<?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-6521457</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:35.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dwelling...</title><subtitle type='html'>ya.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-117186678672032264</id><published>2007-02-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:33:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though still bitter and sour,&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how the feeling of relief rushes all over,&lt;br /&gt;Like a stone lifted up my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While erasing the memories bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;remembering the happiness and falling in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are a contradicting bunch.&lt;br /&gt;Why does a simple life has to be made into such complications?&lt;br /&gt;If only things were as easy as like how North pole attracts the South like a magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though disappointed, but a new gained friend.&lt;br /&gt;Keen to know what this new year has in store for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all other couples still lovey, best wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-117186678672032264?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/117186678672032264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/117186678672032264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117186678672032264' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116930909532979137</id><published>2007-01-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:04:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever realised how sometimes deep down in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;you already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Yet how stubborn we humans are,&lt;br /&gt;not believing until hearing it, sound and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is,&lt;br /&gt;I do not live in regret.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, I tumbled, yet still, I can't seem to give you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;The past half year has been a cloud nine for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you, and I want you to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate all that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;And for that, these happy memories will be tucked right deep in.&lt;br /&gt;Because I care, and because I only want to miss the happy us,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be free and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Only you being happy would make our seperation all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be as important as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been draining all my energy, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Tired as I might be,&lt;br /&gt;please pray I'd strive for the sake of career prospects I'm offered.&lt;br /&gt;Make-up diploma's starting end of the month! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aud &amp; Ser, you'll both be missed. Very dearly. Please take care, in Canada. And after tonight at the airport, please remember I'll be waiting for the next time I see you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saey0ulurveeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://saey0ulurveeme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- Just a sneak peek at my full-time supporter. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116930909532979137?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116930909532979137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116930909532979137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116930909532979137' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116927358914815069</id><published>2007-01-20T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:13:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That sourish feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;We've had the happy times and that's probably more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;The wrong time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are leaving, and the loneliness kicks in once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116927358914815069?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116927358914815069'/><link rel='self' 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to do anymore,&lt;br /&gt;you just decide to try and try to go on hoping that light would come soon;&lt;br /&gt;And hoping that you don't breakdown before it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I am breaking down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried all that I can, did I that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell, which things are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I see that faint glimmer in the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Would this glimmer finally lead to the end,&lt;br /&gt;or would it be yet another illusion and false hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116921272725966778?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116921272725966778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116921272725966778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116921272725966778' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116720525987158817</id><published>2006-12-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:40:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been five months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see all the success stories,&lt;br /&gt;so, so inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they all gone through all these too?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that, after I brace myself past this obstacle course, I'll be like them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really, not the one feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;Are there many other hundred and thousands of hearts feeling this smash and confusing feeling I'm having too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One after another..&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying, am still trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I'm just going to take a rest,&lt;br /&gt;wipe these tears dry,&lt;br /&gt;and continue to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day, I can no longer tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy, after each obstacle that's been overcome.&lt;br /&gt;How many more, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But all you gotta know is,&lt;br /&gt;you're very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;And you mean more to me than you can imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116720525987158817?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116720525987158817'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;I just want to have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be happy together, not to keep solving problems and end up unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's not so easy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, for what I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Dreading the meeting, the eye contact, the tears, the talk.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like letting it all go,&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna run away from it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we become like this..&lt;br /&gt;How did someone I always looked forward to seeing&lt;br /&gt;become so distant..&lt;br /&gt;And when did making each other happy become so tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want now is,&lt;br /&gt;to go back to what it was like..&lt;br /&gt;Or, just letting it all go. Once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116378383826355372?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116378383826355372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116378383826355372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116378383826355372' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116352850453599035</id><published>2006-11-15T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:21:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Empty and unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;but there's no better solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few months..&lt;br /&gt;Always had the sinking feeling it'd end somehow,&lt;br /&gt;just didn't expect it to be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what I'm doing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116352850453599035?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116352850453599035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116352850453599035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116352850453599035' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116014548400205080</id><published>2006-10-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:38:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Mr. Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Bali trip's better be so good that it can compensate the time I'm thinking about you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to celebrate mooncake festival with the chang ers, mooncakes, and maybe(hopefully) liquor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116014548400205080?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116014548400205080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116014548400205080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116014548400205080' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-116007478453990376</id><published>2006-10-06T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:59:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't seem to get to sleep despite my weary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Darn warm weather, if only I could've just fell asleep straight, as soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Gonna be a lonely lonely 5 days, gonna miss. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be by each other, sleeping and peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;not unhappy, zero disputes.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-116007478453990376?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116007478453990376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/116007478453990376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116007478453990376' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115912891749948382</id><published>2006-09-25T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:15:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With compromise and trust,&lt;br /&gt;honey and candy floss,&lt;br /&gt;2 months flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started to realise the sourish aftertaste&lt;br /&gt;of glucose in our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we continue to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;Or will tonight end like any other,&lt;br /&gt;like how 12am passes us by everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we want, or ask for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just have fried chicken every weekend despite dumping the skin.&lt;br /&gt;But would you, have salads with me on my every Monday blue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115912891749948382?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115912891749948382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115912891749948382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115912891749948382' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115795547071348873</id><published>2006-09-11T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:20:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not sure where this is heading or bringing us.&lt;br /&gt;Each time a new flower blooms, I thought..&lt;br /&gt;I always thought..&lt;br /&gt;This time especially.&lt;br /&gt;But yet time and again,&lt;br /&gt;it's never smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;All the tougher it is when you thought you'd finally see the light at the end of the tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;then you realised it's just another illusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am, just another dime.&lt;br /&gt;And what I am, might just not be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115795547071348873?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115795547071348873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115795547071348873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115795547071348873' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115632002933690932</id><published>2006-08-23T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:06:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when dusk sets in,&lt;br /&gt;when it's dark and not even you can see your own expression,&lt;br /&gt;these anecdoctal snapshots of vines start creeping in slowly on you;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the core of your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmly comforted in a chilly room,&lt;br /&gt;the battle between Heaven and Hell..&lt;br /&gt;Flashes blinded the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;raw flesh beneath the sewn wound bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, whomever you may be,&lt;br /&gt;what is it that I am supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why have you made me confused,&lt;br /&gt;why have you made my mind an orphan,&lt;br /&gt;and presented me a trackless soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is drained,&lt;br /&gt;my limbs are tired..&lt;br /&gt;My posture has slumped,&lt;br /&gt;my feet are dragged.&lt;br /&gt;The uncountable commitments each mounted on top of one another,&lt;br /&gt;looks a rat to a pile of stones,&lt;br /&gt;weighs a truck on the strained back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each labelled path when the sun finally stops beating down,&lt;br /&gt;it's you I await to see..&lt;br /&gt;And it's you whom I await to plaster a smile as cheery as the sun that was beating down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what I want for you, too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115632002933690932?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115632002933690932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115632002933690932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115632002933690932' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115450703805352728</id><published>2006-08-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:23:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July has been a crazy month.&lt;br /&gt;Been slacking for almost 2 weeks already,&lt;br /&gt;it really is time to pour some thinner over that superglue.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been teddy after teddy, so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't somebody right be around once and for all,&lt;br /&gt;or just let nobody appear at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems right,&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems like reality anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am a human-being that has lost touch..&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be appreciated because I am XueYun,&lt;br /&gt;because I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;And not because I am 'just a companion', easily replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am crossing a busy road in the middle of town,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the cars honking, traffic lights blinking,&lt;br /&gt;I smell the waft of cigarette smoke from behind me, and the incessant chattering from strangers all around me.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turn around, I am alone, all alone,&lt;br /&gt;as I cross the busy road in town all by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115450703805352728?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115450703805352728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115450703805352728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115450703805352728' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115208885386982339</id><published>2006-07-05T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:40:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bittersweet birthday.&lt;br /&gt;All started really badly,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks guys for ending it on a really sweet note.&lt;br /&gt;Other than my parents nobody'd bother as much, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I got the quiet birthday I wanted this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever stop rocketing up or plummeting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115208885386982339?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115208885386982339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115208885386982339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115208885386982339' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115169664501062303</id><published>2006-07-01T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:44:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upset &amp; disappointments are part of life.&lt;br /&gt;And they come in all the time,&lt;br /&gt;especially at wrong times or situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly I should just look into the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;and the reason prolly lies right at the reflection I'm staring at.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of oneself are always the hardest to identify,&lt;br /&gt;Yet often ends up the worst you've ever imagined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115169664501062303?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115169664501062303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115169664501062303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115169664501062303' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115114233599284687</id><published>2006-06-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:45:36.