<?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-7796147</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I filled my head with your voice, Now i'm drowning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115892007005626800</id><published>2006-09-22T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:16:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless Nightlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From his point of view;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watch those cash burns as you walk through those doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let the alcohol flow down your fucking throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watch your body burst into fucking flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lights flashing and music blasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;call yourself the king of the dancefloor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;next minute, you'll find yourself dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no offences at all, really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115892007005626800?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115892007005626800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115892007005626800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115892007005626800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115892007005626800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/09/worthless-nightlife.html' title='Worthless Nightlife'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115830076878651411</id><published>2006-09-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:15:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill The Pest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I guess I'm just a pest in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me just say it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i deserve this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115830076878651411?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115830076878651411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115830076878651411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115830076878651411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115830076878651411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/09/kill-pest.html' title='Kill The Pest.'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115791615492363834</id><published>2006-09-11T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:22:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Who's andy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just Pretend that i'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this just ama-za-zing? Wasting your time at home everysingle day. Sitting infront of the computer all day long. The only time i'm away from it is when i'm gonna have dinner,smokebreak,pee/shit or whatever. I'm kind of getting used to you. If you put me in orchard road now. I'll feel like I'm in a jungle. Alright, so school is fucked up as usual, I cant wait to be transferred course next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Excitement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tmrw, I'm getting two "Shih Tzu x Malteese" Puppies. I cant wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the duck boy is dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;give it a few more months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and they'll say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who the fuck is andy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115791615492363834?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115791615492363834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115791615492363834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115791615492363834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115791615492363834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-whos-andy.html' title='Hello? Who&apos;s andy?'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115738034138459840</id><published>2006-09-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:38:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crocodile Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/320/SteveIrwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you on tv steve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My favourite channel of all time is Animal Planet, I swear. I love animals, I love the way Steve Irwin talks, I love the way Jeff Corwin jokes around. I just love Animal Planet. Now That Steve is gone, There wont be anymore adventures and crocodile hunting by you again. I cant fly to aussie to pay my respect, so I made edited this photo of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Love You Steve! I'm really gonna miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rest In Peace, Dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115738034138459840?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115738034138459840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115738034138459840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115738034138459840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115738034138459840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-hunter.html' title='The Crocodile Hunter'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115617926402747608</id><published>2006-08-22T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:54:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses For The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello Good Morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SAGE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ally        - Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Andy      - Lead Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Hetty      - Rythym Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Mark       - Bass&lt;br /&gt;Emu        - Drums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We had a gig last night at ALLYSSA's place for her sweet sixteen birthday. Okay I'm sorry but I dont even know who she is. But she's nice okay so ya the set was quite good. And erm the food was fantastic and the cake too. And her family's really damn nice la. Her mom paid us, and no I'm not gonna tell anyone how much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then Today, I had to go to school to speak to the Digital Media Design (DMD) Section Head about me transferring to DMD from Electrical Technology. They ask me to go back to Electrical and complete this whole year so they can transfer me to DMD straight. So now andy after months of  enjoyment. Its time to go back to school even though I hate the course but ya its for DMD, I cant wait till next year and all my school work will be about drawing,drawing,drawing,designing,designing,designing. OMG! This is so exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And anyway, I hope and pray that I can get a part-time job somewhere or what so ever, I wanna buy my I-POD Video, New Clothes, New Shoes, Guitar &amp; Amplifier, New Computer, New Furnitures and stuff for my room, PS3, Camera and the list goes on. Woah this is like gonan cost me a bomb but I dont care. And I wanna save up money to go N.A.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;alrighty, my life is artsy fartsy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;goodnight readers!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;musik//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuenralforafriend - roses for the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115617926402747608?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115617926402747608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115617926402747608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115617926402747608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115617926402747608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/08/roses-for-dead.html' title='Roses For The Dead'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115463716546855639</id><published>2006-08-04T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:32:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Drift!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today was quite fun fun fun like rah rah rah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to gardens and met Tessa,Kenneth,Mikey,Daryl and Rebecca. Then we went to Tessa's place for dvds!! guess guess guess what did we watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS TOKYO DRIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the quality isnt that good, but the show is still nice. Fast Fast Cars, And there's gonna be another one coming out I think, The movie ended with Sean having a race with Vin Diesel, sorry I dont know how to spell your damn name baldy haha. And yes its very late now. And okay since you asked me to blog about you REBECCA. We are the late late night chit chatters with fetish for secret food and beverages hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Snapple And Meiji Chocolates are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For those people who have school in like a few hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAVE FUN! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115463716546855639?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115463716546855639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115463716546855639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115463716546855639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115463716546855639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/08/tokyo-drift.html' title='Tokyo Drift!!'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115445658786382058</id><published>2006-08-02T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:26:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember yesterday; the 1st day of every month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every 1st day of everysingle month was a very very special day. Filled with happiness, love and laughter. I dont even wanna think of whats left now. And I'm sure that all those things that reminds you of me are probably in the rubbish dump somewhere. Its so fucking hurtful, but whats the point everything doesnt even mean a fucking shit to you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just take care of yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was great knowing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115445658786382058?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115445658786382058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115445658786382058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115445658786382058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115445658786382058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/08/remember-yesterday-1st-day-of-every.html' title='remember yesterday; the 1st day of every month'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115337130799483969</id><published>2006-07-20T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:43:56.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;would you hold my hand and sing with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the song we used to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;would you stay with me i'm on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please dont ever leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all of these memories is all thats making me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holding on to whats believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please dont ever leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holding on to whats believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please dont ever leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cant we set our eyes on a new star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whats is life without love and scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont leave me now we have gone too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all these lifes are turning suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;away to a place where no one will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I screamed your name from as far as i can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Love You so fucking much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didnt even let go one bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to let you know that my heart is always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, maybe someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115337130799483969?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115337130799483969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115337130799483969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115337130799483969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115337130799483969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-remember-you.html' title='I remember you...'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115324750886916138</id><published>2006-07-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:07:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life: The Greeners....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wanna apologise to all of my friends and tell them that I know this is a very big mistake and its something really stupid and selfish to do. But Its just at that point of time I just cant think of anything else but ways to end my life. And Yes I know some of you are really disappointed with me and believe that I did this all just to seek attention and make all of you pity me. I dont blame anyone of you, I am not gonna fight back and make you all think I really wanted to end my life. Many people manage to get through all these by moving on and fighting through the emotional pain that they have suffered. But I'm just a like a new student who just got into primary school, I'm still learning. I am slower than everysingle one of you. My weakness is dealing with emotional pain. Suicidal thoughts comes so easily and I just cant seem to push them away. Its actually hurtful hearing my friends thinking that all these are just for attention seeking. Theres nothing more I can do now, but just accept it and stuff. I know what I have done and I know its a really big mistake and I am willing to learn from it and really wake up this time. Well, My life is mostly about my friends. There nothing in the world that can make me happier than how &lt;strong&gt;THE GREENERS&lt;/strong&gt; do.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I thought of all the past times we've had almost a year ago, how happy the greeners are together everysingle night without fail, we would be a the coffee shop sitting down with smiles on our faces and jokes flying all around and stuff. We dont even need to call one another, we'll just be at that very table of the coffee shop, and everysingle time a person walks in from the entrance, all our eyes will turn and look who that is. Its so amazing. We may not show how much we love another, but we can tell you know. We are like a big family. And do you all remember we actually thought of having a big dinner and call everysingle one of the greeners down?? It didnt happen. Time past, fights and lots of problems came. Everyone drifted and some even split into groups. Now, Its so hard to see the smiles that we used to have before. This family of friends is so important to me, that I could just wish to live all my life with all of them being still as close till the day we grow so old that we're fighting for our lives. Do you all actually think of all these past memories? And hoping that it can happen again. Maybe not now, but I really wanna see the close-ness of our friendships and the smiles on our faces like before. I hate drifting away from friends you know. I wanna leave a note to some of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donn:&lt;/span&gt; I dont even dare to say anything now, because I've put you through so much shit and gave you so much pain even though I love you so much. How I wish I could just turn back time and treat you so much better and show you how much I really love you. Like I said, no one has ever made me felt this way, no one has ever made me feel so much love. I've made too many mistakes and take too long to learn from them that even makes you lose total trust in me. Now, We're almost nothing, just memories. There's nothing much I can do now, but just wait , hope and pray. If you still believe this, (I know you dont) I LOVE YOU...