<?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-4419038340497964944</id><updated>2011-08-30T21:43:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Fairytale Dream.</title><subtitle type='html'>Be my miracle.Will you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7751025195203528223</id><published>2010-12-02T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:03:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't afford to be weak now. Can't afford to be pessimistic now. Can't afford to worry about whatever that has not happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have so much things to say to you, but then it seems that it might be destined to be only said in my dreams. Never knew being just friends is so hard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7751025195203528223?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7751025195203528223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7751025195203528223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7751025195203528223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7751025195203528223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#7751025195203528223' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3617726091477639590</id><published>2010-11-23T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:39:56.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there Big Man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess today was supposed to be a good day for myself, but somehow as the hours turn late my mood has been getting more and more irritated and worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you the truth all this started because I wanted to leave Insworld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I hated it there mind you. I like the learning environment there, especially now with all the O-Level ruffians gone for good. I have friends there, and I do have good teachers there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I cannot be blamed of getting"homesick" once in a while, and recently this has been getting worse for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot shake the fact that my parents used my university savings to fund my A-Level pursuit here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The A-level certificate costs even more than my future degree itself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I were to really believe my parents' repeated assurances that they can resave the money again in the next three years( one year next year and two in the army), I would always feel very bad that all my past experiences have done is to lead them to break the piggy bank in such a spectacular manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never repay them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is one of the reasons why I want out of Insworld. Because I cannot bear the guilt of the suffering and worries I have brought my parents with such an exorbitant course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason why I want out, is that I am simply not really used to the international school community. Perhaps I have been in a cocoon of Singaporean-ness for too long, but having classmates who boast loudly about their clubbing at Zirca when they are only barely seventeen, about how they used to smoke cigarettes and weed (some still smoke, but not weed; that's illegal), and most repulsive of all, how they had seventeen female conquests within a year, and even had sex with some of them even, is too much for me to handle. There is only one more Singaporean left other than me, and it seems like the studious kind of student is hard to find in my school now. I don't necessarily like it, but I force myself to bear it. I wish I was back in RV amongst Singaporeans I knew, because culture divides are sometimes extremely unsettling and disturbing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember praying a silent prayer to you today hoping that you would allow me a chance to reenter RV next year as a J1. And I remembered thanking you with immense gratitude after you showed me that route to take: doing well in my end-of-term exams and using the results to get back into RV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However it does not mean my parents share the same sentiments as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have badly underestimated how much my mum was hurt during the four years of hell before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought I was the one with scars left on me to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my mum, it is ten times worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She bridles at every mention of my RV friends in our conversations, incessantly nags at me for trying to find chances to go back and visit my cca, and views with absolute anathema and horror my idealistic views of making a comeback in RV with me reentrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she doesn't know, comprehend or understand my motives behind that hope and that idealism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just trying to be the best son I can be to my mum while she is still around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if that sounded morbid, but trust me, if you can see this, you would have definitely heard the much more horrifying comments my mum made with regards to my future and hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, ties cannot be just cut when you say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I remember that during Monday's disciple session with Mickon I mentioned revenge and hatred against many in RV as a major motivation driving me to succeed outside. I remember her rebuking me gently that that was not the right way to do things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I read the book she gave me "How Good Is Good Enough?", and I am struck by the radical thought that perhaps for all my screaming and begging for "an eye for an eye" kind of justice from you to even the score, if you really did that everyone would suffer equally badly, including me, and I would definitely not call that justice or fairness as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to ask myself that question I have always tried to avoid: Would it hurt me to just let things go, forgive all those who hurt me, and just basically live and let live? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oddly enough, I found that I could do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how, I don't know why. I swear that I have not tried to influence myself to forgive all of them unequivocally, but somehow now when I think back on that question, whatever bloodlust or revenge on my mind is more or less gone. Perhaps gone for good, or merely hidden, waiting for that spark to ignite the burning rage again. But I am more inclined to believe the former, because it is simply so unbelievably changed beyond recognition almost overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have gotten over forgiving those who hurt me in RV, and thus technically I feel that I am ready to reenter RV if given the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my mum doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even dare tell her straight in the face the way you showed me to accomplish my wish for fear of angering and upsetting her to the point of absolute madness i.e. nonstop nagging morbid threats and the like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am stuck with just keeping this a secret from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if the plan works?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine so if the plan fails keeping quiet would only hide it forever from prying eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it succeeded, how am I supposed to explain it to my parents?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially my mum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would she take it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it be too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I too selfishly bounded to the past to want to sacrifice my present state to try and relive the past the way it should have been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just delusion, or is it really all just a part of your plan for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is really making me messed up in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet again I take comfort that I am willing to forgive past grievances and move on because I now know rightly that I walk in your light, and that you will never allow anyone to hurt me and hurt you in the process as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise I could not have decided to forgive almost overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's totally surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make this post to you partly as thanks, and partly to ask for more guidance and help from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as this year was a watershed for me to return to You, I believe it would soon be the same for my mum and my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only this time you have got to work in them. I really cannot help. Because after all, you are supposed to be superhuman, while I am only mortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So save my parents, especially my mum, and turn her heart and mind around the same way you did for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow my mum to accept my wish to return to RV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless me with good grades in my upcoming exams and a smooth application to return next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep those with foul and evil intents away from me and my family if your plan succeeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give me my happiness and contentment I should have had for four years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because after all, I think I deserve a second chance to start over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because after all the trials and tribulations my family has gone through, I believe it is time for some good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening. It really helps me to know that someone is seeing this and perhaps working on my wishes or if they are human, praying for me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I think I know what kindness and love can really be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3617726091477639590?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3617726091477639590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3617726091477639590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3617726091477639590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3617726091477639590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#3617726091477639590' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4478248779383523982</id><published>2010-11-21T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:15:14.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Big Man:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good sunday for quite a long time. Finished all my work, gotten some good rest, and went out with my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really have anything much to say today, just bless my week ahead to be smooth sailing, and as usual, look over my family and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your honourable name, amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4478248779383523982?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4478248779383523982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4478248779383523982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4478248779383523982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4478248779383523982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4478248779383523982' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1299863980600130271</id><published>2010-11-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:53:48.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear Big Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's my first time documenting my prayers down here on this blog, so I do hope you'll forgive me if some stuff here is inappropriate. It feels good to be able to document down my thoughts with some level of coherency, and I thank you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's been a tumultuous journey for me in coming back to you. So many things have happened. So many things are still happening now. And sometimes I can really feel lost, and many a time I find myself in conflict with myself over certain issues close to heart, knowing that the rational side of me wants to see things through you, and my emotional irrational side wants me to see things my way only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One of the latest issue is about me asking Yiling to the Christmas bash. Back last week I called her up on an impulse to try and invite her to go, and to my surprise you made it a success. I could have been immensely grateful for that, but several things afterwards made me doubt my wiseness in pursuing such a chain of events to happen. I just found out that she has a church of her own already, and then when I obliquely mentioned that to some of my friends one of them poured cold water down on me pretty hard, as if I should never have done that or that she disapproved of that. Then when I told Yiling that I would confirm the timing with her as soon as possible today, she did a 180- turn and said she might not be able to make it after all. Her reason was that she might be hanging out with her family, but I have to wonder if that is really the truth, or is it only but a convenient truth to cover up a much uglier truth that she does not want me to know? And now come to think of it, I find myself wondering my purpose to invite her to the bash: is it really because I want to introduce her to my friends and help her in her rediscovery of you, or is it for a more selfish reason of me wanting to spend time with her after leaving RV for a year now? I always had this low self-confidence when it comes to girls, because I always thought that I was jinxed when it came to such rite-of-passage things like relationships. Come to think of it, perhaps it is only me having feelings for Yiling, and that she simply is not prepared to reciprocate it or even wants to accept it, only that she is too nice a person to tell it to me. I know she has many friends who disapprove of me simply because I have a bad reputation for having a bad temper, irrationality, combative, opinionated, or generally a scary person to be avoided by everyone. But I wish for her and everyone to know that under everything I am no different than anybody else. I just crave for someone to love and receive love from, and I don't mean from parents or siblings. I always felt that I had something to prove to myself and others, that I could compete with them in anything and do well in my life, get good results, have friends, get a girl, and basically things that define a successful all-rounded teenager. But it seems like nobody can really understand that. I don't know if I should press on and try to invite her to the bash, because although I feel immensely guilty that i might have personal selfish reasons to invite her, I don't know if it is wrong for me to ask for a little love from humans and be able to show love to them in a way different from how we do it for our parents and normal friends. I feel guilty also of potentially putting pressure on Yiling by the simple fact that she knows I like her more than just a friend, and yet she does not or cannot reciprocate it and can only put up with my "heavy crush/love" until it goes away a long time later, if it will ever go away at all. I know my reputation, and although I wish I could be closer with her, I always have to fear bringing ridicule and unkind comments to her by simply associating with her. It's a self-confidence thing I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to also pray and ask for advice from you with regards to my family. As you know, my family does not really believe in religion. My mother does not want to immerse herself in religious things and applies that to me as well. My dad believes in karma i.e. "you reap what you sow". Perhaps its because he grew up by his own effort alone and brought up my mum and I with his honest efforts and prudent savings. I have to thank my parents for providing me with the childhood that many people would see as pampered and perfect, to the point that some people can be insensitive enough to label me as a spoilt kid. I have only recently decided to take the plunge and return to you after my long journey in the world on my own, and I am afraid of bringing this up with my parents, as I know they will definitely not take it nicely at all. However last year my mum got diagnosed with first stage B.C., and is now in her second year of remission. I can sense that she needs something to help her in life more than just stark reality. Its heartbreaking for me to hear her tell me that "My only wish now is to see you wear the square mortarboard when you graduate from university before I die sooner or later", especially when it has been a particularly chaotic year for me in terms of my studies. Last week she asked me about the church Christmas bash, and even said that she might want to drop by and look. I don't know if it is you acting on her, but if it really is you, I really pray hope you give me courage to be able to tell my parents my choice to follow you once again, as well as give my mother hope that she can survive for another twenty years at least, to see me graduate, and in the process get to know you as being more than a religion to believe blindly in, and ultimately join you in the kingdom of heaven that is so vaunted about by us mortals. And of course, please bless my father with good health, good business, steady savings, a healthy old age (he's getting old recently, I can tell), and give him spiritual support to help him continue to be the pillar in my family at least until I am old enough to take over and allow him to take the rest he so deserves for his whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still have a million questions to ask you. i admit I don't see myself believing every word you say in the Bible ( I still think whoever wrote them in the Vatican could have potentially corrupted them for their own benefits), I don't believe you created me and everything in the universe, and I certainly don't believe in your supposed-justice for people who have wronged me and should be made to pay dearly. But I can thank you for the grace you showed me for my seventeen years of my life thus far, to let me try to forge my way in the world without your help, and still have the grace to accept a wayward son of yours home and give him hope in life once more. You might not have created me physically, but I believe you created my soul and spirit. And I thank you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I pray for my fellow churchmates: Mickon, for being the ever-suffering cell group leader who had to endure a year of prayers to see my return to your path; Ruth, for showing me what real friendship is, and standing by me through thick and thin; all my fellow cell group mates who have also suffered long at my unending tirades and arguments against your word and beliefs, and for Pastor Daniel, who had to go through double deaths last week. There is one particular favour I ask of you to grant with regards to church. It's the issue of Ian. I guess you might already have known the whole series of incidents between me and him last time. I still don't really like him, but I hope you can resolve the differences I have between him and me. You gave me a second chance. I hope you give me courage and understanding to give him a second chance too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In your holy name, I thank you for listening to my thoughts, trouble and wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AM.