becoming more&lt;br /&gt;n more lyk someone i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess his influence is strong.&lt;br /&gt;stairway to heaven... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tht.. we went to jam.&lt;br /&gt;yay! but it felt so short la.&lt;br /&gt;even tho it was an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to admit i ddnt noe how&lt;br /&gt;to play most of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;cos i lack the practice. sorry&lt;br /&gt;guys. but they dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;nice pple. heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. so i promise i will prac n noe&lt;br /&gt;how to play all green day songs.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thng is.. the songs&lt;br /&gt;i noe.. i learnt.. we didnt jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. but nvm la. it was fun&lt;br /&gt;anyways. jus cos both of them&lt;br /&gt;r relli funny n fun to hang out&lt;br /&gt;with. rusydi.. with his grungeness.&lt;br /&gt;haha. everytng oso grunge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this uncle at e coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;his hair all messy, long. very&lt;br /&gt;grunge. haha. but he was wearing&lt;br /&gt;a singlet n he had a pot belly.&lt;br /&gt;not so grunge after all? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we saw him again. he passed&lt;br /&gt;the studio. but this time he&lt;br /&gt;was on a bicycle. haha. relli&lt;br /&gt;cracked me up. wen i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;me n rusydi were laughing lyk&lt;br /&gt;hell. n i thnk wan was lost with&lt;br /&gt;wht we were thnking abt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.. i saw this young guy.. teen..&lt;br /&gt;he was carrying 2 bicycle tires&lt;br /&gt;in his hand. haha. den he was&lt;br /&gt;chasing his friend hu was on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;on e road?! haha. wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny sights.. haha. me n rusydi&lt;br /&gt;gagged all the way.. then we&lt;br /&gt;got in e studio. finally. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to sing 'american idiot.'&lt;br /&gt;woo-hoo. relli fun. but the&lt;br /&gt;funnest song for me wld prob&lt;br /&gt;have to be 'waiting' or hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;'church on sunday'. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is tht i rocked out&lt;br /&gt;lyk shit for tht song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was relli fun. wen we head&lt;br /&gt;to e coffeshop again n back home,&lt;br /&gt;we were toking abt green day.&lt;br /&gt;wht makes us lyk them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oso i told rusydi abt some stuff,&lt;br /&gt;some jokes. haha. abt 'rolling'&lt;br /&gt;or 'golek-ing' as a method to lose&lt;br /&gt;weight. haha. this is suggested&lt;br /&gt;by someone hu just loves to&lt;br /&gt;thnk out of the box. way out...&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusydi laughed lyk hell wen i told&lt;br /&gt;him abt tht joke. haha. roll&lt;br /&gt;around the track n the red thngs&lt;br /&gt;on it act as 'acupuncture'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wth. but it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n he told me abt 'stairway to&lt;br /&gt;heaven'. hahaha. i thnk he told&lt;br /&gt;me tht at the coffeeshop b4 we&lt;br /&gt;jammed. haha. the unfinished&lt;br /&gt;bridge outside our school is the&lt;br /&gt;stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine! if we walked on it.. we&lt;br /&gt;wld plummet straight to our&lt;br /&gt;deaths. :T n up to heaven! haha.&lt;br /&gt;but someone says.. we must have&lt;br /&gt;confidence. 'kena yakin diri'!&lt;br /&gt;haha. also.. we tok abt how this&lt;br /&gt;person have certain expressions&lt;br /&gt;wen he tok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.. e conversation was mostly&lt;br /&gt;abt this someone or.. green day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wow. it was relli fun esp&lt;br /&gt;till all e way to my block. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-1325323197747813045?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/1325323197747813045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=1325323197747813045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1325323197747813045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/1325323197747813045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/03/cats-caught-in-dryer.html' title='The cat&apos;s caught in the dryer'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-6114910527267165194</id><published>2007-03-13T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:43:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castaway - I'm on a mission - an expedition</title><content type='html'>Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;this is probably one of the last&lt;br /&gt;few times im gonna blog&lt;br /&gt;for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its exam time.&lt;br /&gt;argggg. im so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today.. i want to write&lt;br /&gt;on wht happened on sat.&lt;br /&gt;i been busy. now im findin&lt;br /&gt;time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, on sat we went&lt;br /&gt;to e zoo! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;n by WE.. i mean the MLEP&lt;br /&gt;students. well.. some only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 of us. then i got to know&lt;br /&gt;more of the j1s. hah. relli&lt;br /&gt;nice pple. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day. firstly it&lt;br /&gt;was quite ok only. but i&lt;br /&gt;get to observe cute kids!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with.. getting to&lt;br /&gt;e zoo. well.. i was late. hah.&lt;br /&gt;as usual. arg. don blame me.&lt;br /&gt;:T it was my stomach. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;big ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i caused everyone to be&lt;br /&gt;late. cos they were waiting for&lt;br /&gt;me. sorry guys. again. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i met up with 2 of these j1 gals..&lt;br /&gt;hajar n hmm. cant rmb. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;oso with narimah n rusydi.&lt;br /&gt;at wdl mrt. took train to amk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusydi asked abt our jammin&lt;br /&gt;thng for sunday. haha. i said&lt;br /&gt;onz ah! gosh. this onz thing is&lt;br /&gt;relli influencing me alot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was excited. with the idea&lt;br /&gt;of jammin with 2 green day&lt;br /&gt;fans. yay! haha. finally some&lt;br /&gt;jammin songs i can relli look&lt;br /&gt;forward to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at amk.. ilham n gang were&lt;br /&gt;waiting for us. then we took&lt;br /&gt;bus 138. (haha. yes. im very&lt;br /&gt;detailed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;on e way.. me n rusydi were&lt;br /&gt;singing greenday songs. heh.&lt;br /&gt;thnking abt wht songs we&lt;br /&gt;wanted to jam... oso he told me&lt;br /&gt;abt tht time he got lost at amk&lt;br /&gt;n asked a lil boy for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;den we missed the bus. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to wait at the&lt;br /&gt;interchange. for abt another&lt;br /&gt;10 mins. haha. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos me n rusydi tok abt green&lt;br /&gt;day.. mostly. haha. well its fun&lt;br /&gt;to share the same interest with&lt;br /&gt;someone. heh. it was relli fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n all e way to e bus too.. in there&lt;br /&gt;we were listening to green day&lt;br /&gt;songs. well. half his ear was&lt;br /&gt;listening to my mp3 n half to&lt;br /&gt;his hp. haha. funny sia. fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i let him listen to 'blood, sex&lt;br /&gt;and booze'. this song.. abt hmm.&lt;br /&gt;lets jus say.. bondage. haha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;really. first time he listen to this&lt;br /&gt;green day song. poor thng. tht song&lt;br /&gt;is relli nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. the bus trip was relli long. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;cos the bus was slow. but hu cares&lt;br /&gt;when you're having fun. grunge all&lt;br /&gt;e way. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i jus got to noe rusydi for a few&lt;br /&gt;weeks. abt 1 month. but we r&lt;br /&gt;havin loads of fun. hahah. cos&lt;br /&gt;of green day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so we reached the zoo. n i thnk&lt;br /&gt;the organizers arnt happy with&lt;br /&gt;our grp. oops. i wanted to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but nothng came out. haha. i jus&lt;br /&gt;paid attention. i was jus too excited&lt;br /&gt;to worry abt anythng else. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was assigned.. sadly.. to the&lt;br /&gt;'reading trail' booth. basically me&lt;br /&gt;n narimah had to tear coupons&lt;br /&gt;from e families n then give them&lt;br /&gt;e booklet they r supposed to fill&lt;br /&gt;up. the parents will ask us qns.&lt;br /&gt;but we ourselves r very blur. argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we began to ask e organisers&lt;br /&gt;qns. i guess we cant depend too much&lt;br /&gt;on them telling us wht to do. we&lt;br /&gt;had to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hungry. i cld eat... narimah.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but thnk god. at arnd 10.30 we&lt;br /&gt;had a break. ate kfc. burger n pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. aft tht we had a telematch. it&lt;br /&gt;was a race. where parents n children&lt;br /&gt;r involved. i got to see so many&lt;br /&gt;families. some were not purely malays.&lt;br /&gt;there were mixed pple. aww. n some of&lt;br /&gt;them r so adorable esp cos they're mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the race, i took one group. they were&lt;br /&gt;very very onz! enthu^infinity. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3 of them are half indian. the parent&lt;br /&gt;malay n with his child... well i glad i&lt;br /&gt;took them. haha. they were adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. we won second. haha. i ddnt participate.&lt;br /&gt;jus had to carry the SINGA sign. haha.&lt;br /&gt;thts our grp's name. the kids&lt;br /&gt;were roaring (literally) with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;hah. aft the thng.. e mum of the 3 kids&lt;br /&gt;asked them to take a pic with me,&lt;br /&gt;'kakak singa' (lion sis) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i won myself a sticker book.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;which i teared it open with rusydi.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;den we shared goodie bags. he gave&lt;br /&gt;me all the raisin buns. idiot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we were all emo when they&lt;br /&gt;were giving out the prizes. cos&lt;br /&gt;we were facing the lake. n then&lt;br /&gt;looking out. n being so bored.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was overall a relli fun day.&lt;br /&gt;aft the thng, we took photo as&lt;br /&gt;a grp. we went around the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;n got all tired n hot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i wanted to abduct one&lt;br /&gt;of the children there. relli&lt;br /&gt;cute. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-6114910527267165194?