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kenneth &amp; Joshua&lt;/span&gt; : We used to the 3 musketeers of Wicked and Greeners, Now its so hard for us to be so close once again. Do you remember the skating days, and after that we'll skate down to green and everything? Its really amazing thinking how close we are before. And Please dont stop believing that we're never gonna be so close ever again. I love the both of you fucking much, you cant imagine. Josh, do you remember the skating days. When only just you and me went all the way to town and skate, even though we're not that good but we still had so much fucking fun? I missed it so much, I miss being close with you again. I really want them all back I swear. Kenneth, I am happy that we're getting close again, and I miss going to your house like most of the time of my week. The both of you just mean so much to me and I really want the 3 musketeers stuff to come back. I still have pictures of the 3 of us, and I'm sure we can look at it and laugh. I fucking love the both of you. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;: Silence doesnt mean I dont care, Its just I'm afraid I might say the wrong things and make things worst and I dont really know what exactly is happening and stuff. Nowadays Its so fucking hard to see the Jeremy with cheerful smiles on his face and how he always crack jokes about anyone one of us. Do you remember how you always make fun of others and the whole table would be laughing? I know you are disappointed with what I've done and I know you are going to shit and yes its worst than mine, please dont ever think that I think that I dont care and all, because I really do its just that I myself are going thru so much stuff that I cant even help myself. We called one another "BRO" for a reason. Yes we might have drifted, but nothing can ever change the way I treat and look at you. Cause I swear, that's how much you mean to me, if you dont know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;: You're one of the freaking jokers with jokes that can make all of us die laughing. And Yes I know youre disappointed to, I dont blame you. And I cant change what you believe what was the purpose of me doing this. I just hope you will understand at least a little bit pete. We might not know each other soooo well, but you mean alot to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;: You're like so old la you, I was happy that I got close to you and I really wanna thank you for caring so much for me. And even after the greeners drifted, I still see you with at least a bottle of beer on the table with you and listening to your mp3 and just smoking sometimes laugh at the joke we shared and stuff. Just so that you'ld know, you're one of those people that I trust the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stace &amp;amp; Ryan&lt;/span&gt;: I may not show how much I love you both, but ya la I really love you both as if you're my brother and sister, I swear. And Yes we might not be that close but close enough right? Stace, You might be far away and its hard for us to talk and stuff, but you still really really mean alot to me. Youre one of those who listen to me so much and give me real good advice you know. I dont know how to explain this but yeah youre like the best best best. And I am really sorry, I am really very very very very sorry for disappointing and letting you down, I am willing to learn from my mistakes now and Stace you know I love you. Ryan, Youre like my brother and yeah we're not that close but close enough uh huh? I know you really fucking care for me so much because you have been there for me countless times and I really appreciated it alot, I may not show you that I really love you and care. But I hope that you know I do. And one more thing, I really respect the relationship that you both are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt;: You're back to have fun with your all of us, I'm sorry for screwing a little bit of your time up. We might not have that much of a conversation when youre in aussie, but yeah I do miss you when youre away. The Times we had, and lets think about all those skating days. Do you remember skating at hougang point one evening and we almost all of us started skating with boxers and we even pulled down abit to let those people see our butt cracks? I wont forget about that. Its just now when I talk to you, I just feel like we're different and theres a wall between us. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scott &amp; Nestor&lt;/span&gt;: Where have the both of yours hairy asses gone to? Scott, I miss going to your house almost everysingle day, I mean your old house which is like less than 1 minute walk away. Remember how often we used to call each other and say, "eh, I'm bored can I go over not". I really miss them la. And Nestor, remember when youre staying at Scott's place for quite awhile and I always go there cause we're both bored at home? and just sit down talk cock and smoke our life away. I hope you remember, and eh you're a father now la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicole,Claire,Hetty,Tessa&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you girls so much for being there for me and I really enjoy hanging out with all of you. Hetty &amp;amp; Nicole, the both of you are the loudest dont have to deny you both know it. Claire, We dont get to see one another very much but you still mean alot to me uh huh. Thanks for being there for me, and please dont forget the green algae man. Tess, you've been there for the most the most most most, and thank you so much for being at the hospital everysingle day, I was really really really very very happy, and you're my partner and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natalie Ho&lt;/span&gt;: You're like cute la, ha. Well Nat, I am really sorry for being a pain in the ass and being a childish fuck for fighting with you so many times. I am really sorry, and I know you put in alot of afford in helping me and all, but it din really work. But trust me nat, now it will. And maybe I dont show it but you do mean alot alot alot to me too okay. And you are the one who started Silhouette Clothing which is now known as "SEPHIRE CLOTHING" with me. Let's not give up and keep this dream going okay nat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natasha Liew&lt;/span&gt;: I know we've drifted alot eversince you left singapore. I am really sorry for letting this happen, but I really want this close-ness of our friendship back. Do you remember how we'll always be on the phone till God knows what time? I miss all of those I really do. And Nat you know i Love you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: We may not be that close but close enough yeah? after knowing for quite a long time I'm beginning to believe that youre kind like close to God like, as in like the nice guy kinda way and all ya know? anyway, I just wanna thank you for keeping company and cheering me up most of the time and making me sunrise everysingle time when I go over to your place for soccer and stuff. Dont forget what we're suppose to do, form a chinese screamo band and write mixed genre songs yeah. I just wanna thank you for every single thing especially the road trip that we had, its really really fun. Thank You Zac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those people who I've left out, please dont think that you're not that important or anything. Please everysingle one of my friends do. And I love all of you. I've learned my lessonS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115324750886916138?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115324750886916138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115324750886916138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115324750886916138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115324750886916138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-life-greeners.html' title='My Life: The Greeners....'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-115265456274961106</id><published>2006-07-12T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:50:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its amazing that I've just only to be learning about life. Its not wrong for someone to have suicidal thoughts when you get hurt, like I said it just &lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt;. Somethings can just hurt you so much till you even tried killing yourself, yes its foolish to do something like that. I have been through it countless times. Yes I had thoughts and I even attempted doing it but I failed, totally nothing happened to me, I thought I was gone by that moment but I was still freaking alive. Maybe its something that is telling me that this is real real real foolish cause it wont only hurt my family it will hurt those people who loves me. This feeling is telling me to pick myself up when I fall and learn from every bit of the mistakes I've made. I am going to be a better person that I was before, feel for others and never ever neglect my friends anymore. I just wanna thank every single one of my friends who have been there for me. I love all of you so much, I really do. I cant imagine myself being like this, I am only alright when I'm around my friends but I'm never alright when I'm alone. This feeling is killing me slowly. Its hurting me so bad till I cant even recognize myself in the mirror. I wish I could be like before and be happy with all of my friend including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am not as strong as how you all think I am, In fact I thought I was stronger to go through all these, I am sorry to disappoint everyone of you, but I am not strong at all I am really sorry. I would even lock myself in the room and just talk to myself, all these is driving me crazy I swear it is. Yes alot of people have gone through this, and I'm sure you all know how I feel and what kind of situation I in. I am new to this and its really killing me things just have to happen at the wrong time and nothing ever goes the way you wanted it to be, sometimes life gets so unfair you just feel like stabbing a knife on your head. Mistakes people make can be so hurtful that it can kill somebody, even words that are so strong and hurtful it can kill you too you know that? So tell me, Is there anyplace in the world where you can find happiness and peace where no one's crying, fighting, killing and screaming in pain. I cant life be like this. Or maybe life is meant to have good and bad times, I'm sure millions of people have died from their bad times and just couldnt take their pain anymore and just totally gave up on their lives. Now I just wish I could sleep and never wake up again, I am really sick and tired of going through all these and facing them and more problems just keeps on coming. I swear things just happen at the wrong damn motherfucking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I was stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will history be falling for science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get me some chemicals that can give me a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone knows what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; know it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my history, is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if my words meant nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and all the love I gave wasnt enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here you go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-115265456274961106?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/115265456274961106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=115265456274961106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115265456274961106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/115265456274961106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/07/history.html' title='History.'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114922527401807625</id><published>2006-06-02T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:14:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the pyramids along the nile, watch the sunrise from the tropic isle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this a feeling for you worth keeping? Does all those memories of us still worth keeping? Does me holding on to you mean something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit for my selfishness and all my lies about me changing forthe better, I admit for all the times I got jealous about stuff and kept hiding it, I admit for all the anger I've kept and not telling you about it, I admit to everysingle one that read this. Cause I wanna everyone that I have been learning, changing for the better and start over a new life in all these days of agonizing pain. For I am nothing without you, happiness isnt a word in my life anymore. I am still holding on and waiting for that very day when I get your call or at least a message. Cant you see apologise bleed from my eyes? Is there still hope, Is there still a chance. My mind is just nothing but you walking in circles in it. Waiting for that one day that you are willing to forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you so badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you so damn much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my history, is yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there still a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovething--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114922527401807625?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114922527401807625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114922527401807625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114922527401807625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114922527401807625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-lost_02.html' title='I Lost.'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114909470595888315</id><published>2006-06-01T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:58:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats a special day, without a special you...</title><content type='html'>This day just means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou, always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114909470595888315?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114909470595888315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114909470595888315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114909470595888315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114909470595888315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-special-day-without-special-you.html' title='whats a special day, without a special you...'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114898367973103608</id><published>2006-05-30T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:07:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here without you</title><content type='html'>Am I just holding on for something that's never gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'll still be holding on as long as I still love you as much, It gets more and more painful each day, thinking of you, missing you but nothing can stop me from loving you and keep holding on. I wont let go, Ive learned alot for the past few days. Its only been a short while, but it felt so long. Cause you're not here with me, anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre my heroine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114898367973103608?