&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/4419038340497964944-1299863980600130271?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1299863980600130271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1299863980600130271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1299863980600130271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1299863980600130271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1299863980600130271' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5438964690527520039</id><published>2010-05-16T17:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:22:50.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Have a thousand things on my mind to say. Just that somehow I cannot seem to organise them in a coherent manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I always believed silence is not a period of awkwardness, but a period of peace."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;"It only occurs when you're with a person that you are really close and comfortable with though. somehow you try to force a topic out of your mouth when its someone not that close so that time passes more quickly and the person will have to leave soon or something. Silence is my personal measurement of whether a person is really close to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that comment on one of my friend's Facebook comments on her sister's status, my heart fell pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;Would that mean that because I sms you almost every night to ask you how was your day, or ask if you had a lot of work to do, means that I really actually don't have anything in common to speak to you about and thus I am considered not close to you? Even if I did all that because I actually cared about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best not to be discouraged or angry that you said that, even if it was not meant to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not be in RV now, but then I won't let where I am from you in real life affect anything that might happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a convo with you recently on FB Chat.&lt;br /&gt;You said that because you didn't show your true side to anyone (or the bad side whatever it is) you felt that nobody except maybe your sister or family people will truly understand you and thus no guy will "know you more than you know yourself" and thus you are not ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;But then you say that you do that (hide most of your true character) just so to let people have a good impression of you and then you have friends.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, I actually felt very bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;I mean no matter how bad your bad side is in reality, do you really have to go to the point of concealing your bad side from others just so because you care about what they think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about living for others' views and opinions about you, and frankly I feel that in today's world such opinions are way overrated in their importance in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how bad your bad side is, even if you say that "since you never saw it before you can say that very easily".&lt;br /&gt;We love people for who they are in reality, not some mask that they present because they care about their "face value" or something.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't mean to be harsh about this to you, but really because I care, that's why I don't want you to really be what you told me, someone "who hides 65 percent of herself from others because she thinks its bad for her image in others' eyes".&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if your friends were true friends they would not be your friends just because they don't like your bad side! If that were the case then given my case why do I still have friends like you, Zhiliang, LeeHui and some other people in RV still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that because you don't allow others to really see the true person you are that's why you cannot accept anyone special in your life right now, I can safely tell you that one day you will meet that person that will get you to open up your life to.&lt;br /&gt;If somebody is willing to actually decide that you are the person that he wants to share his life with, surely it should be easy on your part to even open up a little bit as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is more than just living for others. It's about living for yourself and being who you truly are, and not necessarily letting others shackle your true character to their definition of how their friend should be. Because such people are not worthy to be your friends if they don't accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there is any guy that can get you to open up your life and character, if there is any guy who can be the person you can rely on in the present and in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it upon myself to be that guy to you. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry am pretty screwed up these few days.&lt;br /&gt;But then I cannot afford to keep all this thoughts bottled up in me, and if I put all this up on Facebook I will unleash a hell of a ruckus that will get both me and the person I am talking about in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to read this post, I'm very sorry if I was overly blunt in my writings.&lt;br /&gt;That's one of my weak points.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't conceal that bluntness because others think it is unsuitable or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes we need that bluntness from others to make us really think and change.&lt;br /&gt;And really, you deserve better, and you can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will visit back at school when I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me till then.&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/4419038340497964944-5438964690527520039?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5438964690527520039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5438964690527520039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5438964690527520039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5438964690527520039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5438964690527520039' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5660683245370000112</id><published>2010-05-06T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:46:46.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post to keep this place updated some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw you at JP interchange ysterday.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see that you are doing well in JJC.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like you have a lot more friends and talk much more.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't regret falling in love with you four years back.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't regret letting you go last year.&lt;br /&gt;Because we both have our lives to lead,&lt;br /&gt;and I have found someone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you share the same fate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5660683245370000112?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5660683245370000112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5660683245370000112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5660683245370000112'/><link rel='self' 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and stake everything on this one last gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for someone who thought he never knew fear before.&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/4419038340497964944-3958943460225879372?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3958943460225879372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3958943460225879372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3958943460225879372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3958943460225879372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3958943460225879372' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-799915338412254885</id><published>2010-04-27T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:46:08.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a really bad day somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Migraine is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to the weather turning hot and cold at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the variations in my future that I somehow can never successfully control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish I never grew up to the age where I had to make my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Its so much easier to allow someone who supposedly is all-knowing to decide your future and fate.&lt;br /&gt;At least if something screws up, you have someone else to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now?&lt;br /&gt;I make the decisions.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time I feel so drained from considering all my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got screwed by Ms Ek very badly before she left RV abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I sorted things out when I left for MDIS.&lt;br /&gt;Then got screwed (ok nearly got screwed) and screwed people back a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;And now I am out in the wind to dry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get the feeling that I am left behind by my peers my age.&lt;br /&gt;Like when you all graduate with A Levels, I might still be studying for God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Then what happens? I get looked down upon as a failure.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate entertaining that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that amongst all the 3/4H photos taken, I appear in at most one or two of them.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I am missing.&lt;br /&gt;Would that prove that my last two years were a total waste?&lt;br /&gt;Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people supposedly care and feel concerned for me as a former classmate or friend.&lt;br /&gt;But most of them are from 1/2K eras.&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I am grateful to those people, I still feel regret and pain regarding my 3/4H class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leaders, regardless of how bad they are, are God-appointed, so no matter what they will always be leaders, and no matter what you have to respect them and not challenge them."&lt;br /&gt;That was what my pastor said.&lt;br /&gt;So would that mean that Yuhao was God-appointed?&lt;br /&gt;And does that mean I am destined only to listen to others and not be the one on top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, does that mean that those two years of my challenge was utterly wasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened, I chose to let bygones be bygones. Not necessarily because I truthfully felt that I wanted to let things go, but because I knew I had no choice but to do so.&lt;br /&gt;And now I finally realise that nothing I do now will ever make you people in 4H forgive me and accept me as your own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;At least not the acceptance of those who really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in me makes me feel wistful about all of you, even after how I hated all of you in 4H last year.&lt;br /&gt;Like how all your lives are still so successful in RV, while I take a different winding path that is so hard to walk.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can turn back time and allow you all to forgive me now.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so lost now.&lt;br /&gt;And who is to give me that advice  that I so badly need now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-799915338412254885?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/799915338412254885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=799915338412254885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/799915338412254885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/799915338412254885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#799915338412254885' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1230295901398167831</id><published>2010-04-18T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:23:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world will never be enough, but then its the best place to start for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you as always I do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how are you doing in JJC now.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we two lost contact entirely.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for the better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one question that always burned in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we were in the same school during secondary times, could things have turned out differently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there isn't any answer that I will ever find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1230295901398167831?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1230295901398167831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1230295901398167831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1230295901398167831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1230295901398167831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1230295901398167831' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3633104412243688558</id><published>2010-04-04T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:55:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight and Regret are partners in crime.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;School's ok actually for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just surprised by the sheer rampancy of cheating in tests and how almost anyone and everyone can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Including like at least ten people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the class chairperson, yet i keep my mouth shut and didn't give them in to the teachers and lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm incorruptible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of one of them who happens to be my friend as well (ok not close friend but well on talking terms clearly) ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its better to cheat and get 80 marks rather than mug hard and yet get a 50 or 60 marks. After all, who never cheated before in their life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHEATING IS THE SMART WAY TO GET SMART."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to believe that?&lt;br /&gt;All the years I've been in elite schools and relatively sheltered from seeing the world and the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;So is it a surprise that I am taken extremely by surprise and shock by this state of mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And ironically, now somehow I miss RV even more.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah dude, you aren't hearing the wrong thing. I haven't gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years of ranting about hating RV and getting trashed in school by bullies and hypocrites, I leave by a choice of fate and now barely 4 months and I'm getting school-sick, if there was ever such a term.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could come back.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all that I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;Because now I finally realise that whatever I went through in here was nothing compared to the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it takes someone to lose something before learning to appreciate and cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;Same for me and RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the chance, I would love to come back and be with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be a little kid anymore and act like a brat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I won't take offence to every little joke or sarcasm directed at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to accept my mistakes and work truthfully on them to change myself for my own good rather than for suiting others around me like I always thought.