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fashion Show @ Zouk again last night.&lt;br /&gt;FruFru &amp; Firefly, Murder &amp;amp; Stray.&lt;br /&gt;Collections were cool, looking forward to drop by retail shops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a little after, hitched a ride from transport to sk.&lt;br /&gt;Too energetic yesterday for a girl who didn't sleep the whole night,&lt;br /&gt;only feeling the lethargy now.&lt;br /&gt;Plus point : Sound sleep the entire night, been a long time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115114233599284687?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115114233599284687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115114233599284687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115114233599284687' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115098934386003729</id><published>2006-06-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:15:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it so true, that evil is so much easier to be seen or accused,&lt;br /&gt;regardless whether it is true or not.&lt;br /&gt;And good, on the other hand, is always piled right at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, my viewpoint from your direction,&lt;br /&gt;everything seems wrong and overturned.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, it's natural and normally accepted that&lt;br /&gt;I should be the more unfairly treated one, just because I'm older and more independent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a good side, as well as the ugly side.&lt;br /&gt;And why should you, smile proudly and accept compliments when your friends are envious of you for my independence.&lt;br /&gt;Go around telling the whole world it's a load off your mind that I can take care of myself for most things,&lt;br /&gt;But yet, not be able to accept the negative side of my independence and dump the blame on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean that, independence, is something&lt;br /&gt;proud and worthy to have when it's shining brightly under chandeliers,&lt;br /&gt;but something to blame and be ashamed about when poor lightings are compromising the beauty of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I, for once,&lt;br /&gt;be the young and naive, dependent and childish one.&lt;br /&gt;That one where all I have gotta do is to whine to get things my way.&lt;br /&gt;For once, be the one who gets all the better treatment and bask on clean beaches with shades and suntan lotion, instead of the one out on the rocky sea trying to look out for any bad signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair? Should I be happy and contented? Am I right, or wrong? Or am I wrong when I'm wrong, and wrong when I'm right as well?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it doesn't mean that if you've done your job, I'd have felt it.&lt;br /&gt;If you chose to take this path with us, don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;If you were afraid, you should've just stayed on your same path in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Doing your job does not mean doing what YOU think you SHOULD have done. You forgot all about how I feel. It's not just about you.. How about me? Could I, be allowed to be selfish, just once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115098934386003729?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115098934386003729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115098934386003729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115098934386003729' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-115092869296943128</id><published>2006-06-22T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T06:24:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, the first day of school, damn, did I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten used to the hectic work lifestyle, it was weird to adjust, even weirder feeling to feel like a student again. No, it's not carrying books and dressing down and sitting down in lectures, those were easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a choice of talking or not talking to somebody at work.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to try because you've just got to.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's because of work-related duties, communication with superiors,&lt;br /&gt;when you're just bored slacking around when you've done your job, or simply because you want a smoking partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, ha, I turned up at orientation and left after 5mins,&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to get involved in supposed 'dumb' and 'kiddy' games.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone thought they were, even those who turned up for orientation.&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is that, it were those games everyone dreaded,&lt;br /&gt;that created ties and bonds between the class, and it was how these little cliques are formed.&lt;br /&gt;And man it was obviously shown when I walked in late on my first day.&lt;br /&gt;You see many unfamiliar faces staring back at your face,&lt;br /&gt;and it's written all over 'you mean this girl's in our class? Never seen her!'&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say, it was MY job to make friends and talk.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying that my class wasn't nice, nor were they unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I wanted to remember these thoughts somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks (though it's just 6 lessons), it's gotten better, and of course I've found my own friends.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going well, okay, I admit sewing and drawing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And even too much of looking at beautiful models donning latest trends can actually get me sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I want to go to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's no longer a chore or trying to sleep secretly during classes.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss out on anything anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going to school to learn something that will ultimately be interesting, if it isn't already is. It's just like how much I enjoyed myself at Stila, playing around with colours and faces,&lt;br /&gt;despite the only chore being waking up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home a couple of hours back from a fashion show at Zouk,&lt;br /&gt;including a mini gay-movie marathon after.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ange, Cand and that whole gang after 1/2 a year of a double job stint.&lt;br /&gt;I missed all these feelings!&lt;br /&gt;It's like finding myself all over again,&lt;br /&gt;and realising how much I lost out on,&lt;br /&gt;my social life, in comparisn with being really comfortable with a well-fed wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've only realised that I missed many things when I was working,&lt;br /&gt;it's not like I can still opt to be really broke just to enjoy myself. (On the other hand, where do you get these enjoyment fees when you've sacrificed your wallet?)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore my hint is clear, donations are gladly welcomed and sincerely accepted. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This finally looks like a decent blog entry after eons of&lt;br /&gt;'short and sweet' comments nobody exactly understands.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be bothered to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Till then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-115092869296943128?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115092869296943128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/115092869296943128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115092869296943128' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114952848596821760</id><published>2006-06-06T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:28:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week-long holiday in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy, crazy time with my family,&lt;br /&gt;crazy time shopping, the crazy water sports in Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;Loved it. Had such a good time,&lt;br /&gt;never felt like this for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;Half a year of being a workaholic,&lt;br /&gt;I finally felt super fantastic despite the hectic schedule of the tour group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started today. All was ok, hopefully will get better though.&lt;br /&gt;Till then! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114952848596821760?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114952848596821760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114952848596821760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114952848596821760' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114569377242143191</id><published>2006-04-22T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:16:12.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing mode.&lt;br /&gt;So I do have feelings after all.&lt;br /&gt;Found myself, buried away under layers &amp; layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starting in a mth or so, Aud &amp;amp; I are in the same course! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114569377242143191?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114569377242143191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114569377242143191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114569377242143191' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114391845402639043</id><published>2006-04-02T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:07:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna go for a holiday abroad. Anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114391845402639043?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114391845402639043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114391845402639043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114391845402639043' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114364991832493419</id><published>2006-03-29T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:31:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luther Vandross - I'd Rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought some time alone&lt;br /&gt;was what we really needed&lt;br /&gt;you said this time would hurt more than it helps&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't see that&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the end&lt;br /&gt;of a beautiful story&lt;br /&gt;and so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone)&lt;br /&gt;and I tried and found&lt;br /&gt;out this one thing is true&lt;br /&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;I know better now&lt;br /&gt;and I've had a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;whoo-oo-oo-oo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met someone&lt;br /&gt;and thought she could replace you&lt;br /&gt;we got a long just fine&lt;br /&gt;but wasted time because she was not you&lt;br /&gt;we had a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;though we knew we were faking&lt;br /&gt;love was not impressed with our connection built on lies,all lies&lt;br /&gt;so I'm here cause I found this one thing is true&lt;br /&gt;that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;I know better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I've had a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;who holds my heart,who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you,&lt;br /&gt;I can only prove the things I say with time,&lt;br /&gt;please be mine, oh ho please be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with(please be mine) you,&lt;br /&gt;than good times with someone else(I know)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(anytime),&lt;br /&gt;than safe and warm by myself(surely surely baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;br /&gt;than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart(my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you(surely),&lt;br /&gt;than good times with someone else(surely)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(oh yeah),&lt;br /&gt;than safe and warm by myself(all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;br /&gt;than to have it easy apart(you know yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;whoooo.....who holds my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114364991832493419?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114364991832493419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114364991832493419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114364991832493419' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114225370961110118</id><published>2006-03-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:41:49.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is wearing me out. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;But also killing alot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;And making it possible for me to openly spend money like water. :p&lt;br /&gt;Been up too many late nights and midnight coffees.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if you see a haggard xueyun the next time you see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114225370961110118?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114225370961110118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114225370961110118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114225370961110118' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114182263105591028</id><published>2006-03-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:57:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I wanna spend Valentines' with you even if I have to eat swiss roll."&lt;br /&gt;Those short, sweet days.&lt;br /&gt;So logical, put your heart into something, you're happy but yet you'd get upset someday.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cold, remain numb, you'd never be happy, neither hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose the latter. You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114182263105591028?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114182263105591028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114182263105591028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182263105591028' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114140981185205475</id><published>2006-03-04T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:16:51.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carefree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114140981185205475?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114140981185205475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114140981185205475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140981185205475' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-114087779191814092</id><published>2006-02-25T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:29:51.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karma. What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Now I sincerely believe in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-114087779191814092?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114087779191814092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/114087779191814092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114087779191814092' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113976255115166685</id><published>2006-02-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:44:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been seeing something so simple &amp;amp; sweet in a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;Got me on cloud 9 this couple of days. :)&lt;br /&gt;Even with the harsh realities I've unfortunately witnessed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe the world might not be that black after all.&lt;br /&gt;Am just praying disappointment doesn't come crashing yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113976255115166685?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113976255115166685'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113834334269147515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113834334269147515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113834334269147515' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113787131828717016</id><published>2006-01-22T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:21:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been such a workaholic of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113787131828717016?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113787131828717016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113787131828717016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113787131828717016' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113652228845360900</id><published>2006-01-06T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:38:08.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113652228845360900?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113652228845360900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113652228845360900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113652228845360900' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113618367027217535</id><published>2006-01-02T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:34:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the kinda things I used to do.&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken and upset.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for is some respect,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really that girl you think you're seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working and working and working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113618367027217535?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113618367027217535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113618367027217535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113618367027217535' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113562116016212451</id><published>2005-12-27T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:19:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing.&lt;br /&gt;Weird how I take things &amp;amp; people for granted but how I miss those that aren't mine.&lt;br /&gt;Human nature I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought the not-so-perfect-like-a-fairytale was 'THE1'. Oh well. :p&lt;br /&gt;Work was damned today. But Orson was a big cheer up. :p&lt;br /&gt;So was the shopping spree after.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love selling perfume. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113562116016212451?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113562116016212451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113562116016212451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113562116016212451' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113527154470124472</id><published>2005-12-23T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:12:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emo-mode.&lt;br /&gt;Just read J's blog, about her doing volunteer work.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so bad, all my time's spent doing things for myself.&lt;br /&gt;So selfish. =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna have enough sleep tonight, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113527154470124472?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113527154470124472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113527154470124472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113527154470124472' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113501360422003951</id><published>2005-12-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T01:33:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The skies haven't been dark for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Today it started raining again.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking choppy waters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113501360422003951?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113501360422003951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113501360422003951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113501360422003951' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113472305049692872</id><published>2005-12-16T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:50:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been going funny, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody around me's coupled up. ):&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Oh well. Happy, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;Bye blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113472305049692872?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113472305049692872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113472305049692872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113472305049692872' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113411547576809140</id><published>2005-12-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:04:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HerStory best awards was good.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay for the party though,&lt;br /&gt;because SOMEBODY mixed SOME DATES up. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we witnessed the joke of the century from Zsa our beloved Best Butch Singer.&lt;br /&gt;Details can obtained from Olinda Cho, and trouble goes to Sean Tan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still out of a job. God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113411547576809140?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113411547576809140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113411547576809140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113411547576809140' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113404062923731263</id><published>2005-12-08T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:17:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite emo last night. Oh well. :p&lt;br /&gt;Heading to zouk, I don't know why!! God.&lt;br /&gt;I miss clubbing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm gonna pick Aud &amp;amp; Bla up later. :D&lt;br /&gt;Will start work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The thought makes me feel sick. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113404062923731263?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113404062923731263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113404062923731263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113404062923731263' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113378952062422841</id><published>2005-12-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:32:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I got the phone I always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;My Samsung 530C.&lt;br /&gt;Losing my phone might be a blessing in disguise after all. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113378952062422841?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113378952062422841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113378952062422841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113378952062422841' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113355797174428995</id><published>2005-12-03T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T05:12:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God I'm so tired I can just drop dead here and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Bless my merry soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113355797174428995?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113355797174428995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113355797174428995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113355797174428995' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113324877176310307</id><published>2005-11-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:19:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed myself in Bangkok. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thais really impressed me, I thought they'd be super uncivilised but most i met were fine.&lt;br /&gt;Service was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped like mad, ate like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss programme started today!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna last me e whole mth at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world never seems to send enough freaks to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, if you're that childish why're you even bothered to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking to me or asking me out if you know you're gonna throw a tantrum after that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already at my brim.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not naming names but i do hope you'd be embarassed enough to stop after readin it HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113324877176310307?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113324877176310307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113324877176310307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113324877176310307' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113248551104895950</id><published>2005-11-20T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:18:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not exactly a very fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;neither was it too good last night. ):&lt;br /&gt;welllllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113248551104895950?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113248551104895950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113248551104895950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113248551104895950' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113239515840682545</id><published>2005-11-19T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:12:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything's been going on fine (yeah except for my exams. stop ranting)&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy, all of us're happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to e end of hell!&lt;br /&gt;rock this shit. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113239515840682545?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113239515840682545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113239515840682545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113239515840682545' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113190298213939485</id><published>2005-11-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:30:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like junk.&lt;br /&gt;things happen.&lt;br /&gt;they just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im feelin like shit.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was nice but im just kinda emotionally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;aghh fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113190298213939485?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113190298213939485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113190298213939485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113190298213939485' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113180829486406276</id><published>2005-11-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:11:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>misery filling up this empty box.&lt;br /&gt;it's not where it belongs to,&lt;br /&gt;mismatching numbers to alphabets,&lt;br /&gt;substituting spirituality with physicality and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;this is shit,&lt;br /&gt;not what this box was meant to be for..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113180829486406276?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113180829486406276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113180829486406276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180829486406276' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113128779975414582</id><published>2005-11-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:36:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe if i weren't born life wouldnt be like that for more than a couple of people. but e fact is i am alive and kicking and i can't do a shit about it : this fucked up thing. it feels good to be engulfed in my own world, thinking what i want. not when reality kicks in. when you think about the things that've happened and how it's shaped you into you and how you have to stop thinkin this way cos you cant do anything about it, you realise you've been such a sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113128779975414582?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113128779975414582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113128779975414582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113128779975414582' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-113052688295746705</id><published>2005-10-29T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:14:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im supposed t be sleepin/studyin or doin something constructive now like watch 'jiang hua yu' shows now, but i feel like sinning! looked really shit today, puffy eyes, puffy face and all. must have been all e alcohol plus e junk i ate last night. Gotham was good though. been pigging out for 2 days in a row already! i know i definitely gained weight, gonna resume my super healthy eating lifestyle from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: not gonna change; my changchang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unveil the myriad of dreams and break the suspense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-113052688295746705?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113052688295746705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/113052688295746705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052688295746705' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-112912866848581741</id><published>2005-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:51:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need t get my ass down t studyin!&lt;br /&gt;been enjoyin myself too much ):&lt;br /&gt;been such a sinful girl.&lt;br /&gt;no more clubbin, no more bridge, no more late night piggin out and no more 6hr coffees!&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-112912866848581741?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112912866848581741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112912866848581741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112912866848581741' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-112679257760408987</id><published>2005-09-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:56:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop fuckin rubbin it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-112679257760408987?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112679257760408987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112679257760408987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679257760408987' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-112660991418329188</id><published>2005-09-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:11:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>destiny's child - is she the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was something (yes)&lt;br /&gt;Promising that one day It would turn into something (yes)&lt;br /&gt;I thought the feelings were mutual&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have to guess&lt;br /&gt;Started being skeptical&lt;br /&gt;Always unavailable&lt;br /&gt;Like you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm feeling something (yes)&lt;br /&gt;It's telling me this may not be the real something (yes)&lt;br /&gt;But you was showing me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready and you running&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you got me open now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I'm choking now&lt;br /&gt;Where am I to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't Believe that you can feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I can't Believe you'd let me fall so hard&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing&lt;br /&gt;How could you let it go this far&lt;br /&gt;If you had doubts that I wasn't the one&lt;br /&gt;And you said That you're the type to take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And you said Before I step, I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing&lt;br /&gt;Before you let me see you with her&lt;br /&gt;You could have told me a change was going to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she the reason you don't call me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Fall through my hood like you use to&lt;br /&gt;Or put it on me hard like you use to do&lt;br /&gt;I feel in my mind what's going on&lt;br /&gt;But my heart won't let me go until I know&lt;br /&gt;Is she the reason that my calls didn't reach you&lt;br /&gt;The deepest of my love couldn't please you&lt;br /&gt;Or bring it to me home like you use to do&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her falling for your charm&lt;br /&gt;Got me feeling like I wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know we not official (no)&lt;br /&gt;But us being official ain't never been an issue (no)&lt;br /&gt;It came down to us&lt;br /&gt;Boy, remember we were different&lt;br /&gt;We said that we'd talk&lt;br /&gt;If we ever had problems about anything&lt;br /&gt;I was cool with no commitment (wait)&lt;br /&gt;Let me take that back&lt;br /&gt;It was you, so I was with it (see)&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn't get&lt;br /&gt;When you showed you didn't miss it&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems that your interest ain't here&lt;br /&gt;And we ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams're comin so super soon,&lt;br /&gt;time t stop clubbin!&lt;br /&gt;it's destroyin my brain cells and burnin a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stil dont understand why i did that t you,  d you?&lt;br /&gt;am so fuckin disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;no you arent anyone t me any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-112660991418329188?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112660991418329188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112660991418329188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112660991418329188' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-112390611263099109</id><published>2005-08-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:08:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not al been going well.&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanna settle down, study for my big exams this year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt make a wrong choice after al,&lt;br /&gt;when i decided t pluck up my courage,&lt;br /&gt;turn my head and leave.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's been lie after lie,&lt;br /&gt;i cant differentiate which is truth and which isn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sick of stressing myself out,&lt;br /&gt;getting upset, shedding tears.&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to this fucked up feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;al im upset now is that this past cannot remain inside me.&lt;br /&gt;unlike any others,&lt;br /&gt;these are e memories that must go.&lt;br /&gt;this is one thing i'l never turn and look back.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've had enough,&lt;br /&gt;and i wont sink any deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;e quarrels are coming,&lt;br /&gt;it's downpouring again.&lt;br /&gt;i thought after e flood e sun would shine forever but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and this time al these doesnt even involve me.&lt;br /&gt;why?!&lt;br /&gt;it's been already an ultra bad year.