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114898367973103608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114898367973103608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114898367973103608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114898367973103608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-here-without-you_30.html' title='i&apos;m here without you'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114875825323234303</id><published>2006-05-28T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:37:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovething</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm holding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Days gone by, wound's getting deeper and deeper, but feelings are never fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk in circles in my heart like how the world keeps on spinning and how my heart keeps on beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sun rises, youre first of thoughts. Thoughts of you being by my side, hoping that this day that I will see your smile again. Youre always on my mind, everywhere I go I think of you, every turn I make I hope that youre there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;slow down baby, youre too far ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My world's not the same anymore, days have changed my life has change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm gonna be strong, and take each day as a healing for the both of us... Your feelings for me are sure to fade but mine for you, are never gonna fade a bit. I am going to do this even though its killing me slowly, I'm not gonna show it. Things are getting from bad to worst for me, youre not here anymore, youre not here. I am gonna be strong and hold on, holding on isnt easy, and I know you going thru alot and stuff, I really hope you are alright, I hope things a getting at least a small lil bit better for you. I miss you so badly, you cant imagine. Well, you're worth it, you're my heroine. You're worth those tears that I've shed everysingle night. Outside, I pretending to be alright. But inside, Its killing me. Well, Just so you'ld know, my love for you is getting stronger each day and its totally impossible for me to keep you out of my mind for more than five minutes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; the best I ever and will have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; the most gorgeus girl I've ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; someone, that I wont stop loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; worth waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; worth holding on for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; my heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; my love, 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/7796147-114875825323234303?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114659931651540207</id><published>2006-05-03T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:48:36.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iguessyou'retheonlyone</title><content type='html'>I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're the only one left standing when everything else goes down&lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one, you're still the only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114659931651540207?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114646813290502737</id><published>2006-05-01T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:22:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and broken love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you go i'll wait for you, if you go i'll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paint the wall your favorite shade of blue i hope all your dreams come true and i will be renew and i won't waste your time anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally put a lock on our closed door and you will not break through and we'll try to put smiles on our face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and see who is the quickest to replace our lost and broken love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114646813290502737?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114646813290502737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114646813290502737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114646813290502737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114646813290502737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-and-broken-love.html' title='lost and broken love'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114631602799900540</id><published>2006-04-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:07:08.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mylove,mylife</title><content type='html'>I will still be holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114631602799900540?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114631602799900540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114631602799900540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114631602799900540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114631602799900540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/mylovemylife.html' title='mylove,mylife'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114520000149008702</id><published>2006-04-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:06:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fire works in our final destination</title><content type='html'>i wanna hold you so tight now and never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fire works&lt;/span&gt; together, hoping that it'll last for 20mins&lt;br /&gt;we've reach our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;final destination&lt;br /&gt;we.. have a long way more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets look at each other so closely, nose to nose&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not.&lt;br /&gt;iwyb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114520000149008702?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114520000149008702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-114513642946619428</id><published>2006-04-16T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T05:30:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let you show them how to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that everything would be like is was before&lt;br /&gt;but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;when my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-114513642946619428?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/114513642946619428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=114513642946619428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114513642946619428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/114513642946619428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-you-show-them-how-to-live.html' title='Let you show them how to live'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-113806699132171660</id><published>2006-01-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:43:11.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellow boyboy</title><content type='html'>okay hello i'm in school again&lt;br /&gt;my comp at home is still not working&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 months already&lt;br /&gt;okay i think we're going for break soon&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;natliew: let's go for catching before you leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-113806699132171660?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/113806699132171660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=113806699132171660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113806699132171660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113806699132171660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/01/hellow-boyboy.html' title='hellow boyboy'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-113756539946576357</id><published>2006-01-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:24:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been long</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hellow everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in my new school now&lt;br /&gt;the school is so "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;the people in the school are "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" my course&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;songoftheday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ITE - I can see my future&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/7796147-113756539946576357?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/113756539946576357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=113756539946576357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113756539946576357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113756539946576357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-long.html' title='it&apos;s been long'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-113162638472309071</id><published>2005-11-11T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:50:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silhouette</title><content type='html'>hello everyone&lt;br /&gt;i'm at hougang green now using pantat's laptop&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;silhouette clothing is back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silhouetteclothing.cjb.net"&gt;www.silhouetteclothing.cjb.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-113162638472309071?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/113162638472309071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=113162638472309071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113162638472309071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/113162638472309071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/11/silhouette.html' title='silhouette'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-113039699379274235</id><published>2005-10-28T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:09:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say days ago</title><content type='html'>hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;my com is down again&lt;br /&gt;i'm at pantat's house now&lt;br /&gt;he's cooking&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songoftheday&lt;br /&gt;the used - say days ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-113039699379274235?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112948456792884019</id><published>2005-10-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:46:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/1600/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/320/DSC00483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; secondary school life, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; how me and my classmates made our teachers angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all the shit we do in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the food in the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; everything in secondary school : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although i dont really like going to school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like the last time i'm gonna see the teachers and my classmates&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i gotta wake up in like 4hrs for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;goodbye montfort secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;goodnight everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As we go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All the times we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friends Forever...&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/7796147-112948456792884019?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112948456792884019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112948456792884019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112948456792884019'/><link rel='self' 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hahha&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm getting graduated tonight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that the place is at yio chu kang&lt;br /&gt;will be meeting my classmates at the busstop outside my school&lt;br /&gt;which means i'll miss 4th avenue's gig at MS ROAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay i gotta leave soon&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;songoftheday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this day and age - second place victory&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/7796147-112927534264665470?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112914068909553016</id><published>2005-10-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:15:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed the train to wonderland again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hope all those things you said were just out of anger, am i so useless to you? i know what i'm doing, everysingle thing i do is wrong and you just have to keep talking about it. Why cant you fucking understand me? I'm sick and tired of going thru all these, i &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;if you really want me to go, i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i love that word&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/7796147-112914068909553016?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112914068909553016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112914068909553016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112914068909553016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112914068909553016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/10/missed-train-to-wonderland-again.html' title='missed the train to wonderland again...'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112861463356123647</id><published>2005-10-06T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:03:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new american classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tmr is my nlevel paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and after that i dont have to go to school anymore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;except for the school leaving ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gonna miss secondary school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;especially the canteen food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha, okay thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;feeling kinda tired now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;goodnight everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have fun in school haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO KENNETH YONG SWEE BOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA LIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;daphne loves derby-the longest story&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/7796147-112861463356123647?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112861463356123647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112861463356123647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112861463356123647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112861463356123647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-american-classic.html' title='new american classic'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112835448514995856</id><published>2005-10-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:48:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judgement dayyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>hellow everyone&lt;br /&gt;i got my comp repaired&lt;br /&gt;but all my songs and videos are gone&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, i can d/l them 1 by 1 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is my nlevel maths paper 1&lt;br /&gt;i really really really regretted not studying&lt;br /&gt;today was so last minute trying to catch up&lt;br /&gt;if i fail my maths&lt;br /&gt;i have no where to go&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just die&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking scared for tmrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112835448514995856?