&lt;br /&gt;I'll laugh off all the insults said my way by the same hypocrites that I hated the most.&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to forgive the person who hurt me the most during my last days in RV and let old secrets lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now I finally know,&lt;br /&gt;People do this because they care about you and respect your existence.&lt;br /&gt;And the same applies to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when?&lt;br /&gt;Oh when will I get the chance to come back to this sweet blessed school again?&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/4419038340497964944-3633104412243688558?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3633104412243688558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6596694538761361524</id><published>2010-03-21T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:31:51.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How painful is it to walk past someone whom you knew for so long, only to realise that when you two parted ways, she acted like she never knew you, a stranger at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then again, how can you feel nothing when you know the person that you care for so much is living your exact same dream in reality, and yet you cannot be with her sharing the same dream as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6596694538761361524?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6596694538761361524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6596694538761361524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6596694538761361524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6596694538761361524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6596694538761361524' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7044489470913369342</id><published>2010-02-04T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:35:04.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well sometimes you realise that after you really are leaving, some people that you thought cared for you and you cared for them, well, they're not as they seem all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I was wrong to trust you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tell me I am wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Or perhaps both of us are wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah I know I am quite emo now about posting on blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well sometimes you gotta clean up some dust here and there right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Neglected tagboard's been removed. Not like you all will utilise it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I know I may not have the time in my favour, but trust me, I will not give up on winning your heart so long as I still love you. I'm sorry for inadvertently causing you worry and anxiety the past year about my attitude to you. Lols hell I will try not to stare at you already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Memories drift like snowflakes in a cold winter wind, but in my heart you will always be the junior I love. Hell with anyone who tries to ridicule me about such things, I will never give up on you wherever I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because love conquers all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy early Valentines' Day, junior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7044489470913369342?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7044489470913369342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7044489470913369342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7044489470913369342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7044489470913369342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7044489470913369342' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4827955267056371229</id><published>2009-11-26T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:39:07.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to have luck finding any work.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to last till what? End February AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol so here I am stuck at home almost everyday except for weekends when I go out with family or go out with Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;Using the computer no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm bored as it is.&lt;br /&gt;But of course this long period of time also allows me to have a fresh start in the future.&lt;br /&gt;In case any of you laggies haven't realised,&lt;br /&gt;my name is not on the Year 5 SubCom list.&lt;br /&gt;And nope I'm not retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;Or almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oddly, it is somewhat comforting that Ruth is leaving RV for poly as well as me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it, but well just maybe having a good friend leaving allows me to be more secure and not worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'll miss some people.&lt;br /&gt;All my choir friends.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiliang.&lt;br /&gt;YiJin,&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting her a farewell gift to give her during choir.&lt;br /&gt;Does Heffalump sound like a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah I will miss her the most when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Back to Facebook now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol update in a week's time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4827955267056371229?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4827955267056371229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4827955267056371229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4827955267056371229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4827955267056371229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4827955267056371229' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-691193925292503016</id><published>2009-10-31T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:12:41.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol last day of school passed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I haven't posted in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't see the point of me going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So I got stuck at home reading new books and Facebook-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be my last year here in RV.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not that I have especially close ties with the school and the people I've been with for these 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;But still there are still some people that I have my heartfelt thanks to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, ZhiLiang.&lt;br /&gt;For being such a close friend and confidant for all these 4 years unwaveringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;For being my counsel of reason, telling me all the time that the best way to heal wounds is to forgive others even if you feel groosly shortchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Shereen.&lt;br /&gt;For being my weather vane in terms of allowing me to know how the class reacts to me and being my second counsel in reason. "Let his worst side bring out the best in you." Yeah thanks for that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, all my choir CCA mates, especially Jiarong, Weiping, Cherie, Keng Hwee, YuQi, Calvin Goh, Amanda, JunJie, GuangJie and Yiling for giving me such fond memories of my times in choir. Although I harboured thoughts of leaving choir before, but now I feel so lucky I didn't, because that allowed me t share priceless memories that are my happiest in RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I just want to apologise to Farrah my long-suffering chairperson in 4H, especially for what I screamed in your face during last Friday. I know you suffer a lot of responsibility and protocol whenever something busts up between me and the class, and I am very sorry that I gave you so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you were right with your reasoning last Friday: Just because Japan bombed Pearl Harbour and conquered SouthEast Asia does not mean that it is justified for all the countries conquered to drop an atomic bomb or two like the Americans did as a sign of revenge. Haha for once you won me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherish those memories, good or bad. They mark out your path that you took when you grew up and became a young adult. Learn from the bad memories and haunting pasts, for they tell you what works and what doesn't. Laugh and smile at the good memories, for remember that even in your darkest times they still bought that little bit of light into your life, and sometimes its that little bit of light that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if fate would have it we all can see each other again if I leave this school.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me as the classmate who was an ardent confidant and supporter of his friends, the guy who perhaps talked a little too straight and hard, but above all, a person that existed not as a perfect person, but strove to become one with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Going off to church with Ruth again.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time, God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-691193925292503016?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/691193925292503016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=691193925292503016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/691193925292503016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/691193925292503016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#691193925292503016' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6871931207263141918</id><published>2009-10-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:54:06.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so cold-blooded now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I think I will really go berserk on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Blood may be spilled.&lt;br /&gt;Please someone stop me from doing what I am thinking of doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6871931207263141918?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6871931207263141918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6871931207263141918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6871931207263141918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6871931207263141918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6871931207263141918' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7181437672800211401</id><published>2009-10-09T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:19:48.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Soldiers</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to have neglected this blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess when you grow older such things just lose their shine already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels' in a few weeks, so just wanna wish En Chyee good luck and JIAYOU!! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes we're just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been the person on my mind recently.&lt;br /&gt;Always thought of seeing you in school every day.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember me telling Ruth that the mere sight of your face is enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha guess that's true all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait till choir starts up again after eoys.&lt;br /&gt;Since that's my only real chance of seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I feel like I have a thousand words to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since what happened last year (I don't think you readers need any reminders),&lt;br /&gt;I never dared to profess myself to a girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this may change...&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll think of you, and remember your cute little face with that goggly white glasses and bright smile as my biggest comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Guess this will do for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ruth, YOU STILL OWE ME A LUNCH DATE TO IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&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/4419038340497964944-7181437672800211401?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7181437672800211401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7181437672800211401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7181437672800211401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7181437672800211401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7181437672800211401' title='Night Soldiers'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-2429613782431737417</id><published>2009-09-14T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:05:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry but haven't been posting in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are coming.&lt;br /&gt;Mugging fever again.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I mugged this hard was when I was in P6 for PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha 4 years after, I am doing the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps sometimes it isn't too late to realise that some things are just not fated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've come to realise that we two are more friends than lovers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we have grown apart over these four years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps all these could have been changed at the beginning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But none of these matter now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because finally I realise that it is better that we are friends only and nothing else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody once said that "If you love somebody truly, let her go when you have to. Because if it was meat to be, she will return. If I wasn't fated, then nothing ever existed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I finally understand what that person meant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps our relationship may flower again some time in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as for now, I'm willing to let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps you would want it too, since you told me that you didn't want me to waste my youth waiting for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took your advice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2429613782431737417?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2429613782431737417/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3576410416996381504</id><published>2009-07-15T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:30:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if these years hav been or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday we will know.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, do you know how badly I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;Every night I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J-OmdoU3Gbg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafia Wars still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;But Texas Poker is giving it a run for its money too haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we can go to the same school together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said that you wanted to take psychology in polytechinc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngee Ann seems like a good idea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope to see you there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one more thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8263227803691004204?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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us together.&lt;br /&gt;And very soon I fell or you.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember we agreed to stay single till JC or university.&lt;br /&gt;Only then would we start dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently you have been giving me a lot of mixed signals.&lt;br /&gt;We are still friends no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But then, you keep hinting that I should get a girlfriend soon&lt;br /&gt;Even commented that I should spend my teenage years waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;For four years I loved you, and you only.&lt;br /&gt;And yet now I get the feeling that all this while I have been blind to the fact that this may be a one-sided affair.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel this way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be with you and love you,&lt;br /&gt;but has our fates really run its course and that we can only part as friends?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more than a friend to you.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's hard.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to end it all after four years.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a mindless lovesick rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Devious K.&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/4419038340497964944-8444651894590117182?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8444651894590117182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8444651894590117182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8444651894590117182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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document.&lt;br /&gt;Then my handphone keys started going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Facebook Mafia Wars REFUSES to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir camp was a bit of a letdown.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that after every year, everything gets worse somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, last year was a bit washed out.