&lt;br /&gt;al i hope is for everything t continue going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;i cant take this stress much longer,&lt;br /&gt;hurry put this fire out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten what i used t love t do,&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten how important my friends used to mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've been deported t another world,&lt;br /&gt;and e agonising thing is i dont know what im becoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-112390611263099109?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112390611263099109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112390611263099109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112390611263099109' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-112021367077471146</id><published>2005-07-01T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:27:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TMR.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;daniel is going t kill me.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-112021367077471146?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112021367077471146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/112021367077471146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112021367077471146' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111867233766092255</id><published>2005-06-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:24:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying hard t run away,&lt;br /&gt;and believing that im shedding all these old skin,&lt;br /&gt;worn out from e constant wounds and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;i think im fine, but e lonely sleepless nights drag into long pathways of thought.&lt;br /&gt;dont know whats wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but this flight of stairs seem neverending.&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed t climb, or should i descend?&lt;br /&gt;somebody show me e way, give me e directions,&lt;br /&gt;e mixture of anger, sadness, jealousy, longing.&lt;br /&gt;this churned up emotion's tough t put into words,&lt;br /&gt;it's e emotion that keeps me turning from front t back night after night.&lt;br /&gt;my body's exhausted but my mind's refuses t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been eager t see more,&lt;br /&gt;but now that i've seen e ugliness,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i've been e naive one back then.&lt;br /&gt;what's life, what's love?&lt;br /&gt;is it those drama we watch on tv?&lt;br /&gt;or are they perceptions humans perceive t colour up our lives?&lt;br /&gt;it's dislocating my mind, my heart, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excerpt from smth i wrote in my phone.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell terribly sick,&lt;br /&gt;but im okay now.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, signing off! gn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111867233766092255?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111867233766092255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111867233766092255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867233766092255' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111728942508724931</id><published>2005-05-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:10:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time.(:&lt;br /&gt;time does fly,&lt;br /&gt;faster year after year.&lt;br /&gt;it's alr comin june, soon it's gonna be Os.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, e decision of whether t stay or t go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i wanna jus pursue what i love,&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i'l be able t do it.&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell, havent i always been that headstrong girl guys hate.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been e one who'l go al out for smth i believe.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health's been failing me of late.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's jus those books i've been seeing.&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been just like that.&lt;br /&gt;e same old routine, e same decisions.&lt;br /&gt;am currently on a stop-xueyun-from-being-a-spendthrift campaign.&lt;br /&gt;hey, dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;it's working alright! =D&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, been kinda irritable of late.&lt;br /&gt;it's jus one of 'those times' again.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'l do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited idp's 'study in australia day open house' today.&lt;br /&gt;actually we had most of e info we needed,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess somebody jus wanted t see dexton.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. =/&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun anyway,&lt;br /&gt;and got a couple of useful brochures for ref.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid yr's comin up next week,&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need luck,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt study at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111728942508724931?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111728942508724931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111728942508724931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111728942508724931' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111484639956395842</id><published>2005-04-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:33:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALEN WANTS ME T BLOG THAT SHE'S CUTE AND SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;AINT UP T ME TO COMMENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111484639956395842?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111484639956395842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111484639956395842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111484639956395842' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111484633341560572</id><published>2005-04-30T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:32:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;See it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I want to&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I just&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And its better for me to&lt;br /&gt;Let it go now than hold on and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When the feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;br /&gt;But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;We knew it been through&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Got somebody here but I want you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself&lt;br /&gt;Callin' her your name&lt;br /&gt;Ladies tell me do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I know she ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do now&lt;br /&gt;To get my shorty back&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Without my booo&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours&lt;br /&gt;Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down&lt;br /&gt;and cry (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh&lt;br /&gt;So many days, so many hours&lt;br /&gt;I'm still burnin' till you return&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn, burn, burn it all.(: sad, nice, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close but i cant touch,&lt;br /&gt;just beside but i cant reach out t hold.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay.(:&lt;br /&gt;i'l be looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;one day we'l make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY. hah.&lt;br /&gt;gonna cook later,&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY TEMPURA AND CALAMARI.&lt;br /&gt;am super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much's been going on in my life of late.&lt;br /&gt;people around me seem all depressed though.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;signing off.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111484633341560572?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111484633341560572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111484633341560572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111484633341560572' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111422369108101707</id><published>2005-04-23T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:34:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;was supposed t update a couple of weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;but blogger and e computers at e dumb lanshop screwed up on me.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks,&lt;br /&gt;dear and darling!&lt;br /&gt;for your concern. yup.&lt;br /&gt;im fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;everybody's been here all tis while.&lt;br /&gt;jus gotta let you guys knoe i really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tide's over, e storm's calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;have learnt t come t terms wit myself. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been quite eventful of late,&lt;br /&gt;really tired out.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'l stay home tmr!&lt;br /&gt;and sleep my ass out.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna head down t sab's bday party later in e day.&lt;br /&gt;happy sixteenth bday!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111422369108101707?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's home to me and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the border line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read between the lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check my vital signsTo know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til then I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torn and shattered,&lt;br /&gt;why have i changed.&lt;br /&gt;good or bad, i want e old me back.&lt;br /&gt;save me from this endless pit.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stop falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111320413335640536?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111320413335640536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111320413335640536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111320413335640536' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111312866292010181</id><published>2005-04-10T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:24:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos you'd never ever understand e pain that's inside.&lt;br /&gt;cos you're so selfish all you think about is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought it upon myself,&lt;br /&gt;i gave it all up, i chose my path, i got my goal.&lt;br /&gt;am i happy? no.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's burning deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;but you'd never understand.&lt;br /&gt;cos t you, it's my problem. never yours.&lt;br /&gt;so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. i've no idea what im talking about but.&lt;br /&gt;sigh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i'l be a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;and i'l def. be.(:&lt;br /&gt;not t show anyone, but for myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a tough journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im gonna choose t put all of myself into my studies.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, all you people who've been there for me tis couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;i'l do fine.&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll see e same old true me,&lt;br /&gt;always smiling, always happy.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111312866292010181?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111312866292010181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111312866292010181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312866292010181' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111285094705928308</id><published>2005-04-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:15:47.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, t you, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;if you'd ever read tis, thanks alot man.&lt;br /&gt;cos if you have no idea, it stabs. deep in.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like t learn your skill of being so heartless and void of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, teach me how t lie thru my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;im not e fickle one,&lt;br /&gt;you fucking are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and t you, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing better either.&lt;br /&gt;i DO HOPE you read tis,&lt;br /&gt;cos you knoe what.&lt;br /&gt;i despise you.&lt;br /&gt;right thru t e core of an apple.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i nv ever want such a huge ass like yours.&lt;br /&gt;dont you even feel e shame when you're walking along e streets?&lt;br /&gt;im wondering why both of you dun get shamed.&lt;br /&gt;cos if i were him,&lt;br /&gt;i'd feel xiasuay t even WALK BESIDE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;hate me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111285094705928308?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111285094705928308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111285094705928308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111285094705928308' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111241743280034305</id><published>2005-04-02T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:50:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a super long time since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;yep, studying in bmc dhoby ghaut now.&lt;br /&gt;things're going on fine, better environment t study than in crescent.&lt;br /&gt;finally there're no more looking out for tis,&lt;br /&gt;looking out for that.&lt;br /&gt;i can study in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling really really tired right now,&lt;br /&gt;gonna go home soon t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;havent slept much tis couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;really gotta catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes're so puffy they look like they'll burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really busy, school, teaching tuition.&lt;br /&gt;only have my weekends free now.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a long seven months from now t oct,&lt;br /&gt;before it's gonna be as relaxed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go back t crescent soon t visit.&lt;br /&gt;it's only been over a week,&lt;br /&gt;and im dreading thinking of what t wear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ohwell.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going thru alot of moodswings lately.&lt;br /&gt;im having PMS too, POST-menstrual stress.&lt;br /&gt;so bear wit me and all,&lt;br /&gt;cos im super sick and tired of having t pretend here and there.&lt;br /&gt;have been more straightforward, call me crude.&lt;br /&gt;kinda pissed a couple of people off.&lt;br /&gt;but haha. whatever it is. thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i hate all e pretenders, e liars, e fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;cos i cant stand people who can look me in e eye and lie thru their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;i dun want those daggers hiding behind those fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;if you're not that perfect either, den take my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever go around showing just any other person attitudes, you know.&lt;br /&gt;i've tolerated enough, so get it back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111241743280034305?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111241743280034305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111241743280034305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111241743280034305' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111130422061791662</id><published>2005-03-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T15:37:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall RETYPE what i was trying t yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;thanks t you, duumb BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;haha nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. im out of crescent now!&lt;br /&gt;not really official yet, but am in e midst.&lt;br /&gt;jus some admin stuff t catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;yuppppp. and i'll do my best, i promise,&lt;br /&gt;t all of you who's been supporting me all tis while.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back t crescent wit my 6-pointer results slip for LEEBEEYAN( YES, YOU.).&lt;br /&gt;(on second thoughts, maybe not 6-pointer. hahaha. but i'll do well alright!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss all of you guys ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;ALOT ALOT ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;esp yuani, maine. e bitching sessions and people watching!&lt;br /&gt;3s3 '04, those people i've once been super close t,&lt;br /&gt;peiyin, flora and all. no more letters! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll even miss wearing e school u!&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna go back and visit, really. i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been super boring tis holidays.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;but it's still e same old stuff,&lt;br /&gt;shopping, and worrying about money after.&lt;br /&gt;aha. after tis's gonna be alot of studying.&lt;br /&gt;so much catching up t do before e big exams!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still you and your stupid lies and complicated life.&lt;br /&gt;havent you had enough of that big ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;it's meihuey before we got tgt, it's meihuey when we were tgt, it's meihuey when we broke up, and again, meihuey AFTER we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;you havent gotten enough of her? i have.