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112835448514995856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112835448514995856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112835448514995856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112835448514995856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/10/judgement-dayyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='judgement dayyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112806889246534228</id><published>2005-10-01T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:28:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellow fluffy</title><content type='html'>hellow,&lt;br /&gt;i'm at eugene's house now&lt;br /&gt;my comp is down la chee bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;i dont like his dog&lt;br /&gt;going for pantat's party soon&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;techno is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112806889246534228?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112806889246534228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112806889246534228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112806889246534228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112806889246534228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/hellow-fluffy.html' title='hellow fluffy'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112767522862242632</id><published>2005-09-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T03:07:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Face She'll Ever See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;set your mark and keep around it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thoughts that are just the opposite of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it happens everytime you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you write it off as you were all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and sing to me when you're sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and you know I'm wide awake and watching for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cause I swear when you're there alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;know that I'm wide awake tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and silence doesnt mean i dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hope is all i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my heart, you've bleed it dry&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/7796147-112767522862242632?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112767522862242632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112767522862242632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112767522862242632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112767522862242632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-face-shell-ever-see.html' title='The Last Face She&apos;ll Ever See'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112706512601918877</id><published>2005-09-18T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:47:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP ICANT SLEEP!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting from bad to worst! i've been sleeping really late on school nights for almost everyday! this really cant go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school and look as if i havent slept for years is one of the reason why i cant concentrate in class for revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, i think i'm studying at green tmr with whoever is going there, i'll try and improve my maths and science in this short period of time before the papers. And i cant believe that i've like 3 or 2 more weeks left in school, i gonna miss secondary school life although i kinda hate it, miss my classmates, the food, the nice teachers and all hahaa. okay i think i should TRY and sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song of the day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Dies Today - A Threnody of Modern Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so long and goodnight...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7796147-112706512601918877?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112706512601918877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112706512601918877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112706512601918877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112706512601918877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112694368521417427</id><published>2005-09-18T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:57:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Will Be Loved</title><content type='html'>i never dreamt of it this way&lt;br /&gt;i lost any chance for me to say&lt;br /&gt;to say that i miss you, say that i love you&lt;br /&gt;will someone please tell me i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wherever you go, i will be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever you call, i will be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes, i'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;i'm in your heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's so hard letting go&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/7796147-112694368521417427?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112694368521417427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112694368521417427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112694368521417427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112694368521417427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/she-will-be-loved.html' title='She Will Be Loved'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112677337953903301</id><published>2005-09-16T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:38:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/1600/kh21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/400/kh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so want this fucking guitarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn bored at home&lt;br /&gt;so i was just browsing around for guitars&lt;br /&gt;and i found this damn cool one&lt;br /&gt;i love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112677337953903301?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112677337953903301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112677337953903301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112677337953903301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112677337953903301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/94-hours.html' title='94 Hours'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112662611082871549</id><published>2005-09-14T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:42:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artifacts of The Black Rain</title><content type='html'>i think i should just give up on my maths and science&lt;br /&gt;i have like so little time to study and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really dont feel like going to school tmr&lt;br /&gt;it's getting real boring although it's my last year in sch&lt;br /&gt;i dont careeeeee&lt;br /&gt;had my cpa practical today&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed up the whole paper&lt;br /&gt;printing the wrong stuff&lt;br /&gt;not reading things carefully&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dumb&lt;br /&gt;i think she's right, i'm a loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112662611082871549?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112662611082871549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112662611082871549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112662611082871549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112662611082871549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/artifacts-of-black-rain.html' title='Artifacts of The Black Rain'/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112662585421486566</id><published>2005-09-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:37:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am andy's official blog template maker person. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-puffthemagicdragon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112662585421486566?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112662585421486566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112662585421486566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112662585421486566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112662585421486566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-andys-official-blog-template.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112654430034485933</id><published>2005-09-12T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:58:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who is willing and have the patience to give me maths tuition?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;out on your corner in the pouring rain&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/7796147-112654430034485933?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112654430034485933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying hard not to find the answer,&lt;br /&gt;of what you're gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;whether if we could make this last forever.&lt;br /&gt;and if you would allow me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never seems to happen&lt;br /&gt;that i'll ever find my place.&lt;br /&gt;and when i see what's up above me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd always see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see it never was that simple,&lt;br /&gt;to find who was in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;building up this feeling each time you pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;and when we get too close.&lt;br /&gt;i feel it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;yet sometimes i wish that i could just hold you&lt;br /&gt;and somehow stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never gave me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;and i never had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you only had me at "hello",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and then you would take off,&lt;br /&gt;off to all the others that you thought might the ones&lt;br /&gt;who would give you everything that you've been&lt;br /&gt;wishing for under our stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nat: I miss you very much too. 90 more days till you're back, cant wait huh? and yesyes teenage mutant ninja turtles foreverxXxXxX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, i lost my phone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112629289513767961?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112629289513767961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112629289513767961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying to find&lt;br /&gt;what's missing from my life&lt;br /&gt;now i've found it&lt;br /&gt;it was you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;those memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;of me and you still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i really miss those times&lt;br /&gt;i want them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my last words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so long and goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112619955423887727?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112542416208263597</id><published>2005-08-30T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:49:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you are happy now&lt;br /&gt;Your family just lost a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate...&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/7796147-112542416208263597?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112542416208263597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112542416208263597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112542416208263597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112542416208263597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hope-you-are-happy-now-your-family.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112533129801399332</id><published>2005-08-29T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:01:38.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've got to get better&lt;br /&gt;said, it's all in your head&lt;br /&gt;we could live through these letters or forget it altogether&lt;br /&gt;see the months they dont matter its the days i can't take&lt;br /&gt;when the hours move to minutes&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seconds away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all that we need is just a reaction&lt;br /&gt;its too much to ask for when there's no attraction anymore&lt;br /&gt;chasing our dreams is just a distraction&lt;br /&gt;i want to remember what i know...&lt;br /&gt;that i can't go back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ask the question&lt;br /&gt;come untie the knot&lt;br /&gt;say you wont care&lt;br /&gt;retrace the steps as if we forgot&lt;br /&gt;say you wont care&lt;br /&gt;you try to avoid it&lt;br /&gt;but theres not a doubt&lt;br /&gt;and theres one thing i can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;theres one thing i can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;theres one thing i can do nothing about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112515976466683396</id><published>2005-08-27T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:22:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still care although we talk to one another that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you may think that we're drifting apart, we're not&lt;br /&gt;you may think that I dont care about you, I still do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112515976466683396?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112515976466683396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could open up my heart and let her out&lt;br /&gt;and I would never have to sing her name aloud&lt;br /&gt;it was your hello that kept me hanging on every word&lt;br /&gt;and your goodbye that keeps me listening for your voice around each corner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112456487201231132?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112456487201231132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112456487201231132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112456487201231132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112456487201231132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-could-open-up-my-heart-and-let-her.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112392983129961183</id><published>2005-08-14T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:43:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so unfair&lt;br /&gt;what did we do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112392983129961183?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112392983129961183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112392983129961183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112392983129961183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112392983129961183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-so-unfair-what-did-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112290817527692327</id><published>2005-08-02T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:56:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not too late to save the remnants of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;so stop giving up our last shot at love&lt;br /&gt;our only chance to find the meaning of&lt;br /&gt;the beat beneath the blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laugh at honor and are shocked when&lt;br /&gt;we find knives in our backs&lt;br /&gt;we follow those who cheat and steal&lt;br /&gt;look in my eyes you wont find your way back&lt;br /&gt;our only compass smashed under our own heels&lt;br /&gt;reason abandoned to appetites and addicts arms&lt;br /&gt;shotguns and silence have always been the best of charms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112290817527692327?