&lt;br /&gt;But this year, it's a failure.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to pour cold water over my juniors whom have put in 100% of their time and effort in organising this camp.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, last night I came back home disgruntled, tired for nothing and very dishevelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5043402837773961639?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4876749158158769076</id><published>2009-06-03T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:10:23.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Found this song by Rascal Flatts recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Called I'm Moving On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps it is especially poignant for me at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For an entirely different reason I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And right now, only you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's especially hard to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But then, who doesn't have his or her dignity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"I'm Moving On" (Rascal Flatts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally content with a past I regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For once I'm at peace with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've lived in this place and I know all the faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Each one is different but they're always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;They'll never allow me to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When all you can see are the years passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I have made up my mind that those days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stopped to fill up on my way out of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had to lose everything to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1bxlDAjGCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1bxlDAjGCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4876749158158769076?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8649866616898426433</id><published>2009-05-22T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:42:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say the goodbye I've always withheld.</title><content type='html'>Been reading people's blogs lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some posts intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;In a spooky and unsettling kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'd never expected such a post from that person before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess I'll say more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a relatively new song from Rascal Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;Called Here Comes Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauntingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amupt1he1LY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Amupt1he1LY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8649866616898426433?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8649866616898426433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8649866616898426433' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Demons.</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Angels and Demons earlier this week on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And it was one of the best films I've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks was great.&lt;br /&gt;And so was Ewan McGregor the carmelengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blogskin today.&lt;br /&gt;Finally figured how the hell does skins work.&lt;br /&gt;Still tinkering about the skin though...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe changing it to something else soon...&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood and the response...&lt;br /&gt;Though I daresay that some of you would say this skin is too girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/ShVBcauae_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TKyQ-vPO9uM/s1600-h/angelsanddemons_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338244889783729138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/ShVBcauae_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TKyQ-vPO9uM/s320/angelsanddemons_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Ewan McGregor as the carmelengo.&lt;br /&gt;Funny to have a priest dressed in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1271704672361567406?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1271704672361567406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1271704672361567406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1271704672361567406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Lol... haven't been updating for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Just popped back here to clear some dust from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;seems quite old le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm losing interest in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Redundant in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy this blog and save my posts that you all like soon, 'cos one day they will be all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June Hols coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of catching up in schoolwork to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cross-country I'm running competitive.&lt;br /&gt;They say drinking coffee before running will boost stamina and energy.&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see on x-country day then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish to ask you out someday during the hols for lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And will you be able to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1036636975937926750?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1036636975937926750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1036636975937926750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1036636975937926750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1036636975937926750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1036636975937926750' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7767817306009664739</id><published>2009-04-12T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:43:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till All Comes To Pass.</title><content type='html'>I'm not an emo person.&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm being random here, since I am a bit loopy headed from sleeping at 10.30pm yesterday night when I woke up at 6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that's freaking early to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But well... I ain't nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to make a new blog for my picture archive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7767817306009664739?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7767817306009664739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7767817306009664739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7767817306009664739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7767817306009664739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7767817306009664739' title='Till All Comes To Pass.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8693881381162508104</id><published>2009-04-09T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:45:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminscing about a past flame only hurts the heart even more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Long day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather I can never sleep later than 10.30 pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Else I'll get the worst migraines I can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah I know 10.30 is FREAKING early...&lt;br /&gt;but well, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I can't turn nocturnal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En Chyee, take care of yourself ah! Everytime skip recess don't eat, not good for your health! Heard that you came down with a fever today from Valerie. Seriously, you should rest more and eat more. Don't push yourself too hard. Else I see already also very xin1 tong4...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GET WELL SOON DEVIOUS K!&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/4419038340497964944-8693881381162508104?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8693881381162508104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8693881381162508104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8693881381162508104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8693881381162508104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#8693881381162508104' title='Reminscing about a past flame only hurts the heart even more.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-2562132711588654976</id><published>2009-04-07T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:27:58.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum of Solace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Been listening to Quantum of Solace soundtracks non-stop all day, except when having lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Suddenly I find many hidden feelings and thoughts coming up again after listening to the soundtracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Odd, but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thinking of getting a new coat soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MAybe a black one as usual but with a blazer-like gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;saw this damn snappy jacket at G2000, but it costs a freaking bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BUT SO NICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't seen you online for quite a while. I don't know why. You blocked me? I trust you didn't. But I really miss talking to you as we have done last time. really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could talk to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, you never replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2562132711588654976?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2562132711588654976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=2562132711588654976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2562132711588654976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2562132711588654976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2562132711588654976' title='Quantum of Solace.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4323849692687366612</id><published>2009-04-06T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:13:52.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time didn't post.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that my blog is the most widely-read blog in RV Yr 4s...&lt;br /&gt;Like I believe like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Quantum of Solace soundtracks yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies still can lah.&lt;br /&gt;At least being busy with studies keeps me from reminscing too much about the past.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet not all of the past was bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trouble is how to sift the good out from the bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4323849692687366612?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4323849692687366612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4323849692687366612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4323849692687366612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4323849692687366612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4323849692687366612' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3722565630557394801</id><published>2009-03-31T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:35:30.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"True love isn't all about expecting the other party to give you her love fully and unconditionally all the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about you expecting yourself to love the other party fully and unconditionally, regardless of whatever may happen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"The person who is the roughest on the surface is more often than not the most soft and sentimental deep inside. He is just so rough on the surface because he takes everything the world gives him and never makes a sound."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"So long as you are happy, I can always force myself to forget about you, swallow my tears and smile for you. Because I owe you too much as a friend. And you're a special friend at that. I wish you would give me more chances to atone my sins against you in the past for hurting you so much, but would you be willing to give me those chances? I don't mind being sad and heartbroken, so long as you are happy and content with yout other person in your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;" I guess that everyone has a secret corner in their hearts, and that only the people they cherish the most can see it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forgive her. Forgive yourself." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3722565630557394801?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3722565630557394801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3722565630557394801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3722565630557394801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3722565630557394801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3722565630557394801' title='The World At Night'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-504509843833029652</id><published>2009-03-25T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:09:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna miss a thing.</title><content type='html'>"Loving someone is not as hard as missing the person you love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying this past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;Past visions and faces have flooded into my subconscious mind, old friends' faces floating past me, all smiling at me, all looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we would always run down for recess and get to be the first in the queue.&lt;br /&gt;Like how we would mindlessly talk about which singer we listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Joking about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, a thousand times over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, a thousand times over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you specially, a thousand times I'll write your name and whisper it every night in my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-504509843833029652?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/504509843833029652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=504509843833029652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/504509843833029652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/504509843833029652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#504509843833029652' title='I don&apos;t wanna miss a thing.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1518662376458665112</id><published>2009-03-24T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:20:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. What disappoints you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Having so many things to do and say, and yet not being to find a true friend to share the joys with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EEE... yer... actually I got three places... nono make that four... Russia (and I'm anti communist, what an irony), New Zealand, New York(TIMES SQUARE!!! :DDDDDDDDDD) and Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. What’s the most romantic thing you would like to do with the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sail out to sea on my own cruise yacht, or just simply sitting at home on a rainy day cuddled up in each others' lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you're a moneypenny, yes. But for me... half yes half no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I can reverse time and cherish the people I love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obviously and sadly, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Family, friends (if I have any), and most of all, the persons I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save it for university. YEAH I KNOW THAT'S SO TEXTBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got a lot of dreams. Maybe I'll become a pilot in the air force or SIA, or work in the Foreign Affairs Ministry as a diplomat, or a captain of a cruise liner or oil tanker sailing the seven seas as a free soul. Anything that's high-paying and exciting. Or maybe even a history teacher in MOE ( HAHA I'd love to see myself back in RV teaching history alongsides Mr Desmond Lim) . Then maybe woo the girl I've always held a light to for 4 years already, marry her, then settle down in a seaside terrace house. I'd love to have two kids, one boy one girl. And if I can, I want to spend more time with my family and my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. Do you know who is super junior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To see the people I cherish and love, to spend a whole afternoon quietly reading at the library, going to some posh restaurant to have dinner, standing on the balcony on a clear sharlit night watching the heavens, listening to sad love songs and reminiscing past events and people whom I still think about every day. Hanging out with close friends who know me and trust me, knowing that I have some positive impact on others in school or around me, having confidence in my own potential...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basically it's the small things in life that are the most precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, mavericks who are just plain dumb smart-alecks, backstabbers, clique kings and queens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;Out of uni, happily married. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My soulmate, my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. Do you believe in Life after Death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm an atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. Missing question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. Which cartoon character you like most?&lt;br /&gt;TOM AND JERRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. Are you courageous enough to go and tell the person that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I see the right opportunity, and she is a good friend of mine, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. Who do you always bully?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Erms... I'm the one getting bullied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. If you could have a superpower,what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Be a guardian angel to the people that I love and care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1518662376458665112?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1518662376458665112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1518662376458665112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1518662376458665112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1518662376458665112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1518662376458665112' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7307776727817586743</id><published>2009-03-24T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:29:19.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are my nobody, that's why I don't treat you like a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You're only an acquaintance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps that was really what you truly felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just that you didn't admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought that I could trust some people to be my friend or confidant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I am right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I am wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But more often that not, I find it hard to distinguish between right and wrong choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know how much I envy you in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How much I want to just pluck up the courage and go to you and your friends and join in, just to reassure myself that I'm still in this class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got a million things I could say to a friend who could listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yet I find it so hard to find one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You were one person I wanted to find a confidant in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes you were one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And yet sometimes, you and I act more like we never knew each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it because of past events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm really sorry if I have been too cold and detached from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I feel really bad to treat you like a common person whom I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then, what holds me back isn't you, but my fear of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How they would roll their eyes to me, make cold snideful inside remarks and even stage mass walkouts on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't change their stereotypical mindset towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But how am I to know if you haven't become them too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With every day that passes, I get the feeling that you are drifting away from me more and more, and that you want it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No wonder you said that I'm a nobody to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I tried my best in all that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just need some reassurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I'm on the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I just need to hold on longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that I will always have friends to rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And above all, I wish that those words will come from someone in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone whom I know I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really wish so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"What hurts the most, is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and having so much to say, yet watching you walk away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4419038340497964944-7307776727817586743?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-9110775041005951661</id><published>2009-03-24T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:16:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In case you people are dumb enough not to know, my msn message last night was meant for you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST I MAKE IT VERY CLEAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND NOT DEAL IN SOME BACKHAND POLITICS IN CLASS THE WAY YOU ALL DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And thanks, Sonjia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's Norine not Noreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My fault for that error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And if you all are not happy with what I write, I HEREBY WELCOME YOU TO LODGE A MASS REPORT TO THE TEACHERS. IN FACT, I'M EXPECTING IT. SO DON'T DISAPPOINT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-9110775041005951661?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9110775041005951661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=9110775041005951661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/9110775041005951661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/9110775041005951661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#9110775041005951661' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1590323020354776319</id><published>2009-03-23T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:36:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am a bit emo and angry and sad today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And tired too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to Semakau today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trip was fine overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wore my sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But seriously, I really don't know why, but I always seem to get ostracised by the class for no goddamn reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I was in the bus and sat behind, everyone ran to the front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I sat in front, everyone ran behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I was on the boat, nobody wanted to sit with me when I sat near the window, and Claudia had to be half-coerced to sit beside me as a buffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Everyone tries to avoid me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When we returned on the boat, everyone didn't want to sit on the bench I was occupying even though they all knew there weren't enough seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Only Alfreda was kind-hearted enough to tell you people off for ostracising me and offered to sit beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am not loud anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I keep silent most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I listen more than I speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My temper rarely flares up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never do anything to provoke you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BUT WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL OSTRACISING ME?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HELL MAN WE ARE STILL A CLASS. AS MUCH A LONER I AM, I STILL WANT A PART IN THIS CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BUT I DON'T GET IT. PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;RECESS, EVERYONE SHUNS ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ON THE BUS, EVERYONE SHUNS ME AND GRUMBLES WHEN I TAKE THEIR PERCEIVED "BEST SEATS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SAME ON THE BOAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SAME EVERYWHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hell man what must I do to make you all stop trying to push me away from the class like I'm a nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know many people in class hold a very negative stereotype of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolene, Valerie, Shirleen, Muxin, Frederick,Yuhao ,Noreen , Ziqi , Ximeng.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the rest of you in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YOU ALL ONLY KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW YOUR FRIENDS ON TURNING YOUR BACKS TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;EVEN WHEN I NEVER MEANT ANY HARM TO ANYBODY IN CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it hard for someone to stop wearing coloured glasses to look at me and start treating me like a normal human being who needs friends and not enemies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It took a lot of courage for Alfreda to stand up for me today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I admire her for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what's the really ironic part?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE THE LAST PERSON TO RESPOND IN SUCH A WAY, THAT SOME OF YOU IN CLASS WERE MORE EMPATHIC FIRST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WHAT DO I SEE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF YOU ARE WEAK-BACKBONED IN YOUR EMPATHY AND ONLY KNOW THE EASY WAY TO STEREOTYPE PEOPLE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL I ADMIT I STILL HAVE A FEW SCORES TO SETTLE WITH SOME PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I DON'T LET THEM CLOUD MY VIEWS AND IMPRESSIONS OF ANY OF YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL ONE THING IS ONE THING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT MIX PAST EVENTS UP WITH PRESENT EVENTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND THE PEOPLE WHOM I THOUGHT I COULD RELY ON AS FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHERE WERE ALL OF YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NONE OF YOU STOOD UP FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IT TOOK SOMEONE FROM ANOTHER CLASS TO STAND UP FOR ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT A FELLOW CLASSMATE!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T WANT TO SAY OUT WHO I THOUGHT WERE MY FRIENDS, BECAUSE THIS WOULD BACKLASH ON EVERYBODY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT YOU ALL KNOW IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU KNOW IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU KNOW THAT IT IS YOU THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU WHOM I SMSED WHEN MY MUM WAS IN HOSPITAL LAST MONTH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU THREE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT DID YOU ALL DO ANYTHING WHEN YOU SAW SUCH IN-YOUR-FACE STEREOTYPING?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hell I must get this off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I got nobody to tell this to at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOBODY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO I DESERVE THIS ISOLATION OR WHAT?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST YOU ALL BE SO COLD TO ME?!?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS A LITTLE ACCEPTANCE TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALL?!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I only want to be in the class as a part of all of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To have people whom I can trust without having to go through the same old ordeal of problems and then you people standing out to console me and then melting away into the shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I am not the loner I am made out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Neither am I so strong in my will anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I just need friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I just need support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Is that too difficult to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Am I unreasonable in any way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I really don't know what to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But deep in me, my heart is bleeding tears of blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I don't know how long can I hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for everything you did today, Alfreda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&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/4419038340497964944-1590323020354776319?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4604098134580186937</id><published>2009-03-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:23:33.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screwed up my gpa.&lt;br /&gt;1 point something.&lt;br /&gt;Am pretty emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this means that it's time to stop blogging or msn-ing or all that crap now...&lt;br /&gt;must make use of March Hols to make up for lost time...&lt;br /&gt;So this may be my last post for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE SELF DISCIPLINE IN MY WORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4604098134580186937?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Black, white and a single shade of grey. At least I don't waste my time trying to figure out every single colour of grey in between. It's more clear cut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Well ironically you seem to be wearing the same colours too. Black jacket, white uniform, and a single shade of grey glasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These words shocked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At how much my belief is carried out in my attitude to people, my way of handling things, and even how I wear my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But are they wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Must they be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I need to doubt everyone for the sole reason of self-defence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am I too on guard everytime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am I too cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you are in my class and happen to read this blog, PLEASE tell me. Seriously. I gotta know what are your responses. 'Cos I think I need to rethink everything I've believed in.&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/4419038340497964944-2886474941902767120?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2886474941902767120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=2886474941902767120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2886474941902767120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2886474941902767120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2886474941902767120' title='The World Upside Down.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3520072989054087481</id><published>2009-03-09T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:29:42.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I dream of you every night, walking by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of how we could be together, walking along the beachside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you would laugh at anything I say no matter how lame I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or how you would always give me your assuring look when I'm down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the weather reflects my mood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was a dark heavy storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gusting winds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheet-like rains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which perhaps means that I'm in a bad mood due to some idiots in class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wished that I could go home with you everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be at your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To talk to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, we're worlds apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I believe in fate about love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as I have held on to this relationship for so long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, a thousand times over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, a thousand times I'll say your name when I go to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray hope that I see you in my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3520072989054087481?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3520072989054087481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3520072989054087481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3520072989054087481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3520072989054087481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3520072989054087481' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1928174327313747703</id><published>2009-03-02T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:09:34.