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/6114910527267165194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=6114910527267165194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6114910527267165194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/6114910527267165194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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our &lt;strong&gt;favorite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We would stay up all through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We would &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt; and get high&lt;br /&gt;And never answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Can't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What went wrong...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you said this was right&lt;br /&gt;You fucked up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of always hearing&lt;br /&gt;Sappy love songs on the radio&lt;br /&gt;This place is fucking cursed&lt;br /&gt;and it's plagued&lt;br /&gt;And I can never escape&lt;br /&gt;when my heart it explodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Can't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cause you said this was right&lt;br /&gt;You fucked up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking out fiercely at the world&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What went wrong...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(c)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'What Went Wrong'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off your pants and jacket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-2610827468101394940?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/2610827468101394940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=2610827468101394940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2610827468101394940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/2610827468101394940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-went-wrong.html' title='What Went Wrong'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-7513101605387998460</id><published>2007-03-05T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:26:42.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the routine's turning to contention</title><content type='html'>Now I cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and redundant&lt;br /&gt;Cos "I love you's" not enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I think we're getting distant.&lt;br /&gt;Such that talking to each other&lt;br /&gt;is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argg. I think that is how he feels&lt;br /&gt;about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say other factors...&lt;br /&gt;other people... other things...&lt;br /&gt;can make me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially today.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel crappy thruout.&lt;br /&gt;n yet.. jus now during lunch&lt;br /&gt;i was crazy!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took stup vids with fizah. hah.&lt;br /&gt;poor kam's hp.&lt;br /&gt;full of US! ;)&lt;br /&gt;but den i get bck to reality.&lt;br /&gt;n i become so pissed off with&lt;br /&gt;everytng n everyone arnd me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kam n fizah asked me to relax&lt;br /&gt;dur our hist debate. i was so&lt;br /&gt;heated up. literally speaking&lt;br /&gt;as well..&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys if i seem so mad n&lt;br /&gt;irritated e hell out of u all by&lt;br /&gt;stoning so bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i was in a bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;arrgg. sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in such a bad mood tht..&lt;br /&gt;i was relli&lt;br /&gt;irritated with e way my frens'&lt;br /&gt;speak. with e way everyone&lt;br /&gt;does their stuff. erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lyk i cant stand certain&lt;br /&gt;things abt certain pple. lyk&lt;br /&gt;pple hu try to hard, pple hu&lt;br /&gt;crave attention, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;long story... its just&lt;br /&gt;my personality. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they prob thnk im a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys! bad mood ler.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i change tomoro..&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that im very mood-&lt;br /&gt;motivated. hah. not moody.&lt;br /&gt;just motivated by mood.&lt;br /&gt;my actions r determined by&lt;br /&gt;my mood at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the times tho i follow&lt;br /&gt;both e brain n heart. not jus&lt;br /&gt;heart. but at times i cant help&lt;br /&gt;it. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i was so pissy today.&lt;br /&gt;i thnk i have e 'murder look'&lt;br /&gt;in my eye. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i had to go all e way to hougang&lt;br /&gt;today. agg. to e clinic.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed all e way.&lt;br /&gt;thts a long story too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no time now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanna say tht today i bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;so if i seem diff. hah. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. one last thng.. i miss u. argg.&lt;br /&gt;i indirectly told him i love him. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i cant believe my classmates thnk&lt;br /&gt;i flirt with ... !? haha. ooh. no names.&lt;br /&gt;jus a 'nice' thng tht seri calls him&lt;br /&gt;mr flirt. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-7513101605387998460?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/7513101605387998460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=7513101605387998460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7513101605387998460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/7513101605387998460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-routines-turning-to-contention.html' title='Now the routine&apos;s turning to contention'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-8121410474591885241</id><published>2007-02-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:54:30.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poprocks and Coke</title><content type='html'>Life is getting better n better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps thts the case for me&lt;br /&gt;cos i've just gone through a&lt;br /&gt;whole post-pms, post-anger&lt;br /&gt;stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yest i felt so angry.&lt;br /&gt;so agitated n irritated by&lt;br /&gt;everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;its almost as if everyone&lt;br /&gt;around me r flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hmm. literal meaning?&lt;br /&gt;i thnk not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. perhaps im feeling better&lt;br /&gt;cos my mind has relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;after goin thru a 'rough' few&lt;br /&gt;days, i guess today is considered&lt;br /&gt;a really good day. haha. no&lt;br /&gt;stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.. im not thnking too much abt&lt;br /&gt;certain probs. more lyk other&lt;br /&gt;pple's probs. i jus 'lek one&lt;br /&gt;corner'. haha. wat a right&lt;br /&gt;attitude! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;my luck is beginning to change&lt;br /&gt;i guess. today has been really&lt;br /&gt;relaxed for me. the idea of&lt;br /&gt;studying or focusing on other&lt;br /&gt;thngs jus totally burst my&lt;br /&gt;bubble of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. yeah. i still thnk of my&lt;br /&gt;studies. but i cldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let my happiness last for at&lt;br /&gt;least one day. or shall i say.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. 12 hrs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. alot of laughter by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i feel more alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i jus feel glad. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there are other&lt;br /&gt;influences as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i have to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;someone made my day ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. well, thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;im glad we went out.&lt;br /&gt;cos i feel tht i made a new&lt;br /&gt;fren. so.. its fun ah! :)&lt;br /&gt;plus he's super nice! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n lyks green day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ddnt only go out with him..&lt;br /&gt;my cousin followed. n erm. lets just&lt;br /&gt;say.. i ddnt relli tell her tht&lt;br /&gt;he wld be coming along. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. cheeky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. moving on..&lt;br /&gt;i totally feel puzzled by certain&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain similarites n&lt;br /&gt;differences between pple i noe.&lt;br /&gt;I compare pple i noe with each&lt;br /&gt;other. n i get bemused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dono.. everyone has their flaws.&lt;br /&gt;but whose are more tolerable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not only abt knowing e&lt;br /&gt;other person's flaws.&lt;br /&gt;but its about the feelings u have&lt;br /&gt;for the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be more specific but&lt;br /&gt;still not givin exact details...&lt;br /&gt;(heh. malu to tell every single&lt;br /&gt;thng ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just cant forget the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there's a present, u still &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reflect on the past. U still love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the past n want to enjoy every&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories of the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past will still remain the first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n the present cant change the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past. The past still remains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unsolvable n i just cant &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understand the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should we dwell on the past?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and be ignorant of the present. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past is too precious. Even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tho I know that the past will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never see me as more than a fren. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a fren of the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As time passes by, we will find tht&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the past is lyk this. Its just our friend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It fills our memories. It is our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first love. We can never forget our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past. We can never change our past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I feel that the past might &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have forgotten me. The past did not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;console me. It did not make me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel better. Perhaps it might all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change. But i don't want it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thought of me living the present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brings me great happiness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, the thought of me dwelling on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the past, makes me disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and rejected. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet I know... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that underneath it all.. even tho I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to move on from the past, that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never forget the past and will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still love the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-8121410474591885241?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/8121410474591885241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=8121410474591885241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8121410474591885241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8121410474591885241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/02/poprocks-and-coke.html' title='Poprocks and Coke'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-829524418286299413</id><published>2007-02-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:00:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Vdae Special* - Another Sentimental Arguement</title><content type='html'>The season of love is in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for me is always out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have my fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my frens.&lt;br /&gt;My surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;With you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The friendship we made is&lt;br /&gt;a waste of our time?" - AAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I will just put that aside.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I cherish our frenship.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. argh. its just too intense&lt;br /&gt;to thnk abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i know i sound random.&lt;br /&gt;cos... no one noes who the HELL im&lt;br /&gt;toking about. ok. fuck it. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. lets see. lets get bck to&lt;br /&gt;daily events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.. it has been a great 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was great.&lt;br /&gt;It was the 'Vdae Mini Concert'!&lt;br /&gt;yay! *claps*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played orite ah. i didnt play my best.&lt;br /&gt;cos someone stup made me&lt;br /&gt;nervous lyk hell wen im actually&lt;br /&gt;not. argg. :) and yet.. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. yeah. i played ok only.&lt;br /&gt;i cld play better. tot i&lt;br /&gt;cld impress... people... but..&lt;br /&gt;wen i tink abt it.. pple wont be.&lt;br /&gt;"cos no one wants to hear a&lt;br /&gt;drunkard fool". yeah thts how i&lt;br /&gt;felt. low self esteem speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case i tot it was a great&lt;br /&gt;night jus cos my frens were all with&lt;br /&gt;me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, we ended of with&lt;br /&gt;our crazy night. all us musicians&lt;br /&gt;went to eat tagether. not everyone&lt;br /&gt;ah. but pple i noe. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. dur the concert... i cant believe&lt;br /&gt;rusydi actually said tht he thnk pple&lt;br /&gt;hu lyk Green Day rox! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he so funny. :) i mean. i thnk its cool&lt;br /&gt;of him to say tht. but.. hmm. i wonder&lt;br /&gt;wat e rest thnk?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple thnk we're two CRAZY hardcore&lt;br /&gt;GD fan tht belongs in e Idiot Club. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case. green day rox! muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. rusydi is this j1 guy i got to&lt;br /&gt;know recently. this, so far, is wht i noe abt&lt;br /&gt;him: he loves green day, is crazy n is&lt;br /&gt;my neigbour hu always shouts 'gol'&lt;br /&gt;wen there's a football telecast on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. coincidence perhaps? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. now serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!!! yeah. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is overrated. Vdae is superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yet its sweet n romantic.&lt;br /&gt;argg. i neva had a great vdae b4. haha.&lt;br /&gt;not tht i wnt one. but it wld be cool&lt;br /&gt;to have one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe all e cool romantic stuff&lt;br /&gt;i heard today. lyk Izz. she got a secret&lt;br /&gt;admirer. gosh. he sent her roses n&lt;br /&gt;sweets at her doorstep! awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n den a few other pple i saw. were&lt;br /&gt;carrying flowers n plastic bags full&lt;br /&gt;of prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some, its from their dearie.&lt;br /&gt;awww. some of their prezzies r so&lt;br /&gt;cool n sweet. very totful. it&lt;br /&gt;doesnt have to be materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;just a simple rose tells it all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n den today was a celeb of frenship&lt;br /&gt;as well. pple getting prezzies frm&lt;br /&gt;diff frens. its jus so cool how pple&lt;br /&gt;actually took e effort to buy sweets&lt;br /&gt;for all. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. thanks to all hu gave me sweets!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh. vdae for me is not relli much of&lt;br /&gt;a celeb. firstly.. we r not spposed to&lt;br /&gt;believe in it. yeh. i mean.. its a long&lt;br /&gt;story.. related to religion. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but besides tht, to me vdae also is&lt;br /&gt;superficial. i thnk there shld not be&lt;br /&gt;ONLY one day whereby u shld celeb&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe its so called a special day n all..&lt;br /&gt;but u shld also show love for the person&lt;br /&gt;for everyday of ur lives. then a r/ship is&lt;br /&gt;more meaningful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for me.. my social callender can be&lt;br /&gt;compared to an abandoned field full of&lt;br /&gt;dying weed. haha. k. thts a bit&lt;br /&gt;exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but skool IS very draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i have no luck with love.&lt;br /&gt;none at all. n i don noe why.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im ugly. haha. thts y no&lt;br /&gt;one wants me. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its not tht im desperate to&lt;br /&gt;find a bf. just tht. arrgg. it jus&lt;br /&gt;is great to experience tht one day.&lt;br /&gt;n hopefully before i turn 18. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thnk i jus let out a secret. haha.&lt;br /&gt;there. confessions of Fahimah Azman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad lil bitch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i can still laugh abt it. cos i have&lt;br /&gt;hope n faith. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there.. vdae just ended! its 15 feb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-829524418286299413?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/829524418286299413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=829524418286299413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/829524418286299413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/829524418286299413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/02/vdae-special-another-sentimental.html' title='*Vdae Special* - Another Sentimental Arguement'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-8698180077362976887</id><published>2007-02-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:17:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise To Go To  Church On Sunday</title><content type='html'>Argggg. Church on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love  this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the so&lt;br /&gt;called newer version of&lt;br /&gt;'blogger' have just created&lt;br /&gt;e dictionary check for&lt;br /&gt;each post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stupidity. I now need&lt;br /&gt;to type in full words. no&lt;br /&gt;more short forms. argh.&lt;br /&gt;but i don care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also e newer version of&lt;br /&gt;blogger is so much uglier.&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. today has been&lt;br /&gt;a great day. Or shld i say&lt;br /&gt;afternoon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Vdae rehearsal in&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon. it started pretty&lt;br /&gt;late. but it was fun. anythng&lt;br /&gt;with music.. guitars.. green day&lt;br /&gt;and... hmmm... (ahem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now the song&lt;br /&gt;church on sunday is stuck in&lt;br /&gt;my head. not that it is bad or&lt;br /&gt;anythng. haha. but it is&lt;br /&gt;just amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. tho i don&lt;br /&gt;rmb some parts of it. still e&lt;br /&gt;chorus is so sweet n rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is by the ultimate..&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY..&lt;br /&gt;n the frontman, billie joe, wrote&lt;br /&gt;this song for his dearest wife&lt;br /&gt;Adrianne, cos they were having&lt;br /&gt;a 'rocky' marriage. They've been,&lt;br /&gt;to date, married for abt 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;They're great. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called 'church on sunday' cos&lt;br /&gt;he's telling his wife to go with him&lt;br /&gt;to the church on a Sunday to&lt;br /&gt;'renew' their marriage vows. AWW.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet. n then they will 'go out on&lt;br /&gt;friday night'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;similar to 'first date' from blink&lt;br /&gt;and '2000 light yrs' from greend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i was 'menCHEH-CHEH' -ing&lt;br /&gt;the whole today. haha. i thnk&lt;br /&gt;some pple will get wht tht means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall today.. new fren found.&lt;br /&gt;frenships deepen.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love my class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job for the haunted house!&lt;br /&gt;- i@fun.&lt;br /&gt;Also kudos to e other classes hu&lt;br /&gt;made it thru all our nonsense. n&lt;br /&gt;my class hu stood by all the probs.&lt;br /&gt;:) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i@fun was pretty much a flop.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fucking hot around&lt;br /&gt;the track.&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few drink stalls.&lt;br /&gt;The heat was melting all the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those r just MAJOR setbcks.&lt;br /&gt;but worse is tht the stalls are&lt;br /&gt;pretty 'elementary'. nothng&lt;br /&gt;special. very sec skool carnival.&lt;br /&gt;I@fun was&lt;br /&gt;not FUN. the only fun prt was&lt;br /&gt;prob seeing my old frens again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but it was alrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job pple! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to pay 10 bucks for the tix&lt;br /&gt;not sold. urgh. damn u fir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*halo halo neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;right opposite to me!* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-8698180077362976887?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/8698180077362976887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=8698180077362976887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8698180077362976887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/8698180077362976887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/02/promise-to-go-to-church-on-sunday.html' title='Promise To Go To  Church On Sunday'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-117068871686306245</id><published>2007-02-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:23:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a certain degree&lt;br /&gt;of EVIL in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are just pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nice in general.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I lyk to thnk that I am.&lt;br /&gt;So.. I dont usually become evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. ever since the whole&lt;br /&gt;"incident" I thnk tht i am.&lt;br /&gt;Its not much. Just that... I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to speak my mind. SO&lt;br /&gt;i wrote how I felt on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that so much so evil n mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be straightforward wen i&lt;br /&gt;want to.&lt;br /&gt;but in general im pretty secretive.&lt;br /&gt;n hide my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. I just had to say it. It was my&lt;br /&gt;cause.&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. But he seems ok abt wat I&lt;br /&gt;wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Is he oblivious or ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat matters is wat I wrote. So i&lt;br /&gt;made an aim.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed ok with me. n its true&lt;br /&gt;tht he doesnt insult me. so y must&lt;br /&gt;i do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;my aim basically is to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;tats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den its over.&lt;br /&gt;i can laugh abt it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cruel intentions.&lt;br /&gt;U are made to become a parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don wan to be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;but if u wanna noe.. i am neutral.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been ur good fren.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. ur jus a fren la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but u colour up my life.&lt;br /&gt;make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in a bad way... but&lt;br /&gt;still.. i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall move Away&lt;br /&gt;from this topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about another person.&lt;br /&gt;(*shall not be named*) =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout today I was in&lt;br /&gt;complete bliss.&lt;br /&gt;COS..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy i tok to u.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that im so fortunate&lt;br /&gt;to get to know u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But sometimes my bubble&lt;br /&gt;bursts.&lt;br /&gt;N im back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;I realise... U don feel e same way&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U react with other girls the same&lt;br /&gt;way as u do with me.&lt;br /&gt;U don treat me lyk im special 2 u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy wen i see u.&lt;br /&gt;I made a fool out of myself in front&lt;br /&gt;of u.&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad ur there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-117068871686306245?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/117068871686306245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=117068871686306245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117068871686306245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117068871686306245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/02/cruel-intentions.html' title='Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-117060821520705999</id><published>2007-02-05T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:57:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps</title><content type='html'>FEBRUARY IS HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that Im happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Or anything lyk tht.&lt;br /&gt;Even more so..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that.&lt;br /&gt;Every month that pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get nearer n nearer to A levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant to handle&lt;br /&gt;the pressure. cos im too&lt;br /&gt;relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet deep down i want to excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my motivation?"&lt;br /&gt;-- Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. everythng i do i relate it&lt;br /&gt;to them. They are my life!&lt;br /&gt;I love them! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well certain thngs have taken&lt;br /&gt;a turn. this feb.. for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. certain happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got thru the opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;-- it was a wonderful exp.&lt;br /&gt;-- tho tiring.&lt;br /&gt;-- i will miss it. im glad i got to noe&lt;br /&gt;e pple involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We toked all thru e night.&lt;br /&gt;-- we couldnt put down e phone&lt;br /&gt;-- even when we wanted to&lt;br /&gt;-- haha. we strted our nice,&lt;br /&gt;real conversation. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wonder if u do read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;-- I hope not. (half-heartedly)&lt;br /&gt;-- I think u will noe tht im toking&lt;br /&gt;abt u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wonder if u do noe.. n if u do feel.&lt;br /&gt;-- the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes. Feb ushers in.. the EMO trend&lt;br /&gt;back again for me.&lt;br /&gt;-- haha. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of things that I actually wish&lt;br /&gt;to express. But some i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Im speechless n redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos even tho I say it.. its useless.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well just keep our&lt;br /&gt;memories as part of somethng&lt;br /&gt;etched in my mind for a long&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U r so clueless.&lt;br /&gt;U dont noe anythng.&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-117060821520705999?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/117060821520705999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=117060821520705999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117060821520705999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117060821520705999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/02/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-117017094846355562</id><published>2007-01-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:44:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundant -- FYI -- *Important*</title><content type='html'>You're such a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity you at times.&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way they treat u,&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do? They can't&lt;br /&gt;help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dont really understand u.&lt;br /&gt;We try to befriend u but u&lt;br /&gt;don want to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wen we back away, u&lt;br /&gt;come chasing after us.&lt;br /&gt;sticking to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to advice u.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show u what are ur&lt;br /&gt;character flaws.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell u why these people&lt;br /&gt;dont lyk u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im afraid that..&lt;br /&gt;(They say 'a tiger never changes&lt;br /&gt;its stripes')&lt;br /&gt;it might be all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably u will never change.&lt;br /&gt;U will never realise what makes&lt;br /&gt;them dislike u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about ur physical being.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about ur social life.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about being popular or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about ur character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not popular.&lt;br /&gt;But people r ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If alot of people r not ok with u&lt;br /&gt;That shows somethng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stoop to the level of&lt;br /&gt;others. We may insult u.&lt;br /&gt;behind ur bcks. infront of u.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. but we have a reason&lt;br /&gt;for it. but u dont have to follow&lt;br /&gt;us. n 'publish' mean thngs about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont cause u no harm.&lt;br /&gt;we try our best to be civil.&lt;br /&gt;n we do feel guilty at times&lt;br /&gt;wen we insult u.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still we are CIVIL towards u.&lt;br /&gt;we don hurt u physically.&lt;br /&gt;we don abuse u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;our actions might hurt ur feelings.&lt;br /&gt;n we're sorry for tht.&lt;br /&gt;but still we have our reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure u do not realise what r&lt;br /&gt;e reasons.&lt;br /&gt;but as i said.. it is all abt the character.&lt;br /&gt;n behaviour. that is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;About this issue.&lt;br /&gt;I dont see the big fuss abt it.&lt;br /&gt;It is my alevel yr.&lt;br /&gt;Thts all I wanna thnk abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And U shld too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish U all the best.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully u will&lt;br /&gt;realise ur mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being in our shoes..&lt;br /&gt;The majority feels this way&lt;br /&gt;abt u. n it is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;its so many people! how can so&lt;br /&gt;many people feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;without valid reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our reasons for feelin&lt;br /&gt;that way.&lt;br /&gt;So i am sorry to say...&lt;br /&gt;but u have to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*This is a public service announcement -&lt;br /&gt;This is only a test*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-117017094846355562?