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112290817527692327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112290817527692327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112290817527692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112290817527692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-not-too-late-to-save-remnants-of.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112256454554052736</id><published>2005-07-29T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:29:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your lungs have failed and they both stopped breathing&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dead and its way past beating&lt;br /&gt;Something has gone terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, you're scared, we're scared of this&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;I never told you but its all in your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well look who's dying now&lt;br /&gt;Slit wristless sleeping with the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you were such a sucker for that&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;You never mattered anyway&lt;br /&gt;Never mattered anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment that we both ignore the truth&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel your heart against mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take a breath and close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112256454554052736?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112256454554052736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112256454554052736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112256454554052736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I seriously cant remember who went but all I know is that I got drunk and there's like so much beer there, Matt I hope you had a great time at green. We're suppose to make matthias drunk but it turn out to be us to get drunk first hahaa. I left hougang green about 3am and the next day. Avery's birthday gig at the dont know what pub in loyang. CFB,CARACAL,ARISTROTLE,SUMMER'S OVER &amp;amp; 4TH AVENUE played. All the bands were great! Especially 4th avenue, I think they're the best! hahaa. One of my friend Nicholas even moshed into the vip room's glass. Everybody was shocked cause there's a piece of glass went into his right hand, he actually pulled it out, It was really sick. His flesh is like hanging from his hand and blood's dripping down like nobody's business. Oh ya! there's drink there again! hahahaa and we left the pub for avery's place at around 1am+. We got there and slack by the pool till about 5am+ hahaaa. And I went to hougang green and met matthias and all and I reached home at around 6+. I woke up this afternoon at 4pm, stayed at home the whole day watching tv, i'm still so fuckign tired but i cant sleepp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112220952991491626?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112220952991491626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112220952991491626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112220952991491626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112220952991491626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-friday-almost-all-greeners-went.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112187684127193233</id><published>2005-07-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:36:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is getting so boring even though prelims and nlevels are coming. I was really bored in english class today, what I did was, the teacher gave a worksheets to do and it's like a comprehension or sth, I'm so darn lazy to read the passage so I just wrote what ever that comes into my mind in answer sheet. I wrote sth like, "hello, your father's gay" and on the cover page, instead of writing my own name I wrote 5 of my classmates names on it, cheap thrills.... Racial Harmony Day Carnival is this friday, I bought the coupons but I so dont feel like going but I've not been going to school for quite a few days these few weeks maybe coz I'm lazy? I don't knowww. So, Today I met up with Jeremy &amp;amp; Joshua for dinner at green and went to macs and studied for awhile, Eh I think I saw a bunch of pigs flying in the sky and they're holding a banner which says "Nestor Is Studying". Yeah! Nestor Ee Fernandez(&lt;em&gt;however you spell it&lt;/em&gt;) came down to green and study with us. Johnny,Scott,Kenneth,Cheryl came down around 7+ and we had coffee and talks at the coffee shop as usual then about 9+ we went back to macs, and I left about 10+ and I have to wait for my dumb sister to finish using the comp! Okay I'll try to sleep early tonight, coz last night I tried to sleep early but I fell asleep only at arund 2am+ I think. I have no idea what's wrong with me, sleeping only after 1am on school days and waking up at 8am and get ready and walk to school as if I'm gonan die soon. This is not good&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all, goodnight everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underoath - A boy brushed red living in black and white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112187684127193233?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112187684127193233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112187684127193233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112187684127193233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112187684127193233'/><link rel='alternate' 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see your smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112178948953791386?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112178948953791386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112178948953791386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112178948953791386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112178948953791386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-my-lungs-still-let-me-breathe-would.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112140947104069105</id><published>2005-07-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:37:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooooooooo long and goooooooodnight!&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112140947104069105?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112140947104069105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112140947104069105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112140947104069105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112140947104069105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/sooooooooo-long-and-goooooooodnight-x.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112135702737287302</id><published>2005-07-15T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T00:03:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Archers in your arches,Raise your fingers for one last salute&lt;br /&gt;And bleed this skyline dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your history is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to hold me up and bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112135702737287302?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112114678364257577</id><published>2005-07-13T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T13:39:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i get so jealous when i see other family communicate with one another so easily, that has never ever happen to me before. When i talk to my father normally, he cant hear and when i raise my voice in order to let him hear what i'm saying, He'll say i'm shouting at him. My whole family is against me, Whatever my sister do is fine with them even if she brings her bf home untill 2am+, hiding in the room and not knowing what are they doing. How i wish i could just sit down and talk to my family nicely, talk things out. That's what i did last night, but i failed. I'm blogging this cause i just wanna let it all out, if yall think i'm trying to make myself look so pity and wanting yall to come and console me, please fuck off!. Why does is it a big fuss when i dont go to school and how does it feel when your father thinks that his own son is some big gangster and he's useless and hopless, and even intend to send his son to the boys home. My fucking parents just fucking dont understand me at all, fuck everysingle on of them. why dont yall just die!? i wouldn't mind.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112114678364257577?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112114678364257577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112114678364257577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112114678364257577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112114678364257577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-get-so-jealous-when-i-see-other.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112106900486655977</id><published>2005-07-12T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:20:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you like going school so much right! then go la stupid whore. What kind of stupid mother are you, you're always on my sister's side. Everything she does is right, including her stupid fucking useless boyfriend stay at our house till 2am and they always hide inside the room. Do you know wat are they doing inside!? you know anot ah! fucking bitch, I so feel like thrashing everysingle thing in the house. Go Hougang Green coffee shop everyday means i'm a gangster la, parent's thinking are always the old fashion way. Tattoo = Gangster , Sit Down Coffee Shop = Gangster. Fuck you la bitch! Everything i do is wrong la. Why when jiejie comes home late you never say anything!? i come home at 11pm you say late! then wat time is early to you stupid whore! and you stupid dumb father. You cant hear properly so just keep your fucking mouth shut and stand one side!? everysingle one in this family is siding my sister! WHy! stupid whores. is it because she's smarter or i'm just stupid and useless infront of yall's eyes!? i had enough. one day i swear i'm gonna do something i'm not gonna let this continue. i'm already 16 i know how to take care of myself. why must you gossip with other bitches underblocks and saying "aiya you shouldn'y let your son go out so late, later he get into fight and stuff" fuck yall stupid aunties! suck my fucking cock and shut up! why are yall\s mouth so big ah!? who so stupid go create trouble and get into fight. only your children la... i'm not one of them.. i jsut fucking cant stand them anymore. So wat mom if i nvr go sch today. means i must stay at home and listen to you nag at me everysingle sec and min!? you wanna try going to sch and see how it feels not!? does it feel goood when you dont have anybody to talk to in class? how does it feel when some of the teachers are ignoring you!? try going to schh la stupid bitch.i wanna fucking give you and slap in the face and chop you into pieces know i swear. I'm gonna be dead tonight.. i smash my cuboard with my sister's hockey stick. smashed my mom's table and cupboard and my window. when my dad comes back. my mom will have a wonderful story for my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what the fuck you all may think of this entry, yall can go bitch about it everwhere you one, if it gets too far i'll fucking smash your face. go ahead and think watever you all want okay i'm sick and tired of all this think watever you want i am a uselesss son. good for nothing! go ahead bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112106900486655977?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112106900486655977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112106900486655977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112106900486655977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112106900486655977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-like-going-school-so-much-right.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112075101057963316</id><published>2005-07-08T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:43:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/1600/amz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/884/498/320/amz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afew of my best friends left for australia, the latest is zac. You stupid dumb ass, you're suppose to form with me a chinese screamo band and you just left us like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get your friggin asses back in singapore as soon as possible "Nat,Stacey,Zac" And make sure yall come back for the Hougang Green "Hell Breaks Loose" party in early december!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112075101057963316?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112075101057963316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112075101057963316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112075101057963316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112075101057963316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/afew-of-my-best-friends-left-for.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112057884370757953</id><published>2005-07-06T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:54:03.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick sick sick sick sick again...&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is terrible, just hate being sick. I wasn't intending to go to school today but i thought the english oral was today but it's on friday. I slept in almost the whole day in school. My sore throat is getting from bad to worst and my cough too, just cant stop coughing and i dont know why i'm still smoking like normal. It's not so easy to quit like what the others say aiya i dont know la. I seriously dont feel like going school tmr and i think i'll start studying next week.&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theused - let it bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112057884370757953?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112057884370757953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112057884370757953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112057884370757953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112057884370757953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-sick-sick-sick-sick-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112049077170076881</id><published>2005-07-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:26:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went skating today at dhoby after so long and went to parklane or sth, i dont know what's that place called had dinner there and the wanton mee sucks big time, $3 somemore. After that me,josh,kenneth went down green and met the rest, stayed there for like 10mins and went home. I'm still in the holiday mood, totally cant study at all and i just remembered that tmr's my nlevel english oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;funeralforafriend - end of nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112049077170076881?