&lt;br /&gt;so she's like much more important than me right?&lt;br /&gt;she's e full timer whereas i am e part time one.&lt;br /&gt;go t her den.&lt;br /&gt;why stick on t her yet cheat on her time and again.&lt;br /&gt;since you could even give ME up for HER,&lt;br /&gt;den why cant you jus commit your dumb self t her!&lt;br /&gt;stop making up stupid lies cos im sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;either you tell me e truth or dont tell me anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;call me dumb, i'd lived in a lie for 5 whole months.&lt;br /&gt;maybe even more.&lt;br /&gt;im just not important enough right?&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'd take it as if we'd nv gotten tgt before at all.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that perfect for you too,&lt;br /&gt;so much less worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;-signs off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111130422061791662?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111130422061791662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111130422061791662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130422061791662' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111123326548379048</id><published>2005-03-19T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:54:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn pissed off now. typed a SUPER LONG ENTRY.&lt;br /&gt;and it didnt come out. AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT EMPTY ENTRY BE:LOW.&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna type anymore!&lt;br /&gt;stupid ass. NEXT TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111123326548379048?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111123326548379048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111123326548379048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123326548379048' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111123267882783995</id><published>2005-03-19T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:44:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111123267882783995?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111123267882783995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111123267882783995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123267882783995' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-111072505898330530</id><published>2005-03-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:44:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screwed up piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-111072505898330530?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111072505898330530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/111072505898330530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072505898330530' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110934656271062634</id><published>2005-02-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:49:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY.&lt;br /&gt;im over at sean's.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i was wit e muske&lt;s&gt;teers&lt;/s&gt;MONDS yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;but we'll meet up again OKAY, must must must.&lt;br /&gt;we have one common topic - i dun wanna elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn sleepy ok!&lt;br /&gt;feel damn pekchek. ughhhh. ass.&lt;br /&gt;suspension ended, back t class.&lt;br /&gt;no more going t suntec while e rest are in school! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;haiyah. lol. signing off. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've got e sudden urge t hug you and hear you call me baby for e last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110934656271062634?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110934656271062634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110934656271062634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934656271062634' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110917207781577646</id><published>2005-02-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:21:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember on tis very day a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;i promised it'd be e last time i'd be reminiscing e past.&lt;br /&gt;but promises are meant t be broken.&lt;br /&gt;despite knowing it all i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, you'll never read tis anyway, so i'll be frank.&lt;br /&gt;i've moved on but e past still remains.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i'd never say your name again.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of all e dragging, e lies, e broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;e giving in, time after time.&lt;br /&gt;so now, even if it means leaving everything there unsolved,&lt;br /&gt;im still leaving, without a trace, for good.&lt;br /&gt;i dont knoe if it's a best for you.&lt;br /&gt;but once again, i'll be e selfish me you've always thought i was.&lt;br /&gt;cos' im telling you tis choice's gonna be e best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me whether i'd ever miss you,&lt;br /&gt;i'd ever regret letting you go like that,&lt;br /&gt;whether i'd be able t live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer t you is,&lt;br /&gt;i'd miss you. i believe you'd miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;someday i might regret my decision but i'd never forget e many times i tried hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be able t live without you, you showed me you'd be able t do e same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me never ever would you have e same kinda feeling you have towards somebody else, e way you felt towards me.&lt;br /&gt;that's good, cos' i hope that in your eyes i was never, and i'll never be, just 'any other girl' you met and left.&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever wanna be considered as one of e many flings you had,&lt;br /&gt;it'd leave me ever so broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so painful, now it's numb.&lt;br /&gt;but now no matter what kinda hatred i feel,&lt;br /&gt;we'd never be.&lt;br /&gt;cos once and for all,&lt;br /&gt;im wishing you e best in your future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;and i promise it'd be e last time i ever do.&lt;br /&gt;tis time im true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do not ever feel rejected,&lt;br /&gt;cos my final answer is,&lt;br /&gt;i believe you.that you really loved me.&lt;br /&gt;and for that i wont deny that i ever did too.&lt;br /&gt;that you were once, but never will be again, someone i could let everything go for. someone i treated like my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad i have my own now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh. shitface.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's damn humid in here,&lt;br /&gt;let me jus get over wit tis entry and im getting out of here.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if im still suspended,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i still am.&lt;br /&gt;common tests are finally over,&lt;br /&gt;it's time t catch up wit my good old sleep.&lt;br /&gt;haha. like i promised,&lt;br /&gt;IM GETTING OUT OF HERE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clay aiken - the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;You look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;That I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way&lt;br /&gt;Your lips invite&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way that&lt;br /&gt;I get nervous when you're around&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;And if you need a reason why&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about how&lt;br /&gt;You stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way that&lt;br /&gt;I whisper your name when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the look&lt;br /&gt;You get in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's the way that&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel to&lt;br /&gt;See you smile&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons they may change&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm feeling stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put my fingers on&lt;br /&gt;Just what it is that&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love you, you baby&lt;br /&gt;So don't ask me to describe&lt;br /&gt;I get all choked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin bout the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say than&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110917207781577646?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110917207781577646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110917207781577646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917207781577646' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110908239218226166</id><published>2005-02-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:26:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, February 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;_sa tisf act ion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know im the love of your life.WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN,MY HEAVENLY MOTHER.i miss you like, ah boy misses ah girl LEHS.snorts, we better go out soon before i forget how you look like.germaine 02.19.05 - 12:53 pm&lt;a name="90194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WHATEVER, my HEAVENLY DAUGHTER.we just had breakfast today!next time we shall test market, push yuani down e stairs. i think she'll have e same reaction, if you knoe what i mean. HAHA.xue. 02.22.05 - 10:24 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this xueyun ought t learn a lesson from me. i shall do smth t her in school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DONT LIKE YUANI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110908239218226166?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110908239218226166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110908239218226166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908239218226166' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110855691409575648</id><published>2005-02-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:28:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frenster pissed me off by screwing up! ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;it's been boring tis couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;i think im screwing up my sciences! ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway if any of you manage t get e song shen bian by wu yin liang pin,&lt;br /&gt;mustmustMUST tell me k! i want that song!&lt;br /&gt;BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;i still have my private fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hug me tight, take me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;far away, there's only you and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no external factors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's just both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;; e love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110855691409575648?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110855691409575648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110855691409575648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110855691409575648' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110828776961776305</id><published>2005-02-13T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:42:49.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aye! okay i'll make tis entry short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i've only got 10mins left!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, school's crap.&lt;br /&gt;im externally suspended.&lt;br /&gt;means no going t school,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll go back for common tests next week,&lt;br /&gt;tgt wit yuani.&lt;br /&gt;and whether we'd get expelled'd depend on our results.&lt;br /&gt;i'd miss you guys! alot.&lt;br /&gt;i hate all tis trouble, it's giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, everything's going on kinda fine.&lt;br /&gt;down wit quite a bad cough and flu,&lt;br /&gt;it's been here since before newyear!&lt;br /&gt;irritating tiny bacterias. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my year started off bad, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;do hope everything'll go off fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110828776961776305?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110828776961776305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110828776961776305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828776961776305' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110735159993215118</id><published>2005-02-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:09:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anastacia - left outside alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life i've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok, i dont feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel safe (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Broken, empty and in despair&lt;br /&gt;Wanna breathe, can't find air&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;But you and me never had love&lt;br /&gt;so much more i have to say&lt;br /&gt;help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;how it really feels,&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;when it's cold out here&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt;just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life i've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok, i dont feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you play me like a game?&lt;br /&gt;Always someone else to blame&lt;br /&gt;careless, helpless little man&lt;br /&gt;someday i might understand&lt;br /&gt;Theres not much more to say&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i wonder if you know, how it really feels&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone, when its cold out here&lt;br /&gt;well maybe you should know, just how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life i've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok, i dont feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray..&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Pray&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly father (oooh)&lt;br /&gt;(Please)Heavenly father (Save me) Oh save me&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Wonder If you know&lt;br /&gt;How it really feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;when its cold out here&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt;just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life i've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not ok, i dont feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need to Pray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current favourite song.(:&lt;br /&gt;try listening t it when you feel fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;im suspended for 2 weeks okay.&lt;br /&gt;so fucked up, being watched on practically every min im in school.&lt;br /&gt;but haiyah. i've had enough of those dumb pep talks.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna study in peace.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my Os over and done wit and leave e school.&lt;br /&gt;i knoe you DO read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;see that? so STOP picking on us.&lt;br /&gt;anyway my private life isnt of yours t interfere la huh.&lt;br /&gt;so what do you want t do now?&lt;br /&gt;extend my suspension? cos im openly defiant t you on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha. not funny. stop your crap and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been crap recently la.&lt;br /&gt;so busy, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'd jus go 'POM!' on my bed, and off t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;thats a good thing, it takes my mind away.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yuani isnt leaving!&lt;br /&gt;hahahh. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;thanks t all you guys who've been around thru all these things,&lt;br /&gt;after suspension life'll be back t normal. yeah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I GOTTA GO. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110735159993215118?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110735159993215118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110735159993215118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735159993215118' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110653258895653499</id><published>2005-01-24T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:09:48.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back i am in e school comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;so dumb sitting here alone whenever they have physics,&lt;br /&gt;but it's practically e only time i get t use e net!&lt;br /&gt;trying t complete my weeks overdue chinese newspaper cutting.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry t say it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;so is e dumb chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i think she thinks she hates me but she actually is secretly in love wit me,&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt wanna admit it cos it's not right for teachers t be lesbians,&lt;br /&gt;and t fall for students.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying t entertain myself lah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird no longer having you around.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember e warmth when you held me close.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember how those hugs and kisses felt when we both knew it was e last.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember how hard it was t turn and leave, wit you standing there, looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember stopping myself from telling you a last i love you for fear you'd see me cry again.