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sa0dLdGiOgI/AAAAAAAAADo/dg0Kcoriol4/s1600-h/cagalli+and+athrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308931618367486466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sa0dLdGiOgI/AAAAAAAAADo/dg0Kcoriol4/s320/cagalli+and+athrun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps we are destined only to pass each other just like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             But for you, a thousand times to eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To let go isn't to forget, not to think about, or ignore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go isn't about winning or losing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not about pride or prestige.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it isn't being obsessed or dwelling on the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go isn't about blocking sad memories or thinking sad thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it shouldn't leave feelings of emptiness ,sadness, or hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't all about giving in or giving up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go does not mean that you have lost and are defeated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To let go is to cherish the memories, overcome them and then move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is also about having an open mind to the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go is also about learning and growing from experiences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to let go is to be thankful for those experiences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experiences that made you laugh, cry and grow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about all that you had, all that you have now and all that you can gain in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go is having the courage to face change, not detesting change, and having the strength and willpower to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting go is growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes our hearts can be the most potent remedy to all our troubles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All it takes is for us to open that door in our hearts and clear a new path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then, you can finally be free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saw this on Brenda's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Edited a bit of it here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then, how long do I need for myself to stop being so self-defensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How long does it need for me to forget past shadows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And how long indeed do I need for myself to forgive and forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps the day when I finally can stop wearing my overcoat in school, then I can finally be free in mind and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because that overcoat is my armour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The wall that I want to maintain for the sole purpose of defence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then, isn't it like the Berlin Wall, splitting the space between me and the class and the people around me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of that wall, I can't trust anyone fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of that wall, I treat everyone as a potential threat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because of that wall, my heart is easily hurt by people that I considered close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But well, forgetting is a luxury that we don't know how to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till perhaps the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1928174327313747703?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1928174327313747703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1928174327313747703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1928174327313747703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1928174327313747703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1928174327313747703' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sa0dLdGiOgI/AAAAAAAAADo/dg0Kcoriol4/s72-c/cagalli+and+athrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8575564984721964250</id><published>2009-03-01T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:14:21.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do when you know that every move will hurt the person you love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Funny why I've become so freaking guai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up at 10 today (WHY DIDN'T I STAY IN BED?!!)  and studiously mugged maths until 11 WITHOUT EATING BREAKFAST OR EVEN BRUSHING MY TEETH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finished my homework in record time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The computer then took over for 4 hours more or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smashed the Japs 4 times over in battleship chess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been getting fatigued quite a lot these few days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry 4H if I freaked some of you out for being so pissed and emo for the last 3 hours on Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I really wasn't feeling very well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid migraine cocking up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to add to it, I can't take paracetamol due to some funny allergy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH PRETTY MUCH LEAVES ME DEFENSELESS TOWARDS FEVER AND MIGRAINES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotta sleep early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And pray hope I don't get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since March is my sick season ever since P4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, sometimes you really should know when to keep your distance from girls you know. Just because you consider yourself more of a girl than a guy does not mean that you aren't still a guy. And it's pretty obvious even to a dumbass that you want to go STEP programme because she is going. HEE-LOOO?? She's taken. Go look for someone else. And don't forget that you are a guy, and that means you don't go around trying to stick to her every time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry if this pisses anyone off, but being a friend I really can't help but be concerned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND STOP CHANGING IN CLASS FOR GOD'S SAKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8575564984721964250?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8751361827001064928</id><published>2009-02-28T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:36:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw my results.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like hanging by my skin now for my term 1 report card.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fully expecting a gpa below 2.0&lt;br /&gt;Though my LA Chinese and History can hopefully save a bit of me.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cut back on my computer usage after March hols.&lt;br /&gt;For real.&lt;br /&gt;My time is almost up, and yet I'm still mucking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Screw school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8751361827001064928?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8751361827001064928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8751361827001064928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8751361827001064928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8751361827001064928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8751361827001064928' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4561158891296659917</id><published>2009-02-25T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:19:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's funny and intriguing how Fate can bring two people together in the most unexpected way possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's even more intriguing when you had wanted to see her and thought that you never could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well that's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought that school would release at 2, so I could go to CSS as they were released at 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Until I realised that I had chem remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously, I was swearing like hell then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Shitshitshit now I can only go at 4pm and that's like 1 hour behind them! WHAT THE HELL?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But then, a curious intriguing twist of fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We managed to go off at 4 on time. For once haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I took 963 to Clementi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then MRT to Boon Lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I reached Boon Lay Interchange, I saw Bus 30 pulling in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then my primary school classmate Valerie got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She saw me, and said Ohmygawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Why? Shocked that I'm here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Why are you here in the first place?" Apparently she didn't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Chem remedial. Why the fuss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Because she is on the bus! See? She's coming down!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I honestly went stunned. Speechless with surprise and delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Good luck ah haha!" Valerie laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And this is how I finally met with En Chyee again in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My oh my, I am so happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank God I was delayed by Chem tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Turns out that she was delayed too. By Bio remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who says Fate can't pull two people together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm happy. Very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha you all don't know her anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's just say that...it's a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4561158891296659917?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4561158891296659917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4561158891296659917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4561158891296659917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4561158891296659917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4561158891296659917' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4687089623912443801</id><published>2009-02-24T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:36:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;CCA day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I like walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got funny stares from the NCC Part Cs and Ci Xing &amp;amp; CO. when they were in front of UG room doing some god-knows-what drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's so funny about me everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a lot of people know me.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly in NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes heavenwards*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid chem tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go to Commonwealth after school to go home with her.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4687089623912443801?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4687089623912443801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4687089623912443801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4687089623912443801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4687089623912443801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4687089623912443801' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6523617396937069491</id><published>2009-02-23T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:47:47.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long time never really properly posted already.&lt;br /&gt;Haha just so you know, most of my posts are impromptu ones that I didn't like really plan for them beforehand...&lt;br /&gt;And it's a miracle that even so I can still keep my eloquent flowy writing in my posts.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths' quite screwed up I think.&lt;br /&gt;LA, quite good. At least I'm getting my standard back this year and starting to turn out top-quality essays finally.&lt;br /&gt;History? Everything I already knew, so lessons are just revision for me to refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese? Dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;Chem? Quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;Physics? So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully I won't be so bad in my studies this year, and well things look like they are lightening up for me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a kickass video to end off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fB_ZlORvD4c&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6523617396937069491?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6523617396937069491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6523617396937069491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6523617396937069491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6523617396937069491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6523617396937069491' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-2522473674463175185</id><published>2009-02-20T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:04:00.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end of all Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got released early from school cca today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And kind souls, please leave a comment if you come by here. Any comment will suffice. Thanks, since I feel this blog is a bit too cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2522473674463175185?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2522473674463175185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=2522473674463175185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2522473674463175185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2522473674463175185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2522473674463175185' title='In the end of all Things.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7955682360325446049</id><published>2009-02-19T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:49:54.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all ends here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesday was a day of upheaval and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And for once, I was happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps Fate only wanted us to pass each other as innocent friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I can never win your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad that you have found the guy that you love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I wish you both good luck in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Felt my heart lighten up a lot after speaking to Clement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No I didn't want to fight him anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just wanted to bring closure to the issue at hand and clear up some of  my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All's over now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad, she's glad, he's glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps someday I will see both your names, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;joined in holy matrimony.&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/4419038340497964944-7955682360325446049?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7955682360325446049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7955682360325446049' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something big's bugging me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something not-so-well-best-not-be-said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But how the hell can you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep such a bomb quietly, and hoping that having it as a low profile would save you from embarrassment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And in the process, wounding me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And now when I want to get angry, I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Simply becaus the person I want to be angry at is the person whom I have the greatest "tolerance" level of respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And also because I'm a gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The cold rain. The cold wind. But worst of all, the cold and broken heart she gave to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&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/4419038340497964944-7808937070030042889?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7808937070030042889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7808937070030042889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7808937070030042889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7808937070030042889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7808937070030042889' title='Cold Mountain.