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112049077170076881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112049077170076881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112049077170076881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112049077170076881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-skating-today-at-dhoby-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112032612898534476</id><published>2005-07-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:42:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make your way down the face&lt;br /&gt;Of everything we know&lt;br /&gt;Go so far see other places and&lt;br /&gt;Other people I won't know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breathe in deep let it out slow&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear it's all my fault again&lt;br /&gt;I know why no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;why I'm here all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make it sound so good that&lt;br /&gt;I won't be right and I walk alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;outside my house and outside my mind&lt;br /&gt; no matter what I say I'm never right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112032612898534476?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112032612898534476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112032612898534476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112032612898534476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112032612898534476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/07/make-your-way-down-face-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-112011654940567558</id><published>2005-07-01T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:30:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you stacey for making my blogskin for me! thanks so much!!!! okay! gonna go meet scott for a coffee at green soon that's all for today and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE TEACHERS! YEAH! HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the day:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;funeralforafriend - roses for the dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-112011654940567558?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/112011654940567558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=112011654940567558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112011654940567558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/112011654940567558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-stacey-for-making-my.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111979284599776250</id><published>2005-06-27T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:34:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went for my relatives' wedding dinner, someone that i've never seen before. The food , wine and all was good ahaha, after that at around 11+ i went for zac's farewell party at punggol park, so many people was there and it was a great party hahaha. We had bike races and police and theif sessions some cards too. Me , Matthias , Justin &amp; Bryan played black jack and the loser must me 3 spoons of the super spicy leftover mee goreng haha! and i reached home at around 5.30am+. and I woke up at 3.30 the next day and i remembered zac's flight's at 5pm. so i quickly rush to the airport and reached there around 4.45 i think and i only got to see zac for like a few minutes. I will miss you la zac and please remember when you come back, we must jam with our chinese screamo band. So we all left the airport and some head to green, had dinner and i went for a haircut because school's starts tmr! okay that's all for today. i'm so tired but i wanna watch resident evil at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day&lt;br /&gt;funeralforafriend - all the rage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111979284599776250?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111979284599776250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111979284599776250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111979284599776250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111979284599776250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111952740300584872</id><published>2005-06-24T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:50:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun at sentosa yesterday, okay let me try to remember you went yesterday. me,kenneth,scott,josh,zac,russell,shaun andy,shaun chan,nicole,cheryl,mardi,hetty,jeremy,matthias,jackson,gary,joel,eugene francis,shaun adam,deryk,pantat. i think that's all.. hahaa and the joke at sentosa is, matthias tore his pants HAAHA. At around 6+ we all left sentosa and some going clubbing and some going hougang green. And yes i din go clubbing i went to hougang green with jeremy,jackson,shuan andy,zac. and at around 11+ russell and shaun andy came over to my house for a game of monopoly.. haha then at around 1+. we sneaked out of my house and went down to green and meet zac.. and went home at around 5+.. and SOMEONE is suppose to come down but that person fell asleep but nvm. that person owes me a lunch for that. thats all for today. i'm going green now. byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day-&lt;br /&gt;funeralforafriend-history&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111952740300584872?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111952740300584872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111952740300584872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111952740300584872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111952740300584872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-had-lots-of-fun-at-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111922225004512626</id><published>2005-06-20T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T07:04:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you see that my strength is failing and I cant go on this way and this heart is not beating.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesnt seem the same, and my strength is failing and I cant go on this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant go on this way....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111922225004512626?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111922225004512626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111922225004512626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111922225004512626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111922225004512626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-you-see-that-my-strength-is.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111868444465353281</id><published>2005-06-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:41:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Archers in your arches, Raise your fingers for one last salute&lt;br /&gt;I'll bleed this skyline dry,Until your history is mine&lt;br /&gt;So you want to hold me up and bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care for your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for your sweet scent,&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you want me more than I want you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111868444465353281?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111868444465353281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111868444465353281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111868444465353281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111868444465353281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/archers-in-your-arches-raise-your.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111842357589709150</id><published>2005-06-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:12:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;Street Fest Finals was great! The results are 1st. Zero Sequence, 2nd. Youthwreck &amp; 3rd. Crossbred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy Limits didn't win but they played so fucking well. Their song was about 8mins hahaa. "Laid to rest+Ruin+11th hour" all by Lamb Of God. Somehow they managed to combine these 3 songs into one and it turn out so fucking nice, and almost everyone from our clique were headbanging and moshed for awhile right infront of the stage. The judges , the crew and all were looking us but who cares! I swear that was the best tragedy limits gig ever! And, they're performing again tommorow and the day after alongside with Crossbred &amp;amp; Velvet Rose I think. So do come down and watch them. Thats all for today and the pictures will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111842357589709150?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111842357589709150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111842357589709150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111842357589709150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111842357589709150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111816306301072534</id><published>2005-06-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:51:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tragedy Limits and Crossbred got into the finals!!!! hahahaa Tragedy Limits was great! I think it's the best performance from them so far hahaaa... sadly Velvet Rose didn't get into the finals, but they played real good anyway. And i lost my voice cause i was screaming and cheering for them while they're playing.. and christopher told me alot of people was looking at me..haha i think they thought i was retarded or sth.. haha okay that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111816306301072534?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111816306301072534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111816306301072534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111816306301072534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111816306301072534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/tragedy-limits-and-crossbred-got-into.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111786685482751331</id><published>2005-06-05T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:34:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byebye stacey&lt;br /&gt;we'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;and please take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111786685482751331?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111786685482751331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111786685482751331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111786685482751331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111786685482751331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/byebye-stacey-well-miss-you-and-please.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111773418022201100</id><published>2005-06-02T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:44:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll keep this as a constant reminder of the nights I spent holding onto her&lt;br /&gt;And rest assured I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;I miss you less, with each day you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so goodbye to you and your lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111773418022201100?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111773418022201100/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111764241351827847</id><published>2005-06-01T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:13:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragedy Limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velvet Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossbred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made to the semi-finals of the street revolution competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragedy Limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played "&lt;em&gt;11th Hour" by Lamb Of God&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velvet Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played "&lt;em&gt;Overture 1928" by Dream Theater&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crossbred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; played "&lt;em&gt;Bad Horsie" by Steve Vai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111764241351827847?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111764241351827847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111764241351827847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111764241351827847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111764241351827847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/06/tragedy-limits-velvet-rose-crossbred.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111730085167689578</id><published>2005-05-28T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:22:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right. I'm tripping on words, you've got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose. And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something about you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/strong&gt; - You And Me&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/7796147-111730085167689578?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111730085167689578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111730085167689578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111730085167689578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111730085167689578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-day-is-it-and-in-what-month-this.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111712042967068426</id><published>2005-05-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:13:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll speak in riddles so you can understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen&lt;br /&gt;So in love with me like sand to wet feet&lt;br /&gt;I'll write both our names into the wet concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're glistening like silver spoons&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the summer night&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you smell the subtle hint of frost&lt;br /&gt;As the flowers start to cry&lt;br /&gt;The autumn winds are bringing graves&lt;br /&gt;To all the emerald trees&lt;br /&gt;They're so beautiful in their dismay&lt;br /&gt;The colors slowly bleed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111712042967068426?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111712042967068426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111712042967068426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111712042967068426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111712042967068426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-speak-in-riddles-so-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111660568437071733</id><published>2005-05-20T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:14:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When eyes are red, we can't talk for a while. But i have sweet nothings to say, you don't want me anyway. So why? Why should I stay? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So goodbye to you and your life. Your new best friends, your confidence, and I'll be here when you get home.&lt;/p&gt;Sitting half way, away from nowhere, praying for our lips to touch. Holding myself for a second just to catch you smile on this line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like you said it would be, it's never easy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the same about you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;FuneralForAFriend - Streetcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111660568437071733?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111660568437071733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111660568437071733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111660568437071733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111660568437071733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-eyes-are-red-we-cant-talk-for.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111600549688476958</id><published>2005-05-13T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:35:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been watching your world from afar&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;And I've been secretly falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I see, To me you're strange and you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the last thing you want comes in first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the first thing you want never comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111600549688476958?