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember e hurts and e pains,&lt;br /&gt;but so can i remember e joy and e smiles.&lt;br /&gt;e memories so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accepting you was a barrier i had t cross,&lt;br /&gt;now leaving is a steep mountain i have t climb.&lt;br /&gt;it feels better when i knoe you're still around and all,&lt;br /&gt;but everything's jus so different.&lt;br /&gt;no longer around t fill that empty space right at e bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad t know how difficult it was t make things work.&lt;br /&gt;where you went wrong, where i went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, jus maybe.&lt;br /&gt;a blessing in disguise, you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's heartening t see how much you still care,&lt;br /&gt;though knowing those hugs'll never be around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;dont stop caring for me, it makes me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110653258895653499?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110653258895653499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110653258895653499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110653258895653499' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110612168114596834</id><published>2005-01-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T16:01:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e start of this year's been pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;new year was fun though,&lt;br /&gt;down at chjimes wit gina, tyler, jake, candice,&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.(:&lt;br /&gt;went for shisha after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, school still screws my life up.&lt;br /&gt;things happening one after another,&lt;br /&gt;it's turning me all upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody else seems t have changed.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit down on a chair and think&lt;br /&gt;'what am i really doing, what do i really want?'&lt;br /&gt;i fear as i think of e future,&lt;br /&gt;i've simply no idea what it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no specific resolution nor wish this new year.&lt;br /&gt;just want everything t go smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;i'll get over with crescent,&lt;br /&gt;my family and friends'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i just want &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and your beautiful soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i want t be back t normal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i dont want us t change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cos' i love you, and all of you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and we'll fulfill what we promised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;half a year in a months' time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and many more half a years t go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e love that'll nv be replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yuani, dont leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it'll be lonely without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you're not gonna get expelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we'll do all it takes t get you t stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's not been easy on either of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;especially not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dont worry, we'll always be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me, your dad, maine, jia and all e rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you'll be fine, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;remember our pact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;together we'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;screw &lt;em&gt;THOSE&lt;/em&gt;, bitches. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110612168114596834?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110612168114596834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110612168114596834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110612168114596834' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110388905285627638</id><published>2004-12-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:50:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this years' xmas's crap.&lt;br /&gt;e whole world's going for countdowns and clubbing and drinking and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;here i am stuck in hk,&lt;br /&gt;eating pizza hut,&lt;br /&gt;prob going t womens' street( translation of nu ren jie).&lt;br /&gt;here without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that yuani is still in bed, it's even past dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;ughh. stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;boredboredboredboredbored.&lt;br /&gt;e tv's talking t me in some foreign language,&lt;br /&gt;canto i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT UNDERSTAND. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhh. i wanna go back t spore LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110388905285627638?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110388905285627638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110388905285627638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110388905285627638' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110349303941001547</id><published>2004-12-20T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T05:50:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhhhh. guess what!&lt;br /&gt;it's currently 5.47 in e morning,&lt;br /&gt;yuani and i just finished dyeing our hair.&lt;br /&gt;weird colours.&lt;br /&gt;we look like peacocks now.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like sleeping lah! but my hair isnt dry.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont see neon pink streaks in my hair when i wake up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e past few days has been intensive shopping, intensive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and still, intensive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we sleep at 6am,&lt;br /&gt;wakeup at 6pm,&lt;br /&gt;leave e house for dinner wit a handbag and a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;and we arrive back at home,&lt;br /&gt;wit a dozen more shopping bags.(okay im exaggerating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahh. i missing all you people!&lt;br /&gt;ughhh. i'll be back really soon,&lt;br /&gt;im missing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110349303941001547?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110349303941001547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110349303941001547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110349303941001547' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110297256439926049</id><published>2004-12-14T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T05:16:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloo! at yuani's place.&lt;br /&gt;jus watched some boring porn.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry it so didnt turn us on.&lt;br /&gt;it turned us OFF.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. anyway it's damned dumb.&lt;br /&gt;wtf are we doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we jus wanted t stay awake. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'll update again once im in hk or smth. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110297256439926049?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110297256439926049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110297256439926049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110297256439926049' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110130013057802803</id><published>2004-11-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:42:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;teeheeheeeeeee. ok im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;-tugs collar, straightens shirt. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;haha! anywayyys.&lt;br /&gt;im bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;i think i knoe why.&lt;br /&gt;my house comp's so screwed, resulting in my overstress!&lt;br /&gt;fwahhhhh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored lah!&lt;br /&gt;e only reason why im so able t type a nice entry sitting down and not stressing out, is BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;wow, how amazing.&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for my lameness.&lt;br /&gt;haha. anybody wanna finance a clown t put at my place?!&lt;br /&gt;den i wouldnt be THIS bored always. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyyyyys.&lt;br /&gt;some retard's messing my hair! ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;e messy hair style's in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;i think hairastylists in e future do not need certs.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ok out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeee-ha.&lt;br /&gt;yuani get well soon okay! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, went school today.&lt;br /&gt;for whatsoever reason i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was only there for less than 2 hrs,&lt;br /&gt;sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;for wasting your hard earned money on useless bus fare.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry.&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, you and youu! (actually i miss myself e most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110130013057802803?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110130013057802803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110130013057802803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110130013057802803' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110071510976347497</id><published>2004-11-18T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T02:16:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oasis - don't go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;about the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and as the day is dawning my plane flew away&lt;br /&gt;with all the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna be there when you're coming down&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna be there when you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;say what you say&lt;br /&gt;but say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'cause i need more time&lt;br /&gt;yes, i need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my situation and the games i have to play&lt;br /&gt;with all the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;damn my education i can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;about the things caught in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna be there when you're coming down&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna be there when you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;say what you say&lt;br /&gt;but say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'cause i need more time&lt;br /&gt;yes, i need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and you what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;all we seem to know is how to show the feelings that are wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;say what you say&lt;br /&gt;but say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'cause i need more time&lt;br /&gt;yes, i need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't go away&lt;br /&gt;say what you say&lt;br /&gt;but say that you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;'cause i need more time&lt;br /&gt;yes, i need more time, just to make things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song's like it's exactly made for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's exactly what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;i just need more time t make things right.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose you. i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read thru all e smses you've sent me which i saved.&lt;br /&gt;read thru e letters you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;you told me you'd always love me.&lt;br /&gt;till e day i was wit someone else.&lt;br /&gt;you told you'd always be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;till e day i tell you i don't love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's our 3rd month.&lt;br /&gt;remember e day we got tgt?&lt;br /&gt;you accompanied me down all e way jus t make my ic.&lt;br /&gt;it was on e mrt, i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;our first date, our first movie.&lt;br /&gt;our first kiss, in e cinema.&lt;br /&gt;and that time behind e swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;e times at houg mrt, times where we'd walk around aimlessly not knowing what t do.&lt;br /&gt;so many more..&lt;br /&gt;i can't let them go, i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knoe very well myself that by doing all tis,&lt;br /&gt;not only am i &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always regret that i didnt even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is you t give me that chance.&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, can you really give all tis up?&lt;br /&gt;do you really want to? will you end up regretting one day?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me, why not shorten e pain.&lt;br /&gt;if you havent even tried, how'd you know we'll nv become happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel good t wake up every morning realising e fact that you're no longer here.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting, for that day when i can wake up, messaging you, telling you that i love you. all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only wish,&lt;br /&gt;that we'll be like e past.&lt;br /&gt;lying wit me are so many faults,&lt;br /&gt;would you give me a chance t make it up t you, t me, t us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things've happened within a week,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard t imagine that jus 1 week ago i was planning so hard for today.&lt;br /&gt;a day which i've nv imagined that i wouldnt even spend wit you.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard t accept that,&lt;br /&gt;1 week ago,&lt;br /&gt;what'll be on my mind'll be what time i'll be meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;1 week later,&lt;br /&gt;what's on my mind is, when will i ever be able t hold you tight, again, like in e past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;all of you.&lt;br /&gt;doing all tis isnt an obligation,&lt;br /&gt;so please, don't tell me t stop.&lt;br /&gt;please don't tell me t do smth that'll only let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want you back, back by my side.&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is you t give me a big hug,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that everything's gonna be okay.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy 21st birthday, happy 3rd month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110071510976347497?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110071510976347497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110071510976347497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110071510976347497' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110061168866525403</id><published>2004-11-16T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:28:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were finally fine, though things didnt turn out e way i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;and bcos of me, we're no longer gonna be fine again.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts t knoe that dont love me no more.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts even more t knoe that i was e cause of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i admit my mistakes, what you've said really made sense.&lt;br /&gt;who can i blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally do understand,&lt;br /&gt;i've used up all my chances.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a game,&lt;br /&gt;everytime we fought, i felt like i was kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;but time and again you've broken e rules and let me back in,&lt;br /&gt;but tis time i guess im permanantly disqualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't deserve someone better,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i don't even deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;but you were e first person i've ever loved this way.&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if, you're my first boyfriend all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt lessons e hard way.&lt;br /&gt;but still. i dont wanna lose you tis way.&lt;br /&gt;you mean too much,&lt;br /&gt;im never gonna give you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since our breakup isnt caused by a third party,&lt;br /&gt;i believe i'll still be able t do it.&lt;br /&gt;cos of you, you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you for e way you are,&lt;br /&gt;and t love someone else e way i love you, it's not hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if you'll ever read tis.&lt;br /&gt;but if you do, again, i apologise.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll change.&lt;br /&gt;if only you'll give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;even till e day you get attached t someone else.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;not someone like you, but you alone.&lt;br /&gt;cos no one has ever taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;no one has ever been tis special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you say im still young, i dont even care if you call me immature cos im tearing everytime i knoe you arent here anymore. i just wanna tell you, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really decided t give me jus a last chance.&lt;br /&gt;i promise you. i'll do anything make it up t you. and even more.