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4822549520252285379</id><published>2009-02-14T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:17:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quiet day for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Been kinda slipping into long lapses of memory flashbacks recently, and also caught myself daydreaming a lot recently too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sometimes during lessons, sometimes in the quiet mornings when I stand outside class a the corridor facing the canteen (yes I know that some of you think I'm odd), and yet sometimes at home as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of the time I would be like listening to music and thinking. Music that was sad and soft and slow and yet still very poignant to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I would think of events in the past and the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Like how I was always a loner sticking out in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Like how much trauma I had in my primary school days when I was bullied day in day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Like how conflicting my heart and head actually are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And then how my life has been since I entered RV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How I came in, and almost chose to go out to Commonwealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And how my grades ain't that stellar even though I try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as well as how I still face trouble having friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I would also kinda make up what I want a scene in my future to look like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like me getting my first and second class honours in university.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or perhaps me flying above my home in an F-16 during my NS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a lot of times, me being surrounded by friends who care for you and are willling to accept you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I also dream about how I want my wedding to be like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe on the stern deck of a luxury cruise liner, facing out into a stunning sunset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under a clear night sky filled with stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking down an aisle covered in white carnation petals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me wearing a white tuxedo and carrying a boquet of crimson roses for my bride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my new wife wearing a white evening halterneck gown studded with Swarovski crystals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then dancing under the stars... blissfully in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maybe I'll have three kids, 2 guys one girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Doesn't matter what order they are born in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then perhaps when I retire, I'll take my wife for a cruise around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;especially Alaska, which I see as the most beautiful wild landscape ever seen by man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what is my impression of my wife?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really can't put a word or description to this question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She should be outgoing, sociable, well good-looking of course ( but looks don't determine everything), caring, a good companion to me, supportive... and most of all a soulmate that I can trust my feelings to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess saying more will surely set tongues wagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And everytime when I daydream about all these, I will surely feel a bit sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sure I may not cry, but well my eyes are surely wet as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like it in the mornings at school when I can wrap my jacket round me and stand at the "balcony" of the corridor of the container classroom and look out across the track and canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listening to quiet music, without my glasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tranquil for me to at least be able to enjoy a moment of solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friends are harder to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a true friend and soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Almost impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps I am too emo and depressed at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet again, perhaps not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish to be friends with you all in class, but somehow I don't have the guts to come up to you people and talk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to be do this with ease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I find myself getting more and more quiet, closing my feelings in and locking them up, for fear that others can see them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I cannot be like this forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to go out with some of you today on Valentines' day, and apparently I wouldn't be able to, partly bacause I cannot due to my parents, and partly because... I simply forgot how to have friends anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The world ain't all black or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shades of grey exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But then, why can't I see them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm lapsing into emo-ness again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But well, perhaps I still have my future to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And perhaps if I really try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my daydreams will turn into reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But for how long?&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/4419038340497964944-4822549520252285379?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4822549520252285379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4822549520252285379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4822549520252285379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4822549520252285379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4822549520252285379' title='Valentines&apos; Day'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5748664236924945868</id><published>2009-02-13T20:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:07:41.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarang Hei Yo... sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Valentines' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another year when I feel damn &lt;s&gt;empty&lt;/s&gt; emo &lt;s&gt;sad wanna cry resigned...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's painful and heart-wrenching when you still love someone truly, yet you can't approach her because of your past with her... and even worse when you don't want to admit it and act macho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I promised my childhood &lt;s&gt;crush sweetheart&lt;/s&gt; special friend that I will wait for her... no matter how long it takes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels bad not to be able to see her and be with her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feels even worse when you realise that you've fallen in love with two girls... and yet suprisingly lack the guts to admit it to your classmate... who apparently is involved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime the guys joke about what "Clement loves &lt;s&gt;Shereen&lt;/s&gt;, Ci Xing loves &lt;s&gt;Shereen&lt;/s&gt;, Alan loves &lt;s&gt;Shereen&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;Shaowei wants to jio her&lt;/s&gt;" that kind of crap, I always put up a calefare face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But seriously, do you know how bad and sad and angry and idiotic I always feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I never wanted to admit in her face and everyone else that I still love her...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But seriously, do you all know how hard it is for me to keep silent about all this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see her everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell her that we are just friends, nothing more nothing less...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then I lied... about my true thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this ain't a private blog anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I REALLY WANT TO LET THIS ALL OUT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T WANNA DECIEVE MYSELF AND DELUDE MYSELF TO MY FEELINGS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;AND I DON'T WANT TO CHEAT HER...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;AS WELL AS MY CHILDHOOD SPECIAL FRIEND.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a lot of things bottled up in me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I don't wanna admit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can I continue to fake myself from the truth that I'm just &lt;strong&gt;a little too not over her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet, I really don't know how to face her and tell her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now valentines' day is tomorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which leaves me even lonelier and sad and angry at myself and emo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who is to listen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God knows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok enough emo-ing here...&lt;br /&gt;else I would daresay another scandal will start again...&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... I got a thousand questions and secrets, yet I have no answers for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ironic eh? How life and love ain't the blissful existence everyone believes them to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some sad love songs that I like to listen to here.&lt;br /&gt;Found them on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8aI_7sTJtE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uX9CeBkjHGY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCyZr96r96c&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3wUG2Qxg1o&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5748664236924945868?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5748664236924945868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5748664236924945868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5748664236924945868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5748664236924945868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5748664236924945868' title='Sarang Hei Yo... sigh.'/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4396059132148591232</id><published>2009-02-11T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:41:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life's just a collection of lies. It's just that we conceal our lies better than the others, that's all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's nothing fair about who lives and who dies. You gave her a chance. You gave everyone a chance."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Have regrets, have revenge."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In order to overcome fear, you must become fear, you must bask in the fear of other men and men fear most what they cannot see."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You may hear me whisper in your ear, but you never saw me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just some quotes I found meaningful after all these time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FongChuan says that I am too personal on my blog, but well, I'm not considered personal already... whatever I said ain't personal mate... so don't get me wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haven't blogged a lot these few times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;valentines Day is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And as usual I'm puzzling over what to buy and for whom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;zzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4396059132148591232?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4396059132148591232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4396059132148591232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4396059132148591232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4396059132148591232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4396059132148591232' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7118292075668422630</id><published>2009-02-08T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:39:52.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rest day for me to recharge my energy levels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tiring week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm thinking of making this blog open, as in I will move my open blog here... as for the old posts on this blog, I'll leave them here... anyway whatever that has been written is last year's stuff... so anyway now if anyone sees them makes no difference anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so well... I will make this blog open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe like what Shereen said "private blogs are a waste of time".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then, maybe not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depends on the circumstances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now, it is a waste of time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so officially from today onwards, THIS BLOG IS OPEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;" It's not about how much we love each other when we are together. It's about how much we miss each other when we are away from each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7118292075668422630?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7118292075668422630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7118292075668422630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7118292075668422630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7118292075668422630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7118292075668422630' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5334837603287541919</id><published>2009-02-06T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:29:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Found a cool song here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's by Simple Plan, and it's called Save You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love the lyrics and the song itself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Save You(Simple Plan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Take a breathI pull myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just another step until I reach the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wish that I could tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I won't give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's drowning into whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's just skin and bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There's nothing left to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No matter what I do I can't make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;That if you fall, stumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you lose faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh you know I'll be there for you(Ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know(Oooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wish I could save youI want you to know(Ohohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wish I could save you (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Very nice song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5334837603287541919?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5334837603287541919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5334837603287541919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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before cny...&lt;br /&gt;still not repaired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will get back asap.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINES DAY IS HERE SOON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3145261832627755129?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3145261832627755129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3145261832627755129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3145261832627755129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3145261832627755129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3145261832627755129' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8025426868539078939</id><published>2009-01-19T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:01:51.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;long time nvr update properly le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to Hwachong today for some history seminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This HCI guy was making a fool of himself during the QA part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lols...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing much to write about anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But one good thing this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I met En Chyee today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;long time haven't seen her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She hasn't changed much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still looks the same as I remember her as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seeing her is like a boost to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Missed her a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will be competing in the Chancellor's Shield in February, along with ZhiLiang and Alvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8025426868539078939?