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111600549688476958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111600549688476958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111600549688476958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111600549688476958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-been-watching-your-world-from-afar.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111590209541531255</id><published>2005-05-13T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:48:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days begin and they don't end for weeks, leave me left out of anything to do with you, excuse me while I fall apart, don't flatter yourself sweetheart. Let me take the wheel and I'll crash this car, do you have to make this so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so good at pretending everything is alright, you're as welcome as cancer, but my door is always unlocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111590209541531255?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111590209541531255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111590209541531255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111590209541531255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111590209541531255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-days-begin-and-they-dont-end-for.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111582752010967567</id><published>2005-05-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:07:09.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself, to know the truth and live in fear of no man, to realize that this in itself is an ascension, toward the day we revolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My redemption lies in your demise. Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun, we'll dance as the palaces burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111582752010967567?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111582752010967567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111582752010967567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111582752010967567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111582752010967567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/paradox-of-power-and-peace-will.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111573775797820748</id><published>2005-05-11T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:23:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from scott's place, haha was supposed to be studying there but we all didn't have the mood to do it so yeahh. We're like talking and joking around most of the time hahaa, anyways tmr's my CPA exam which is the last paper! finally after 3 damn weeks! haha okay that's all for today byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;song of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Theater&lt;/strong&gt; - Overture 1928&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111573775797820748?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111573775797820748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111573775797820748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111573775797820748'/><link 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/&gt;White of your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I'm seeing without you&lt;br /&gt;Up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm bleeding without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral For A Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Escape Artist Never Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111548915003410016?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111548915003410016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111548915003410016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nature&lt;br /&gt;Far frustrating&lt;br /&gt;Need some time for recollection&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't need this fixing&lt;br /&gt;Need to be a thing to nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proceed with caution&lt;br /&gt;I pull my heart from the end&lt;br /&gt;You always took it and broke it over me&lt;br /&gt;You say that I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;How could my dream turn to despair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Turn To Despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much sorrow, no tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111539662834489501?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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middle they would meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral For A Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;-Bend your arms to look like wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111528351132617106?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111528351132617106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111528351132617106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I could only do like 1 or 2 question haha. Okay I'm gotta go cut my fucking hair and after that will be at scott's place studying. byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;song of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hand To Hand -&lt;/strong&gt; The Arson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111520616692384603?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111520616692384603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111520616692384603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111520616692384603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111520616692384603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-was-my-science-paper-and-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111513386043025558</id><published>2005-05-04T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:31:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my maths paper 1 today and I think i'm gonna fail with flying colours. Just got back from scott's, was studying for my 2 science papers tmr. okay that's all byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;song of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/strong&gt; - Hand Of Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111513386043025558?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111513386043025558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111513386043025558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111501957253010819?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111501957253010819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111501957253010819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111501957253010819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111501957253010819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-this-is-my-new-layout-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111496749909289603</id><published>2005-05-02T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:38:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;but the more I think, the less I believe it&lt;br /&gt;and the more I want you here with me&lt;br /&gt;you know the holidays are coming up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;memories of christmas time with you&lt;br /&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;we just can't seem to get it right&lt;br /&gt;but what I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;to have one more chance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111496749909289603?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111496749909289603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111496749909289603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111496749909289603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111496749909289603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-sittin-here-tryin-to-convince.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111492021736210157</id><published>2005-05-02T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:38:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm still sick...&lt;br /&gt;and it's the 5th dayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111492021736210157?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111477271687665321</id><published>2005-04-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:38:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's not good being sick&lt;br /&gt;this is the 3rd day already&lt;br /&gt;i cant take this anymoreeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please someone help me i'm dying here infront of youuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111477271687665321?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111477271687665321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm sitting here all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just trying to think of something to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trying to think of something, anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but you know it's not working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause you're all that's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;one thought of you is all it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111435433219704761?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111409407479237296</id><published>2005-04-22T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:37:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can we stay the same if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I move half the world away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we'll float off through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and hope to meet somewhere in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and the sunshine will give every story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a bright side another happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the West Coast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll never need a raincoat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dreaming's what we're doing out here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;will the stars shine the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on your side of half the world away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wish upon a moonlit sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that I will be back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someday and the night life a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;temporary yes good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll do right and I will do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;on the West Coast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you'll never need a winter coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;waiting's what I'm doing out here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;every story has an end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but I prefer to begin again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just like a book I've never read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'd prefer to begin again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111409407479237296?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111409407479237296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111409407479237296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111409407479237296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111409407479237296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-we-stay-same-if-i-move-half-world.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111374966366618720</id><published>2005-04-18T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:08:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;the sun bleeds through the skies&lt;br /&gt;and bled to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be understanding tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll understand everything tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I would scream for you&lt;br /&gt;I would bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;so you'll never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;again when you're in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would scream for you&lt;br /&gt;I would bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping to change your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping's all I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I'll wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping to change your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll wait for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111374966366618720?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111374966366618720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111374966366618720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111374966366618720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111374966366618720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/with-nothing-more-to-say-sun-bleeds.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111340272182637086</id><published>2005-04-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:32:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you walk away for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;could you hear my heart consumed behind you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you turn your back from the dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did you feel the sun burn out inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You set my wings ablaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will run from familiar arms into their embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope they love you like I did when you needed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I came to you that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111340272182637086?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111340272182637086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111340272182637086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111340272182637086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111340272182637086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-you-walk-away-for-last-time-could.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111331708784897530</id><published>2005-04-13T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:44:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111331708784897530?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111331708784897530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111331708784897530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111331708784897530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111331708784897530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/tell-me-what-you-thought-about-when.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111331563065391095</id><published>2005-04-13T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:20:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abandon the safety of mindless following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abandon what holds us captive to suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pierce the blinders, behold the path that leads us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before you let us forsake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all the things that lead us to our demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open your eyes to the divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open your eyes and see the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;destruction of innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watch it breathe its last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see the abandon the safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of mindless following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the grave, we take this oath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to leave the world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the grave take this oath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111331563065391095?