&lt;br /&gt;you dont have t do anything, till e day you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;that you've fallen in love wit me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you, i'll be waiting. i'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[[ boyz II men - on bended knees ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110061168866525403?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110061168866525403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110061168866525403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061168866525403' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110037200264060997</id><published>2004-11-14T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T15:18:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once and for all, we're through.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for e times you've brought me,&lt;br /&gt;all e things you've done for me,&lt;br /&gt;all e love you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for e times you were here for me,&lt;br /&gt;and all e times you've given in t my attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;for you i've changed,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll continue t be tis way,&lt;br /&gt;if it makes me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all e things you've taught me,&lt;br /&gt;for maturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis will not sound pleasant t you, but.&lt;br /&gt;i've reflected on myself,&lt;br /&gt;i've swallowed my pride,&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for all of my faults.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll do e same.&lt;br /&gt;i guess both of us need t learn,&lt;br /&gt;though from a broken relationship.&lt;br /&gt;and i sincerely hope,&lt;br /&gt;you, will change too.&lt;br /&gt;t be a better person,&lt;br /&gt;nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully e same things will not happen t either of us in our next relationship t come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really loved you, and i believe you,&lt;br /&gt;i knoe you loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;but all tis is too much for both of us t take,&lt;br /&gt;you're not causing me harm.&lt;br /&gt;both of us will make each other unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live for yourself, for e better.&lt;br /&gt;and not for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you no longer have me as a burden,&lt;br /&gt;you'll finally have a life you've always wished for.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you happiness,&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you and all e times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never regretted all e things i've given t you,&lt;br /&gt;yes, not even what i've lost.&lt;br /&gt;i hope, and i knoe you will, always appreciate all that i've given.&lt;br /&gt;jus like i'll nv forget what you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for e last time, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;evanescence - forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what I said&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the words come out&lt;br /&gt;i felt that i would die&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you look at me&lt;br /&gt;you're not shouting anymore&lt;br /&gt;you're silently broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give anything now&lt;br /&gt;to kill those words for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time i say something i regret&lt;br /&gt;i cry, i don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i know that you will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;how happy you make me&lt;br /&gt;i can't live this life&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;i need you to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stay with me&lt;br /&gt;you look in my eyes and i'm screaming inside&lt;br /&gt;that i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;you're my one true friend&lt;br /&gt;and i never meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe, maybe it's true. my relationships only could last for a mere few months, whereas not you. maybe e problem lies wit me. im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110037200264060997?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110037200264060997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110037200264060997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110037200264060997' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110035584717687167</id><published>2004-11-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:24:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;britney spears - everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice me, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;why are we strangers when&lt;br /&gt;our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;why carry on without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i try to fly, i fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, i feel so small&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i see your face, it's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make believe that you are here&lt;br /&gt;it's the only way i see clear&lt;br /&gt;what have i done&lt;br /&gt;you seem to move on easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i try to fly, i fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, i feel so small&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i see your face, you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have made it rain&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;my weakness caused you pain&lt;br /&gt;and this song's my sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night I pray&lt;br /&gt;that soon your face will fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i try to fly, i fall&lt;br /&gt;without my wings, i feel so small&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i see your face, you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boyz II men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I....&lt;br /&gt;darlin' i, i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;where did we lose our way&lt;br /&gt;girl it's drivin' me insane&lt;br /&gt;and i know i just need one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to prove my love to you&lt;br /&gt;if you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i'll guarantee&lt;br /&gt;that i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we go back to the days our love was strong&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell me how to get things back&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;oh God give me the reason&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;i'll never walk again, until you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many nights i dream of you&lt;br /&gt;holding my pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;i know that i don't need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;when i open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;to face reality&lt;br /&gt;every moment without you&lt;br /&gt;it seems like eternity&lt;br /&gt;i'm begging you, begging you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we go back to the days our love was strong&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell me how to get things back&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;oh god give me the reason&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;i'll never walk again, until you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(baby, im sorry. please forgive me for all the wrong i've done.&lt;br /&gt;please come back home girl. i know you put all your trust&lt;br /&gt;in me, i'm sorry i let you down. please forgive me girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;stop pointing fingers, the blame is on me&lt;br /&gt;i want a new life&lt;br /&gt;and I want it with you&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;you gotta believe, in the spirit of love&lt;br /&gt;it can heal all things&lt;br /&gt;we won't hurt any more&lt;br /&gt;no I don't believe our love's terminal&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on my knees, begging you please&lt;br /&gt;come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we go back to the days our love was strong&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell me how to get things back&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;oh god give me the reason&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;i'll never walk again, until you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wanna build a new life&lt;br /&gt;just you and me&lt;br /&gt;gonna make you my wife&lt;br /&gt;raise a family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody tell me how to get things back&lt;br /&gt;the way things used to be&lt;br /&gt;oh god give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;i'll never walk again, till you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm down on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110035584717687167?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110035584717687167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110035584717687167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110035584717687167' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110033385548170514</id><published>2004-11-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:17:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do you know e real feeling of having your heart throb in pain..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am crying for a few hours,&lt;br /&gt;being so pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;begging you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;there i see you flirting,&lt;br /&gt;organising your bday,&lt;br /&gt;going to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i don't even know a single shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is checking on you e only way t know what's happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like tis feeling.&lt;br /&gt;you say i dont trust you.&lt;br /&gt;how much more do you want me t trust you tis way.&lt;br /&gt;you said you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;how much did you show it.&lt;br /&gt;you said you aren't good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;excuses.&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you want t leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;give me a valid reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i won't ask anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110033385548170514?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110033385548170514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110033385548170514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110033385548170514' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110020229300694814</id><published>2004-11-12T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T03:44:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's yet another sleepless night. i lie awake, tossing and turning on my bed, thinking about all that has happened, particularly e disappointment earlier today. i wonder where this relationship is seriously heading, and as i suddenly realise that there're so many things which can never be undone or changed, i cried. can we really be like what we wanted t be at e start of e relationship? would you want to? i wonder whether all im doing is right, is this just a testing period, or is it just meant to end this way. there're so many differences t sort out. bad habits can be changed, but there;re some things, which will never be there once they're not. i admit i do have my flaws, but from e start of everything, have i ever changed for you? you tell me you want me to be e way i am cos` it's me, but have you ever tried accepting me this way? i put in a hundred and one for us, i gave everything. you said you did, and if it's true, i guess im selfish. cos` i want more. it hurts t have everything and nothing at once, it hurts t knoe you're around yet you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110020229300694814?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110020229300694814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110020229300694814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020229300694814' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-110006418064809052</id><published>2004-11-10T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:23:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY. =D&lt;br /&gt;been kinda in a good mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;tis few days, rather. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im having mochi!&lt;/strong&gt; woots.&lt;br /&gt;heaven beyond words! haha!&lt;br /&gt;hmm. was out wit peiyun yst.&lt;br /&gt;intensive shopping recently.&lt;br /&gt;currently owning 2 new tops, a new skirt, a new 3-quarts and belt! =D&lt;br /&gt;kinda slacked around, had lips.&lt;br /&gt;met up wit her fren(s) later in e night.&lt;br /&gt;haha i hate desperate kukus! =&lt;br /&gt;yes anyway, im bored. holidays are no life.&lt;br /&gt;it's so routine,&lt;br /&gt;waking up in e afternoon, playing comp, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL waking up in e afternoon, going out, come back, play comp, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so no life right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, time to EAT! MUAHAHA. =D&lt;br /&gt;-signs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-110006418064809052?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110006418064809052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/110006418064809052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110006418064809052' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109992927681143351</id><published>2004-11-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:54:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fixed my hdd, at least im not gonna rot in my bed for e whole day wit nothing t do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;life's been wit quite a few rough patches recently,&lt;br /&gt;im still normal, nevertheless =D&lt;br /&gt;that ass retained me, i have just 2 more marks t go.&lt;br /&gt;-curses and swears.&lt;br /&gt;today has been another unproductive day.&lt;br /&gt;woke up, met maine and shaf in town.&lt;br /&gt;headed home early, had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate all these moments when i feel so tied down yet so alone. i hate e times when, everybody's here, but of all pple, you're not. you're so near, yet so far. i feel so distant from you, i dont like tis feeling. i dislike keeping silent despite e disappointments you've given me, i dislike all e assumptions you make about me. all i wanted was a true relationship, where we'd come clean wit each other for even just minor stuff. i'm not like your ex, i might'nt be what you're looking for. but i am who i am. i can change for you, but would you ever be able t do e same for me? if only we could talk properly, if only we could see eye t eye on so many matters. if only you could understand what i want, if only we could go thru tis without those countless quarrels. i can, can you? would you ever be able t stand in my shoes? will we last like i've always wished..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109992927681143351?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109992927681143351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109992927681143351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992927681143351' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109514762790067711</id><published>2004-09-14T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:40:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, and here's a new post.&lt;br /&gt;haha. my damned comp's down.&lt;br /&gt;i hope des gets it done. quick.&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually my time online's quite limited too i guess.&lt;br /&gt;fyp's are drawing near yet i've yet t start.&lt;br /&gt;been slacking e whole of this year and it really IS time t wake up.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, i dont seem t have enough time at all.&lt;br /&gt;and where do i start? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;o levs next year. i seem so, so far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes anyway. school just started.&lt;br /&gt;am still addicted t e excess sleeping during e holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;brought des and catched up wit e whole group on sat =D&lt;br /&gt;had e baked rice i missed &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; dearly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;played pool.&lt;br /&gt;okay, more of sitting around and catching up wit evil.&lt;br /&gt;yes i guess it's true, we're no longer as close as in e past.&lt;br /&gt;but from another point of view,&lt;br /&gt;WE STILL ARE! =D&lt;br /&gt;we all have our different lives i guess.&lt;br /&gt;am appreciative of e occassional gatherings((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. 2 things i've been wanting t put up.&lt;br /&gt;-i mistaked some durex lubricating gel for MINI HAIR GEL. how malu-ating. at 7-11. HAHA. please go take a look, it's light blue in colour.&lt;br /&gt;-was studying wit py at delifrance when an american approached us t translate and help him write a letter in chinese t his beautiful china girlfriend. how sweet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's time for friendster, will update soon. I HOPE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109514762790067711?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109514762790067711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109514762790067711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109514762790067711' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109410732233821074</id><published>2004-09-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:29:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooooo. hohos.&lt;br /&gt;bored in school. waiting for some DUMB girl.&lt;br /&gt;who had half an hour but spent it doing retarded things instead.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes anyway, happy(belated) birthday weiren!