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/117017094846355562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=117017094846355562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117017094846355562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/117017094846355562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/01/redundant-fyi-important.html' title='Redundant -- FYI -- *Important*'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116937818735724452</id><published>2007-01-21T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:16:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>After orientation, I've got skool blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dearest 0732A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ESPECIALLY miss jam n hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shelly too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling of FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N joy wen i hear TITANS winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or TITANS cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been filled with/ pregnant (new term i come to be familiar with)&lt;br /&gt;with HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of official skool.. been a lucky week.&lt;br /&gt;(not much PE, always early, get to tok to all of u&lt;br /&gt;SO many times, fren bonding, many luck with&lt;br /&gt;guys. pure happiness. hah. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of official skool.. been an unlucky week.&lt;br /&gt;(PE blues, hormonal flucutations, lateness 3 days in a row,&lt;br /&gt;no luck with guys, loads of hw, NO JAM, i miss u, i hate u, i see u,&lt;br /&gt;feelin tht death is nearin. k. skip e last point. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. u can see how PACKED my week has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full of activities. ie.: opening ceremony prac, seemingly&lt;br /&gt;never-ending lessons, Musician's Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me a.k.a. BUSY woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never escape from ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116937818735724452?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116937818735724452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116937818735724452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116937818735724452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116937818735724452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-busy-busy_21.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116806630086493589</id><published>2007-01-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:11:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie All Night</title><content type='html'>I'm so freakishly happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Tho I dont seem like it cos Im&lt;br /&gt;lying half dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole orientation 07 was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;But yest night was the highlight!!!&lt;br /&gt;As usual, or shall i say, the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;jam n hop night was e bomb!&lt;br /&gt;haha. im bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just LURVEE to boogie!&lt;br /&gt;n some memorable, unforgettable stuff&lt;br /&gt;may have happened last nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. of course.. it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets strt frm the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;sure thng, we were disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;cos.. our clan TITANS didnt win..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.. im happy. we're third.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. our final performance didnt&lt;br /&gt;turn out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;but we did a great job all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to all e j1s! love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;i might have been a lil angry tht&lt;br /&gt;e j1s didnt perform their best..&lt;br /&gt;but tht was at first.. i was ok..&lt;br /&gt;cos i noe in the end.. competition&lt;br /&gt;is not most impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. again im bias.&lt;br /&gt;cos im just so happy im high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are other probs tht i&lt;br /&gt;face as well.. i will write tht in other&lt;br /&gt;posts... haha. n face tht later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i just want to dip&lt;br /&gt;myself in the possibility of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. anyways.. yeah. after e whole&lt;br /&gt;orientation n announcing of winners,&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated by BOOGIE-ING!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. jam n hop.. fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n shelly (thts how u spell it right :P)&lt;br /&gt;stick together n tried finding the rest&lt;br /&gt;of e guys.. hakim, afiq, the rest of titans..&lt;br /&gt;it was so crowded.. the hall may be big..&lt;br /&gt;but it was still damn hot n sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. me n shelly worked our asses&lt;br /&gt;off man.. we keep trying to find new pple.&lt;br /&gt;n try to get those hu r not dancing to get into&lt;br /&gt;e spirit.. haha. we moved around alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw loads of familiar faces. n unfamiliar ones&lt;br /&gt;as well. while on the dance floor i bumped into&lt;br /&gt;some ogls n the j2s.. n then i just danced with&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of j1 guys n gals i dont noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. then i even went on stage with some of the&lt;br /&gt;guys.. lyk the ogls.. n we reall strut our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;haha. not strut.. we danced. haha. damn syiok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i stick arnd with e same grp of pple.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i jus cant get enuff of them. they're so&lt;br /&gt;fun. :) esp. on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wont be able to forget last night. while we were on stage...&lt;br /&gt;shelly, fad n some of the other gurls told us to just go ahead&lt;br /&gt;n pick out a guy we wanna dance with. n hu might u thnk i&lt;br /&gt;picked.. haha. i first went off stage n into e crowd.. but i&lt;br /&gt;didnt see him. i noe hu i was gonna pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i saw him.. haha. n we definitely boogi-ed all&lt;br /&gt;thru e night. we danced for an hr. n we were so&lt;br /&gt;tired ah.. but i wldnt miss a chance to dance with&lt;br /&gt;him.. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff abt tht. tht shall remain in the figment of&lt;br /&gt;my memory. n remain there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. last night was memorable becos i let loose of&lt;br /&gt;myself.. i've been uptight n stressed the whole&lt;br /&gt;of yest. i just let loose n i danced with&lt;br /&gt;evryone arnd me.. haha. me n shelly did some dirty&lt;br /&gt;dancing.. haha. so much for none of tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the first time i ever let loose. n even be confident&lt;br /&gt;enuff to dance with a bunch of guys. n&lt;br /&gt;with a guy. haha. well.. it was so fun. i thnk i&lt;br /&gt;said this thrice.. but its e truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. with such fun, comes with such confusion&lt;br /&gt;n reality check. confusion comes frm some&lt;br /&gt;probs i see my frens go thru.&lt;br /&gt;i need to ask her. she looks so unhappy yest..&lt;br /&gt;confusion comes frm myself.. my probs..&lt;br /&gt;hu im going to choose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again i don care for now. i linger upon&lt;br /&gt;this thought. but im gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;cos my memory of yest is just so&lt;br /&gt;powerful.. full of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna end with a happy note...  so..&lt;br /&gt;i shall go on abt yest. i was lyk&lt;br /&gt;some energetic mean dancing machine&lt;br /&gt;yest.. i dono how e hell i looked last&lt;br /&gt;night on the dance floor. i dono wht pple&lt;br /&gt;thnk of me. but i noe i went on dancing..&lt;br /&gt;all thru e whole hour. haha. cant believe&lt;br /&gt;it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw some pple not dancing.. some frens..&lt;br /&gt;some j1s.. n i saw pple hu stopped dancing&lt;br /&gt;n just sat on the stage, outside or backstage.&lt;br /&gt;some pple just r not so fond of dancing&lt;br /&gt;i guess. but me.. im e clubbin kind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i just wished it was a bit clearer n longer&lt;br /&gt;last night.. so tht i can find more pple to&lt;br /&gt;dance with n have more time to dance with&lt;br /&gt;em..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even tho i have some disappointments as&lt;br /&gt;such. im still happy. n had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad to part with my og at e end. we had some&lt;br /&gt;tributes n pics of the orientation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i tok to my dearest og. n then they all left.&lt;br /&gt;i tot it was almst over. until.. atiqah gave me&lt;br /&gt;a nice note.. haiz. im glad she liked me as a fren&lt;br /&gt;n ogl. n then.. i went to the stage.. n i just felt&lt;br /&gt;i wanted somethng.. so i went bck to my og&lt;br /&gt;area.. the back of the hall.. n asked them for&lt;br /&gt;water. but my intention was other wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i got my wish n intention. i saw him for e&lt;br /&gt;last time last nite. we exchanged nos. im glad he&lt;br /&gt;came back. i tot he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so happy. i met new pple. i&lt;br /&gt;went thru half of my jc life feeling fully&lt;br /&gt;satisfied. i always feel tht i need satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;n this time i shall not be greedy. i am&lt;br /&gt;satisfied with wat i have. i really wish others&lt;br /&gt;do get this too. hopefully.. it wld only get&lt;br /&gt;better n better.  perhaps.. it already is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116806630086493589?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116806630086493589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116806630086493589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116806630086493589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116806630086493589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2007/01/boogie-all-night.html' title='Boogie All Night'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116478596846664803</id><published>2006-11-29T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:39:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I was SOOO sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. for the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special happened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for 2 thngs. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. no.1 -- I met a really CUTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet u were thnking guy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i named it 'bengkok'. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2 -- my aunt's new place 'sort of'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i feel lyk blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: update on these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116478596846664803?