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111331563065391095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111331563065391095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111331563065391095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111331563065391095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/abandon-safety-of-mindless-following.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111313928075021073</id><published>2005-04-11T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:21:20.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and all I can breathe is your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause sooner or later it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when everything's made to be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111313928075021073?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111313928075021073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111313928075021073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111313928075021073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Went monster and played a few rounds of pool and after that we head down to 3rd place for Xsjados' gig then, me,ken,josh,joel,christian,bryan,leslie,gary,shaun and russell played CS at kovan... and it was like 1am already and we went to meet nat at the playground near her house.. me,ken,josh,nigel&amp;shaun walked from kovan mrt to s.v.d.p and took a cab down to her house... we were like walking with our shirts off, so shaun went home and we finally get to see nat after so long! nat.ho and ally was there already.. but both of them left at around 5am+.. and me,nigel,josh,ken&amp;amp;nat went off at about 5.30 la... our legs are already breaking after the stupid long walk from kovan to svdp... I got home about 6+.. and from nat house we took a bus to hougang point.. and we walked home from there... and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY- I woke up at 2.30.. cause my mom woke me up for "breakfast".. after that I went to scott's house and went down to green.. and here I am.. my legs are still aching. but nvm at least we still got to see nat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no use for a name-international you day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without you, my life is incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my days are absolutely gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and so, I'll try let your heart know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i have so much more to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;every single day&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/7796147-111306271183456054?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111306271183456054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111306271183456054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll stare straight into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i won't close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;til i understand or go blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nat's back tommorow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Silhouette Clothing site will be up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://silhouetteclothing.cjb.net"&gt;http://silhouetteclothing.cjb.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111276809371443718?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111246697283187750</id><published>2005-04-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T02:40:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just got home not long ago from hougang green.. First I went monster with kenneth and met russell there, Joshua came awhile later and we played a few rounds of pool, then we went ps for dinner and head to Kenneth's and met up with Shuan Andy. Me , Shaun &amp;amp; Kenneth wanted to go Scott house and stay but he said not today so we went under scott's block and played cards. At first I went home bath and change and I didn't smoke the whole damn day so I took a stick from my dad and went down. When Kenneth wanted to take a puff the police came.. I think they're just petrolling la. Obviously I flicked the cig away and as usual our names got taken down. I know one of the police man, he screened us before at 401 while we're skating.. he has got the same name as me so I can remember. After awhile Scott and Nicole came and slack with us for awhile and all those nonsense.. It was good, talking about april fools day in school and alot more lahhh, it's was really damn funny.. Russell and Nicole left.. And me , ken and scott decided to share and buy a pack of fags.. so we went down to green and slack outside macs for awhile and went home. And so here I am, I just dont know why I cant sleep anways, it's 4 more days till Nat's back.. Time really past real fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Of the Day&lt;br /&gt;Lamb Of God - Ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge that seeking the favor of another.Means the murder of self. This is the resolution the end of all progress. The death of evolution,It bleeds all life away. Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. You will one day rise to flood the banks of the chosen. This is the art of ruin, This is the resolution, The end of all progress. The death of evolution,It bleeds all life away.I will teach you all that I have mastered. Fear,Pain,Hatred,Power. This is the art of ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111246697283187750?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111246697283187750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111246697283187750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111246697283187750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111246697283187750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-got-home-not-long-ago-from.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111210982780071878</id><published>2005-03-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:32:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look at my face you pierce with a blank stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no dream could prepare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a heart for a lifeless friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she's gone nothing will take back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but nothing will take back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can see just fine with you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there by my side as it starts to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know this can't be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stuck in a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a nightmare full of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'll miss your laugh your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111210982780071878?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111210982780071878/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111202169481564378</id><published>2005-03-29T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:54:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's days like these, that make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like I want to bleed through my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's days like these, that make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like I might as well be on my own again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I take back everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did, about loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now that you've left me on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't pretend like I don't know you're untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never meant to bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing but good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never meant to bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take it back this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll just move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take my heart, make it grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111202169481564378?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111182269374012395</id><published>2005-03-27T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:25:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cold was my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;untold was the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faced when you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a rose in the rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so I swore to the razor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that never, enchained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would your dark nails of faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be pushed through my veins again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111182269374012395?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111182269374012395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111182269374012395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111182269374012395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111182269374012395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/03/cold-was-my-soul-untold-was-pain-i.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111168696103099925</id><published>2005-03-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:58:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they say this is medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an overdose of oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a severed head as sedative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be at peace would be a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and surely un-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lift the veil, it's not medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my heart fails, time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111168696103099925?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111168696103099925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111168696103099925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111168696103099925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Funeral For A Friend - Juneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111150319143366100?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111150319143366100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111150319143366100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111150319143366100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111150319143366100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-like-everything-is-changing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111125855005078344</id><published>2005-03-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T02:55:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see all those people on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wasting timeI try to hold it all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but just for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sitting here wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the things I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that something is missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but what do I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and now it seems that I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to hear your voice out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slow it down, slow it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm choking on nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's clear in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'm screaming for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knowing nothing is better than knowing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying the slowest death...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111125855005078344?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111125855005078344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111125855005078344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111125855005078344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111125855005078344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/03/see-all-those-people-on-ground-wasting.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111108207916432857</id><published>2005-03-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:48:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just got back from green. Scott's birthday today, okay i'm blogging high and i dont really know wat i'm typing so ya. Scott mom and jon opened total 48 of bottles of carlberg i think and quite alot of them are still there coz i left early and i think they opened a few more.. okay let me try to remember who was there.. Scott,Scott's mom,Jon, Ryan, Matthias,Nicole, Hetty, Cheryl, Josh, Me,Ken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nestor, Brandon, Norman, Justin, Zac, Kevin, Jeremy, and uncle maowi.. that's all i think. i'm rather tired now so i shall go to sleep. anways fabian's party at gary's condo was great! we had to sleep at the playground,clubhouse and by the swimming pool.. rather cool ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT 18/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY FABIAN 17/03/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111108207916432857?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111108207916432857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111108207916432857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111108207916432857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111108207916432857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-got-back-from-green.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796147.post-111106270148842932</id><published>2005-03-18T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:32:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so let me take this medicine&lt;br /&gt;to quench my love for violent things&lt;br /&gt;my swan song willBe like a bullet laced in anger&lt;br /&gt;as the razor cuts a soft spot&lt;br /&gt;on your heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these bayonet scars never cease&lt;br /&gt;to blind the light shed from the beast&lt;br /&gt;and all we do is hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so follow me into the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I will bleed, the poisons dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give the secret&lt;br /&gt;my stoic face&lt;br /&gt;beaten with passion&lt;br /&gt;the phoenix will die&lt;br /&gt;inside the fire storm&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;so follow my footsteps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796147-111106270148842932?l=and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/feeds/111106270148842932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796147&amp;postID=111106270148842932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111106270148842932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796147/posts/default/111106270148842932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://and-life-goes-on.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-let-me-take-this-medicine-to-quench.html' title=''/><author><name>For every beginning there is an end</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13195526057079782743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