&lt;br /&gt;apologies, -to be continued due t unforseen circumstances =/&lt;br /&gt;OKAY IM BACK. in e school comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;say, 12 days after i started this post. hha.&lt;br /&gt;kinda forgotten what i wanted t write. so, ya. =D&lt;br /&gt;-signs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109410732233821074?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109410732233821074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109410732233821074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109410732233821074' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109392463950944471</id><published>2004-08-31T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:45:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS MY COMP.&lt;br /&gt;havent been online in ten thousand years, yes i knoe.&lt;br /&gt;haha I MISS YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;been pretty busy anyway,&lt;br /&gt;rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda kicked e 'i cant live without my comp' life.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;lol. certain alterations in my life.&lt;br /&gt;t be happy or upset, that i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;school's been a big mess wit all e bitches and all.&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings going home and all.&lt;br /&gt;other than that im quite contented i guess ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. currently at peiyun's house.&lt;br /&gt;WAITING FOR HER T PACK SO WE CAN LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;somebody pls shoot her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so smelly. go bathe la. -sprays air freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes i havent forgotten you guys.&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAR AND DARLING. =D&lt;br /&gt;each of us've been really busy wit our own lives it's hard t catch up.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless we'll always be three musketeers,&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT? LOL. we shall have t meet up for dinner someday okay!&lt;br /&gt;yes, signing off. i'll be online soon. i hope. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109392463950944471?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109392463950944471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109392463950944471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109392463950944471' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109129814472746413</id><published>2004-08-01T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T02:22:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda jus came across smth which i ain't supposed t (i think).&lt;br /&gt;yes, and im not sure if i should be but i felt quite affected.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i ask myself what really is e truth and all,&lt;br /&gt;like hey im sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe my senses quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;somehow or other i think there's jus a little smth fishy around here.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, ya. stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition wit ng today,&lt;br /&gt;he'd suffer retribution for making me stay that late!!&lt;br /&gt;dumb asshole. i almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;town today, met maine &amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;she had ta leave early, met yuani and pearlynn instead.&lt;br /&gt;den gina came. sortof slacked around e whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate e damned bitch.&lt;br /&gt;like get a life. it's not my fault that you didnt get supper, you could've always went without me. hello, t think i even felt bad that i broke my promise!&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite dumb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you ought t be shot! -ripped from yuani *you dont mind, ya? = influenced by your language.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, im in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;am off t bed, i didnt notice it's alr 2.20?!&lt;br /&gt;waking at 9 tmr, sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109129814472746413?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109129814472746413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109129814472746413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109129814472746413' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109120966829681642</id><published>2004-07-31T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T01:47:48.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks sweets for e pretty template! =D&lt;br /&gt;and yes, im retarded. it's almost 2 and im still up.&lt;br /&gt;been looking at friendster for e past god-knoes-how-many hours.&lt;br /&gt;hohos.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much actually, jus thought i'd dropped by and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'd nv gather the rolling stones in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109120966829681642?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109120966829681642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109120966829681642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120966829681642' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109102697527214059</id><published>2004-07-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:02:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yepp :))&lt;br /&gt;Gina invades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your template up alright.&lt;br /&gt;Any changes just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109102697527214059?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109102697527214059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109102697527214059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102697527214059' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-109060431939183322</id><published>2004-07-24T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:38:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am finally back, &lt;br /&gt;yet not feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda lonely, my current life seems like it's in a&amp;nbsp; total screwed up stage.&lt;br /&gt;yes, growing up stage like what you'd say,&lt;br /&gt;but all e pressure's making me feel like im stuck in a room without an exit, and all four walls are closing in on me..&lt;br /&gt;tis empty feeling's kinda familiar,&lt;br /&gt;feels so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;there're too many things t do, too many people to please.&lt;br /&gt;i dun seem like myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed and i dun like this new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enough of the sadistic stuff, &lt;br /&gt;certainly glad t be back. =]&lt;br /&gt;am currently trying t work harder kinda thing,&lt;br /&gt;working on my amaths.&lt;br /&gt;and tis time im proving that dumb bitch wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;move, bitch. get outta e way&lt;/em&gt;.))x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going tanning tmr, &lt;br /&gt;but my tattoo touch-up's not even healed!!&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. lol. at least we're finally having a proper sub-clique outing.(most of e time it doesnt work out)&lt;br /&gt;LOL. am off t bed, &lt;br /&gt;-yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-109060431939183322?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109060431939183322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/109060431939183322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109060431939183322' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108930938104657278</id><published>2004-07-09T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T01:56:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;yup. almost 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep soon, waking at 5 tmr.&lt;br /&gt;good luck t me.&lt;br /&gt;school always make me look so haggard. &lt;br /&gt;like now i look like some ghost.&lt;br /&gt;my eye bags are bigger than my eyes. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;dumb shit, how can i ever live without makeup.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;busy day ahead tmr. or rather.&lt;br /&gt;later on.&lt;br /&gt;figured i'd use e oral waiting time t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and take e long bus ride home so i can sleep!&lt;br /&gt;e tuition's stressing me up.&lt;br /&gt;it's taking up too much of my time!!&lt;br /&gt;but sigh. e money. &gt;.&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108930938104657278?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108930938104657278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108930938104657278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930938104657278' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108869912718796824</id><published>2004-07-02T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:25:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy bday t me! =D&lt;br /&gt;lol. thanks for e wishes. yup.&lt;br /&gt;tis bday's gonna be kinda boring,&lt;br /&gt;glad i did celebrate it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school reopened,&lt;br /&gt;though it feels like exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;lessons are slack, if not very slack.&lt;br /&gt;half e time we're running ard, bitching or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;youth day tmr, going kbox aft that. woots. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108869912718796824?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108869912718796824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108869912718796824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869912718796824' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108782140297919419</id><published>2004-06-21T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:36:42.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back from e chalet,&lt;br /&gt;=D yup.&lt;br /&gt;kinda e happiest celebration i had, &lt;br /&gt;most of my closer frens were around.&lt;br /&gt;but kinda e saddest too. =| lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost got dunked into e swimming pool,&lt;br /&gt;screamed till manager came out though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;in e end, was still made all wet.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt any difference though.&lt;br /&gt;grandma helped me =D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got drunk on fri night.&lt;br /&gt;well, half drunk. puked thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;sat around and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;riddles, the person who couldnt answer drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankkyouu guys for coming,&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for e presents =D&lt;br /&gt;yup. thankyou for making an enjoyable bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*you were meant t be e surprise but you ended up t be e disappointment. i hate liars. if you didnt wanna come you jus had t reject e invitation. not lie. you might be reading tis, if you still do check back here. i jus wanted t tell you tat you didnt have t treat me like some fool. if they didnt tell me what happened i wouldn have known you were like tis. you were nv like that, and i nv knew you would be, someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108782140297919419?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108782140297919419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108782140297919419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782140297919419' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108740344318641934</id><published>2004-06-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:30:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucked up fucked up fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;i hate pple t control my life.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying t sound like some godess la bitch.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. stop trying t make dumb decisions for me.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; pass and &lt;strong&gt;i knoe it very well&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; need you t brainwash both my parents and i wit your fucking dumb ideas.&lt;br /&gt;please &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; make me sound as if im totally beyond hope.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; retain and even if i have t switch schools,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; come to you begging like a &lt;em&gt;fucking dog&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'd gladly be fucking rid of your dumb 's y m p a t h y'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108740344318641934?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108740344318641934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108740344318641934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740344318641934' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108723497762250128</id><published>2004-06-15T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:42:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doomsday tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;parent teacher meet.&lt;br /&gt;fuck e principal.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108723497762250128?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108723497762250128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108723497762250128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108723497762250128' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108703826274933695</id><published>2004-06-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T19:04:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like fuckyou, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;first my line, now my phone?&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i was such a slut in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i guess such a slut shouldn't have been your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;so you're saying im not supposed t blame you.&lt;br /&gt;you're right by nagging and screaming,&lt;br /&gt;when i haven't said a single word?&lt;br /&gt;oh i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably you really shouldnt get me back my line.&lt;br /&gt;then you wouldn't be able t find me,&lt;br /&gt;and that gives you more reason to disturb my friends everyday.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should flare up,&lt;br /&gt;you're jus pretending to care anyways,&lt;br /&gt;so why waste my friends' hp bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuckoff, &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108703826274933695?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108703826274933695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108703826274933695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703826274933695' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108686403212285906</id><published>2004-06-10T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:40:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fever's back.&lt;br /&gt;like whatever, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;quarrelled wit mom last night,&lt;br /&gt;got so pissed i went out.&lt;br /&gt;without anything.&lt;br /&gt;not even my wallet, like how pathetic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tyler, played pool.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my line got cut off by that damned bitch.&lt;br /&gt;cb. was too late, had no one to contact.&lt;br /&gt;tyler had t go home cos he head school,&lt;br /&gt;so was left roaming about alone.&lt;br /&gt;phone went out of batt.&lt;br /&gt;yupp. till 9+, confirmed that they left for work alr,&lt;br /&gt;before i decided t come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, tired and hungry. lol.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's a busy day again.&lt;br /&gt;chalet's coming up real soon,&lt;br /&gt;lots of preparations to do. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108686403212285906?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108686403212285906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108686403212285906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108686403212285906' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108662093771886920</id><published>2004-06-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T23:08:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;disheartened. what wrongs did i do t make even a frenship tis way now. i thought, i apoligised. does that mean anything, at all. it took me alot, alot of courage. to send those messages, both frenster and sms. but. i guess it's all down e drain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108662093771886920?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108662093771886920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108662093771886920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108662093771886920' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521457.post-108657275332395263</id><published>2004-06-07T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:45:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheys. =]&lt;br /&gt;in school, really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get t sleep e whole of last night,&lt;br /&gt;finally got into a &lt;b&gt;light&lt;/b&gt; sleep at 4+, nearing 5.&lt;br /&gt;woke up when my mom opened the door at 6.15.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt sleep anymore after tat.&lt;br /&gt;god bless me. =| haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in some dumb course wit a bitch in black.&lt;br /&gt;like whatever alrights, shutup ch**by*.&lt;br /&gt;yawn. yup. signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6521457-108657275332395263?l=trappedinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108657275332395263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6521457/posts/default/108657275332395263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trappedinyou.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108657275332395263' title=''/><author><name>neosbbq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