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116478596846664803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116478596846664803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116478596846664803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116478596846664803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116402666436479209</id><published>2006-11-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:20:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo</title><content type='html'>Officially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am sick n tired of being all so&lt;br /&gt;......EMO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop... (for today)&lt;br /&gt;n i will tok about MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so... today I went to Vivo City with a&lt;br /&gt;bunch of girl frens. or shall i say new frens&lt;br /&gt;and one OLD fren (my cousin, Syafiqah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. actually i wanted to go to Vivo City&lt;br /&gt;with Nad last wk. wnted to go with her. but&lt;br /&gt;sighs. she never reply. but oh well.. at least&lt;br /&gt;i got to tangkap feel of tht place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is huge!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yep. reminds me of mega mall at KL.&lt;br /&gt;Cos at vivo there are the north, south,&lt;br /&gt;east and west courts; just like at e&lt;br /&gt;mega mall. Wow. My feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht reminds me of a line frm MXPX:&lt;br /&gt;"do your feet hurt?&lt;br /&gt;did u fall from heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. so sweet. a guy sings for a gurl.&lt;br /&gt;so romantic. hahaha. rock some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. back to Vivo. thought I would&lt;br /&gt;get something there but ended up buying food&lt;br /&gt;only. haha. n tangkap feel and gambar. ya.&lt;br /&gt;just atmosphere n scenery. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. this is e crtic I give to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping: 3/5 (cause e stuff there r above my budget!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment: 4/5 (love e 3rd floor. but sux on hot days)&lt;br /&gt;Scenery: 4/5 (same comment as entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see sentosa!!! cable car, ferries going to batam... haha&lt;br /&gt;and also its near the harbour side. duh. so loads of&lt;br /&gt;those business ships. those stuff they do to trade...&lt;br /&gt;machines...&lt;br /&gt;best of all... the SENTOSA BRIDGE. real cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... TIME FOR PICS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how huge n nice Vivo is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting the 3rd Floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/1600/PHOT0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/320/PHOT0377.jpg" 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;This is where families, friends gather to just have&lt;br /&gt;a little rest for their legs... they go in the water&lt;br /&gt;n splash around. the water is at below knee length.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N that's my leg looking up at Vivo City. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splash! Splash!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/1600/PHOT0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/320/PHOT0376.jpg" 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;Before that... me n my cousin took some pics of&lt;br /&gt;US (hot models) hahahaha. only me hot. literally. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116402666436479209?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116402666436479209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116402666436479209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116402666436479209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116402666436479209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivo.html' title='Vivo'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116395419947388811</id><published>2006-11-20T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:48:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked Without A Kiss Again</title><content type='html'>Am I becoming more and more desperate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pact n its kinda hmm..&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda against my principles.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. yeah. surprisingly I do&lt;br /&gt;of course have principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything in the world,&lt;br /&gt;my principles are absolutely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them lies in the theme of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;R we so desperate enough to do something&lt;br /&gt;that we r embarassed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But desperation, emotions drive pple to do&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case, my 'thing' that I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;do is not really such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;It may be desperate but I reasoned it out&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's a bold thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I have decided that I'm going to spend my&lt;br /&gt;life to the fullest! yep. so.. no fears.. no&lt;br /&gt;embarassments. I will just ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. the 'thing' I'm gonna do.. is about asking a guy&lt;br /&gt;something. i think everyone probably guessed&lt;br /&gt;it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it over.&lt;br /&gt;I like this pic. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;This is Billie thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/1600/Billie%20Dreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3003/541/320/Billie%20Dreamy.jpg" 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;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. I assume he's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;about me I hope. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure... no one's thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should do something drastic n SUPER&lt;br /&gt;Bold. than, people would notice me n think&lt;br /&gt;abt me. hahaha. nah. im not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still grounded.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116395419947388811?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116395419947388811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116395419947388811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116395419947388811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116395419947388811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/11/fucked-without-kiss-again.html' title='Fucked Without A Kiss Again'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116375784180065273</id><published>2006-11-17T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:04:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Rock Has Turned To Dust</title><content type='html'>Its ALIVE!!! Its ALIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I sort of  managed to get my blog up.&lt;br /&gt;With a proper design.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used my sis laptop to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So... kudos to ferri.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt know actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love the design.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to me.&lt;br /&gt;ok... to e guy i ripped e template from.&lt;br /&gt;thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E design really means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;finally i get a say.&lt;br /&gt;A say tht says green day songs are meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yep. another sentimental argument.&lt;br /&gt;it's just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;after all... e worry rock has turned to dust. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116375784180065273?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116375784180065273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116375784180065273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116375784180065273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116375784180065273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/11/worry-rock-has-turned-to-dust.html' title='Worry Rock Has Turned To Dust'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116305443745610060</id><published>2006-11-09T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:40:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Me 'POPROCKS AND COKE'!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We experience this with relationships ALL the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just romantic relationships but ALL the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationships we formed with the ones in our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only start to realise that we want someone&lt;br /&gt;when the person is gone.&lt;br /&gt;We don't appreciate them when they were&lt;br /&gt;with us.&lt;br /&gt;Then,  when they're gone things get awkward.&lt;br /&gt;We get lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal --&lt;br /&gt;"I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical thing we do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;We don't see who are the ones we love.&lt;br /&gt;And now. I just wish I CAN turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;But that would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can only forget you but not the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read my blog, I realise how cheesy n&lt;br /&gt;emo all this is.&lt;br /&gt;But I love writing this sort of thng.&lt;br /&gt;Just to show to eveyone (if there is) that&lt;br /&gt;we move along with our lives w/o&lt;br /&gt;realising certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it/they r gone... We MISS THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can only look back.&lt;br /&gt;But never go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116305443745610060?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116305443745610060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116305443745610060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116305443745610060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116305443745610060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/11/sing-me-poprocks-and-coke.html' title='Sing Me &apos;POPROCKS AND COKE&apos;!!!'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116221573168521667</id><published>2006-10-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:09:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>I'm SO shitty to fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please show me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the one who makes me feel ME&lt;br /&gt;he brightens up my day&lt;br /&gt;I search for him&lt;br /&gt;I think about him&lt;br /&gt;We laugh. We talk all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;And get so sleepy, we're high.&lt;br /&gt;This M.i.a. guy butters my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet.. you show no sign.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me lyk a fren.&lt;br /&gt;I rather be your fren.&lt;br /&gt;We should remain this way.&lt;br /&gt;Or else our frenship ends.&lt;br /&gt;We're e same but different.&lt;br /&gt;He's not my type.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be him.&lt;br /&gt;But do I wanna be WITH him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the one my heart beats for.&lt;br /&gt;Soul mate V.S. dream guy???&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;I stare at him from afar.&lt;br /&gt;And yet... He makes me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;I like him.&lt;br /&gt;But do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;My dreamy green specs guy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third... He's new.&lt;br /&gt;He's the one that I am attracted to.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause...&lt;br /&gt;There are no reasons to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike those other 2...&lt;br /&gt;I like you for no reason. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;Would I say I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a bubble pops.&lt;br /&gt;I escape from the realm of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;In this hateful world. With pple I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bothered. Just cause...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I feel useless. No one wants me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody. Pple hate me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me. And yet.&lt;br /&gt;Me is never enough for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116221573168521667?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116221573168521667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116221573168521667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116221573168521667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116221573168521667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/10/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-116047243543193606</id><published>2006-10-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:27:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAL -- You are Me. I wanna be You.</title><content type='html'>I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a great guitar player&lt;br /&gt;(and drums).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm not gonna be stuck up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit to critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him for his help.&lt;br /&gt;Will he help? I know he thinks&lt;br /&gt;I suck. And have no natural&lt;br /&gt;talent. Still... I MUST TRY.&lt;br /&gt;I WONT GIVE IN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you if you don't want me to play.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be better than you.&lt;br /&gt;Whats so great about you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't pressure me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't insult me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. this can be part of a lyrics to a&lt;br /&gt;song.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a great songwriter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions. Aims. Direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;I love music! I wanna form a band&lt;br /&gt;and go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;As a woman... A female...&lt;br /&gt;Able to play the guitar well.&lt;br /&gt;Even better than some guys.&lt;br /&gt;(feminist speaking. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DARE TO DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;@note to be aaliyah natasha - I imagine to be this imagination@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-116047243543193606?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/116047243543193606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=116047243543193606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116047243543193606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/116047243543193606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/10/aal-you-are-me-i-wanna-be-you.html' title='AAL -- You are Me. I wanna be You.'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-115735143479633183</id><published>2006-09-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:30:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The DAYS</title><content type='html'>Everything can be SO fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog.&lt;br /&gt;This Net.&lt;br /&gt;This Entire Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel an emptiness inside.&lt;br /&gt;What are we supposed to do? Why must we do it?&lt;br /&gt;Simple Qns.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling SO emo. Dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause he's here.&lt;br /&gt;About 100m away from me.&lt;br /&gt;We seem so near yet so distant.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew him.&lt;br /&gt;He never knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what my DEAR gurl friend told me is true.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time I needed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;Again. Another Hard Qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder than the stupid exam Qns.&lt;br /&gt;These are real life qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to remain a shell.&lt;br /&gt;An empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;Till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they are...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to update it.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm goin to summarize the events that happened each month this year.&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh! I just saw him go down the stairs with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;A GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;They prob went down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;A DATE?!&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Another Hard Qn.&lt;br /&gt;With Many Wrong Solutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-115735143479633183?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/115735143479633183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=115735143479633183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/115735143479633183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/115735143479633183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-days.html' title='Back To The DAYS'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-114804272963008922</id><published>2006-05-19T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:22:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomba Night!!! (6th Jan)</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! It's time to party!!!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. k. stop there. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, boomba night was super&lt;br /&gt;FUN. really great. They should&lt;br /&gt;have it ever year. only problem&lt;br /&gt;is the cost. $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met up early at&lt;br /&gt;school as usual. I think today was&lt;br /&gt;the last day to reutrn all the subject&lt;br /&gt;combi forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-114804272963008922?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/114804272963008922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=114804272963008922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/114804272963008922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/114804272963008922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/05/boomba-night-6th-jan.html' title='Boomba Night!!! (6th Jan)'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-114156483193687024</id><published>2006-03-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:58:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later On - 3rd-5th Jan</title><content type='html'>Day 2-4 of Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna give the main events&lt;br /&gt;this time. My last post was super&lt;br /&gt;long. but its ok i guess. cause its the&lt;br /&gt;first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition to the first day...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i remembered. me n&lt;br /&gt;syaza were the super enthus.&lt;br /&gt;we clicked easily. n were so crazy&lt;br /&gt;for blackfoot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day: SUPER BORING.&lt;br /&gt;dreadful. some uni lecturers came&lt;br /&gt;to speak on us abt subject combi.&lt;br /&gt;Me n vani were getting pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;But, currently, i havent tok to her in&lt;br /&gt;a very long time. She's at AC i heard.&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the day, the only&lt;br /&gt;thing i was sure abt was tht i was goin&lt;br /&gt;to enter arts n social science when i&lt;br /&gt;get into uni.&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing... I promised myself&lt;br /&gt;NOT to EVER take maths EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I had to. damn. Cos, i wanted to&lt;br /&gt;take psychology in Uni. Its better to at&lt;br /&gt;least have H1 (AO) maths.  Plus, with&lt;br /&gt;maths, the chance of getting into UNI&lt;br /&gt;and the courses i want is better.  Taking&lt;br /&gt;maths gives a wider scope of courses to&lt;br /&gt;take. SO, in the end, I chose (GASP!)&lt;br /&gt;H1 MATHS. Im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT... 3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;Time for the fun war games. Only&lt;br /&gt;thing. Too bad I didnt stay for it.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to stay for the station&lt;br /&gt;games only. Or was that the fourth&lt;br /&gt;day? haha. Well, basically, during&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd-4th day, we played loads&lt;br /&gt;of games. But i ddnt get to join in&lt;br /&gt;with the war games. SICK. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the station games...&lt;br /&gt;I remember one game that was&lt;br /&gt;really disgusting. Its called&lt;br /&gt;arrange chairs or something like&lt;br /&gt;that. Basically, each orientation group&lt;br /&gt;(OG) have to stand on like 8 chairs.&lt;br /&gt;And SQUEEZE. we have to arrange&lt;br /&gt;ourselves according to what the pple&lt;br /&gt;(councillors) want. then, they will spray&lt;br /&gt;water onto us whilst doing this. Its&lt;br /&gt;not just ordinary water. Who knows&lt;br /&gt;what mud and grass have landed into&lt;br /&gt;it?! yucks.  Then, wen we had to&lt;br /&gt;squeeze, it was super disgusting n&lt;br /&gt;scary at e same time. i had to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;in with the guys.  gawd. sounds lyk&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong right. But, when i mean&lt;br /&gt;squeeze, i mean, parts touching parts.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it up to the imagination. :T&lt;br /&gt;But, for the sake of my OG and clan,&lt;br /&gt;i did it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another game that was&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool. but, generally station games&lt;br /&gt;are quite a downer. So, the game was&lt;br /&gt;lyk a puzzle thing. they gave car plates&lt;br /&gt;with the numbers and alphabets on them.&lt;br /&gt;We had to guess what the thing is saying&lt;br /&gt;as it is written in short form. (eg. CUL8R)&lt;br /&gt;which is 'see you later.' Syaza was really&lt;br /&gt;good at this game. we were the enthu ones&lt;br /&gt;as i say. But, the rest of my OG members&lt;br /&gt;weren't that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem... some of them were anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;they were more comfortable with the&lt;br /&gt;friends that they are familiar with. But, the&lt;br /&gt;rest of them were alright. I think we had more&lt;br /&gt;gurls then guys. erm. I think abt 7 or 8 guys.&lt;br /&gt;Then, perhaps, 12 gurls. But of course, there&lt;br /&gt;were more chinese pple. Only one malay guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, i was dead sick. I was trying&lt;br /&gt;to pay attention to Xin Ru (clan leader) and&lt;br /&gt;Ian (head council) talking. But i cant bear it&lt;br /&gt;any longer. So, i reported to my ogl. she&lt;br /&gt;brought me to the office. n my mum was&lt;br /&gt;informed. i went home alone... aww. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to use the back gate. damn. it was locked.&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk all the way back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;I could have walked the short cut way&lt;br /&gt;(through the grassy areas) but i ddnt noe&lt;br /&gt;abt it at that time. And if i walk that way,&lt;br /&gt;it would be so extra. Everyone is at the&lt;br /&gt;grandstand. So, i used the SUPER long route.&lt;br /&gt;Took one whole big circle around the school.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the bus stop. was super tired. i&lt;br /&gt;thought i should go to the clinic. so i called&lt;br /&gt;my mum. Was of no use. i called my sis. We&lt;br /&gt;met at woodgrove pri and she gave me her&lt;br /&gt;netts. so, i went to the clinic n got an mc and&lt;br /&gt;some medicine. Syaza told me she saw me&lt;br /&gt;while i was on the way there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day:&lt;br /&gt;woke up. still super sick. so i rested.&lt;br /&gt;headache. flu was gone though. then, i went&lt;br /&gt;to shcool later only. i ddnt want to miss&lt;br /&gt;anything. Oh. and also ddnt want to miss&lt;br /&gt;the cca fair.  when i reach school, it was prob&lt;br /&gt;abt 12 something. They just finished with&lt;br /&gt;the war games. Syaza told me it was rough.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i was sick. so, i stayed on. we ate&lt;br /&gt;our lunch. catered. Had some meeting&lt;br /&gt;again with blackfoot. discuss abt performance&lt;br /&gt;item on boomba night. I was still having a&lt;br /&gt;headache. gawd. CCA fair was fun. Syaza told&lt;br /&gt;me what came as a shock to me. She n&lt;br /&gt;Khalis are together. I ddnt noe that. She lied&lt;br /&gt;to me at first. haha. they were playing a&lt;br /&gt;game. see hu will be interested them first&lt;br /&gt;at innova. so, they told us all that they are&lt;br /&gt;best friends. haha. my ass... more than&lt;br /&gt;friends. its so obvious actually. Khalis was&lt;br /&gt;my 1st guy fren at innova. haha. told him&lt;br /&gt;that. he's nice. was concerned abt me getting&lt;br /&gt;sick and all... ah. now i rmb. during cca&lt;br /&gt;fair, we went to the musician's club booth.&lt;br /&gt;located at the back of the hall. david was&lt;br /&gt;playing on the guitar. of course at first i&lt;br /&gt;ddnt noe who he was. he's really good.&lt;br /&gt;solo guitar. excellent. then, me, syaza n&lt;br /&gt;khalis got so excited abt joining the cca.&lt;br /&gt;(one of the reasons i join innova) Khalis&lt;br /&gt;was the first to sign up. Then, aufar who&lt;br /&gt;was in my og oso. hmmm. i signed up&lt;br /&gt;soon after syaza. then, we had to go&lt;br /&gt;for auditions. they said they will tell us&lt;br /&gt;the date online. the thought of audition&lt;br /&gt;frightened me. I was 0 when it comes&lt;br /&gt;to guitar skills at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we continue on to the next day...&lt;br /&gt;the most exciting day throughout of all&lt;br /&gt;the orientation days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23456707-114156483193687024?l=worry--rock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/feeds/114156483193687024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23456707&amp;postID=114156483193687024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/114156483193687024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23456707/posts/default/114156483193687024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worry--rock.blogspot.com/2006/03/later-on-3rd-5th-jan.html' title='Later On - 3rd-5th Jan'/><author><name>Salus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741262877455122376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJLxFcwkQtc/StiMa5AtqsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ubb075waklM/S220/African+peep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23456707.post-114156311490300769</id><published>2006-03-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:21:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning - 3rd Jan 2006</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start off with the very first day&lt;br /&gt;of me at innova. I didnt manage to update&lt;br /&gt;my blog from my olevel exams all the way&lt;br /&gt;to now, me in innova. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off with my hustle and bustle&lt;br /&gt;to get to school in time. With perfection of&lt;br /&gt;course. I consider myself quite a perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to dealing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Self-centered as some call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day begins. A new year. And a new&lt;br /&gt;environment. I wouldnt say a new life. Or&lt;br /&gt;perhaps... it is.  Innova Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;What was to be expected? What was to be&lt;br /&gt;done? Questions. Some solutions later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up quite early that day. 3rd of&lt;br /&gt;January. The official start for all schools&lt;br /&gt;below tertiary level. That goes for even&lt;br /&gt;the tiniest kindergarten student. On that&lt;br /&gt;day, I woke up at around 6-6.30 am. I&lt;br /&gt;think. I wanted to prepare for the very&lt;br /&gt;first day. Why? I guess cause I'm settling&lt;br /&gt;into a new environment. So, I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;make a good first impression. I even&lt;br /&gt;bothered to use the hairdryer. As I said,&lt;br /&gt;to me, it must all be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair had to be perfect. N my skirt. N&lt;br /&gt;everything else. Yep. That was how i was&lt;br /&gt;to prepare for the first day at innova.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lame i guess. But, that was how it&lt;br /&gt;is.  The night before the big day, I even&lt;br /&gt;troubled myself by sewing my skirt, altering&lt;br /&gt;it to get the right length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I didnt want to seem like&lt;br /&gt;some idiot wearing a long skirt. I came from&lt;br /&gt;a girls' school. No mixing with guys for&lt;br /&gt;4 years. That's how it was for me. So,&lt;br /&gt;going to innova, I'll meet guys. N so, i&lt;br /&gt;was nervous. N to beat it, I had to look&lt;br /&gt;at least perfect. Gosh. I sound extremely&lt;br /&gt;lame. But this was how I felt when I&lt;br /&gt;came to innova. Like a fish out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I bathed. Took quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed into my uniform. That&lt;br /&gt;was the fast part. When it got to the face&lt;br /&gt;part n getting eveything right, that was&lt;br /&gt;hard.  Gosh. I'm vain. I admit it. But,&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt want to look good on their&lt;br /&gt;very first day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put on these things: powder and&lt;br /&gt;lip balm. Just baby powder. I find it&lt;br /&gt;stupid to wear make up to school. Cos&lt;br /&gt;its just school. Not a club or mall. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I grabbed my stuff.  And&lt;br /&gt;off I went. At around 7.30 am. That was&lt;br /&gt;late. Yeah. I'm supposed to arrive there&lt;br /&gt;at 7.45am actually. I reached there 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;late. Everyone else came lyk at 7.20 am.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was actually 30 mins late. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I came to school alone and sweating lyk mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! That was hard for me. It was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be perfect. Oh. I just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Before arriving at the parade square, I was&lt;br /&gt;right behind this two malay girls. Minahs&lt;br /&gt;was my 1st impression of them. Then, when&lt;br /&gt;they passed this group of malay guys at the&lt;br /&gt;parade square, they strted going crazy.  One&lt;br /&gt;of them made an impression of Eddie Guerero,&lt;br /&gt;WWE superstar. He went: VIVA LA RASA!&lt;br /&gt;Lame. N I was right behind those 2 gurls. It&lt;br /&gt;was so weird. I quickly sped off to the other j1s&lt;br /&gt;at the back w/o looking at those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. My day started off terribly. Sigh. So, when&lt;br /&gt;i arrive at the back with the other j1s, i saw a&lt;br /&gt;few familiar faces. I saw this group of gurls&lt;br /&gt;wearing a  not-so-bright yellow uniform and&lt;br /&gt;blue-green skirt. Hmm. Familiar indeed.  I saw&lt;br /&gt;the group of gurls from class 4S3 and Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;Waved at them. Then, I saw Yun Xuan and&lt;br /&gt;Vani. I was trying to search for my cckps frens.&lt;br /&gt;When I joined Yun Xuan and Vani, I saw them&lt;br /&gt;and waved. I was surprised to see Yun Xuan.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt noe she went innova oso. It was great to&lt;br /&gt;see all my frens. All the familiar faces. Then, they&lt;br /&gt;made us stand for what seem lyk hours. The&lt;br /&gt;principal toking super long. sigh. I was so&lt;br /&gt;relieved when she stopped n the j2s when to their&lt;br /&gt;classes. N the j1s got into our Orientation Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember what happened next. The&lt;br /&gt;main point is we were brought to the hall. N after&lt;br /&gt;we registered, the principal just had to talk again.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. We listend to her for an hour. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;She went on toking abt how impt the 3 mnths is&lt;br /&gt;and tht its a pre-u course. BLAH. BLAH. BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;The Ogls and councillors got CRAZY in their&lt;br /&gt;clans. Yeah. When Ian came on stage and started&lt;br /&gt;the clan spirit, the ogls were cheering. So, Ian&lt;br /&gt;and Rafidah introduced us to some stuff abt the&lt;br /&gt;school.  Abt the Golden Maple Leaf(haha)....&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got to know each other in our tribes.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was arikara. Orientation grp no. 25. We&lt;br /&gt;had ice breaker games. Lyk repeating&lt;br /&gt;everyone's name and blanket game. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met this really nice gurl. haha.  Her name&lt;br /&gt;is Syaza. She's from BP. My 1st impression of her&lt;br /&gt;is tht she is sweet and friendly. N the smarty-pants&lt;br /&gt;kind. really! haha.  So, me n her stuck pretty close&lt;br /&gt;together. Prob cos we're malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so, the whole day went pretty ok. the Ogls&lt;br /&gt;had to show what their cheer is. I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Blackfoot. Yo! haha. thts our main cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Their cheers were pretty ok. My feeling on the 1st&lt;br /&gt;day was lyk a little confused and scared to&lt;br /&gt;speak up.  yeah. Anyway, we had the stupid mass&lt;br /&gt;dance. which i thought was redundant. N&lt;br /&gt;then we had the station games. That was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one where we used a curtain to pass&lt;br /&gt;a ball to the other team till we score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, tiring day. N we went back at arnd&lt;br /&gt;5. It was quite an ok day. 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