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8025426868539078939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8025426868539078939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8025426868539078939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8025426868539078939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8025426868539078939' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5214588476815898855</id><published>2009-01-06T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:40:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;another long day at cca.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid performance for school anniversary coming up again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes songs make you think about your past, and maybe revive some old wounds or happy smiles in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;well this song is a bit of a bittersweet one, since apparently it's about heartbreak and love gone with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Unbeautiful (Lesley Roy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang up, can't we talk&lt;br /&gt;So confused it's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong, what made you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;I'm unchangable&lt;br /&gt;When did we fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie from the start&lt;br /&gt;When you said, it's only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I've been told what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in time, stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;When We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out, get out, get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;Because we're much better altogether&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] x2&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me, against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta know what made me unbeautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bf8paAHIVLY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes a bit of nostalgia is good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but is this even nostalgia?&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/4419038340497964944-5214588476815898855?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5214588476815898855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5214588476815898855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5214588476815898855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5214588476815898855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5214588476815898855' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8512215808802124309</id><published>2009-01-05T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:37:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shizz... 2nd day of formal lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I wonder if 4 years before are worth it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But then, haven't we made a promise to each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That I'll wait for you till the time we meet again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The past is sometimes hard to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And even harder to face with an open heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just as I try to face her without my face feeling as if it's on fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;or me trying to approach her as a friend and not get misunderstood by her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some random stuff here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;feeling a bit down today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8512215808802124309?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8512215808802124309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8512215808802124309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8512215808802124309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8512215808802124309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8512215808802124309' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3158797255062551586</id><published>2008-12-23T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:47:33.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wah piang today scary sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to see doctor in Teban area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then went JP with mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to eat Burger King... and there the shocks started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;first, I saw yasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WTH?!?! didn't expect to see her lorh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;with a bunch of her dance frens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my God did I freak out there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That wasn't the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Later I went to Converse on 2nd floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there at the crepe stall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I SAW EN CHYEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;MY GOD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I totally like freak out there and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And back downstairs I even asked yasmine did she see En Chyee at all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY GOD!!! CAN ANYTHING BE SO... COINCIDENTAL?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you ppl know her as the CSS girl I mentioned sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Or the girl called devious K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvr mind...&lt;br /&gt;The sheer sight of her made me totally go nuts...&lt;br /&gt;Man I was SO NERVOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;gaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, my mum bought me a new Converse schoolbag.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I LOST SIGHT OF HER THEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;WLAU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that wasn't my time or her time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to see someone you love and miss after so long...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missed you, Devious K...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh again...&lt;br /&gt;I want school to start!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my classmates!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove that I HAVED CHANGED FOR THE BETTER IN THE HOLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm destined to be a loner after so long...&lt;br /&gt;same as her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to read some books at the library...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3158797255062551586?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3158797255062551586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3158797255062551586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3158797255062551586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3158797255062551586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3158797255062551586' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4725392370365851301</id><published>2008-12-17T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:59:42.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok this post is gonna be damn long and angry and emo and whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I fell sick over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;cold and cough...&lt;br /&gt;and stupid cca to bother with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and talking about cca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I HAVE TO PERFORM SOME SOPPY LOVE SONG WITH ONLY THE GUYS IN CHOIR DURING FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT SONG IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;"KISS THE GIRL" IN THE MOVIE "THE LITTLE MERMAID."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;wtbfh...&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like performing...&lt;br /&gt;Don't even wanna perform for SYF...&lt;br /&gt;sick of cca already...&lt;br /&gt;seems like our batch of yr 3 seniors in Choir will lose GWH this time with the &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; low standard of choir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BECAUSE THE &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; JUNIORS DON'T EVEN GIVE A DAMN ABOUT CHOIR AND DRAG THOSE WHO WORK HARD LIKE ME DOWN FOR NOTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And by then when we perform on stage that soppy love song, chances are I'll get catcalled by my classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL EMBARASSMENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtfh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now I find myself smitten by my junior...&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want to be accepted by the class, so at least I can go out with you guys, at least I have friends who really care for me in my class, at least I am not left alone like an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never asked for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BUT WOULD THE CLASS UNDERSTAND?&lt;br /&gt;WOULD ANYONE BE WILLING TO BE MY FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE COME AND ASSURE ME THAT EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT, THAT I AM NOT UNWANTED BY THE CLASS, THAT I HAVE SOME WORTH IN ME FOR THE CLASS, THAT I CAN LEAD THE CLASS, THAT I CAN SURVIVE MY STUDIES IN RV, AND CAN I EVER HAVE A SOULMATE IN SCHOOL?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;enough emoing...&lt;br /&gt;god bless me...&lt;br /&gt;and pray hope that some kind soul who reads all this can come an reassure and comfort me...&lt;br /&gt;for I am at my tether's end...&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/4419038340497964944-4725392370365851301?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4725392370365851301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4725392370365851301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4725392370365851301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4725392370365851301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4725392370365851301' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6577915760652818274</id><published>2008-12-15T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:22:59.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ziyi told me to do this quiz she ripped from Chenxi's blog. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.each player of this game start of with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.people who get tagged have to write 10 thing little known facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.the end you need to choose 10 people to tag and list out their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.No tag back the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok so here's the 10 stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) I have a soft spot for dark chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) I wished I had a bathtub at home. (hehe i soaked in a tub for 1 HOUR straight in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I only listen to songs I like, and not because I like the singers.&lt;br /&gt;4) I once scored 6 hockey goals in primary school within 15 minutes. (REALLY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) I only use Pilot G2 pens, and any other pens won't do for me.&lt;br /&gt;6) I am very emo at times.&lt;br /&gt;7) I like walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;8) I cannot watch horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;9) I almost got to go to Hokkaido next year!!! Until all the trips full house...&lt;br /&gt;10) I am VERY VAIN about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My name :&lt;br /&gt;A: you like to drink&lt;br /&gt;B: you like people&lt;br /&gt;C: you are really silly&lt;br /&gt;D: you like to eat&lt;br /&gt;E: you like to play with dogs&lt;br /&gt;F: you are dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;G: you never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;H: you have good personality and good looks&lt;br /&gt;I: easy to be with&lt;br /&gt;J: people adore you&lt;br /&gt;K: you are wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;L: everyone loves you&lt;br /&gt;M: best kisser ever&lt;br /&gt;N: best GF/BF anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;O: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;P: you are popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: you are a tomboy&lt;br /&gt;R: you are loyal to those who love you&lt;br /&gt;S: crazy&lt;br /&gt;T: awesome kisses&lt;br /&gt;U: you really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;V: awesome in bed&lt;br /&gt;W: you are very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;X: you love sports&lt;br /&gt;Y: best GF/BF anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;Z: always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok so here's my name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W: You are very broad-minded. (wow... but I dunno where am I broad minded... ahah...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O: Easy to fall in love with. ( YOU KIDDING?!?! HELL MAN I JUST GOT REJECTED BY THE FIRST GIRL I EVER LOVED IN RV AND YOU SAY THAT?!?!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N:You are the best GF/BF anyone can ask for. ( True... in my thinking that is... since I am not a Romeo like so many guys now...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:You never let people tell you what to do. ( true again.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M: Best kisser ever. ( er... this one I dunno... but hopefully yeah... hehe...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I: Easy to be with. ( well if you know me good enough it's actually true!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N: Best GF/BF anyone can ask for. ( wow I have so many n's in my name... just that SOME ppl do not know how to appreciate my love...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G: You never let ppl tell you what to do. ( yep...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: People adore you. (MY ASS LARH!!! IF THIS IS TRUE, THEN I AM SHAOWEI AND GET A WHOLE FLOCK OF SOPPY LOVESICK GIRLS FAWNING AROUND HIM!!! TAKE THAT!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U: You really like to chill. (er... chill wad? My socks?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N: best GF/BF anyone can ask for. ( thanks... but who'd appreciate it? Not MISS _______.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Done again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok ppl to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shereen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jiarong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;er... dunno who else leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nvr mind larh... heck care if it's too little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*coughcoughsneezewheeze*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sick with the flu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6577915760652818274?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6577915760652818274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6577915760652818274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6577915760652818274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6577915760652818274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6577915760652818274' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-142895406051468650</id><published>2008-12-02T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:13:38.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gaah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid kerosene...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to soak firewood in school for choir camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smelly kerosene...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and dunno who said that he brought THREE LIGHTERS there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CP is still on next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, by then, let's call a showdown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nervous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vengeful?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crackkkkkzzzzzzz.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give 'em hell boys.&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/4419038340497964944-142895406051468650?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/142895406051468650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4001398411947362101</id><published>2008-11-28T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:21:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Year 4's a comin'.&lt;br /&gt;And this past three years have been a rough one for me both physically and emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly find myself in a very reflective mood for these past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Year 1, I was just a greenhorn fresh out of primary school, living in a world where I play back hand deals, play class politics, and just finding my identity.&lt;br /&gt;some of you may still remember that Madagascar thingy that I pulled off almost singlehandedly at the yr 1 orientation night.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the other classes' acts.&lt;br /&gt;but then that was maybe the last time I was a childish person who knew nothing of the world though he thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2K showed me the dark side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Where you were a nobody, a mere statistic only for ceremonial purpose.&lt;br /&gt;MY closest chances at power was at the beginning of that year.&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps the only one that could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies abound.&lt;br /&gt;repeated visits to Mrs Look and the counsellor came about.&lt;br /&gt;I got labelled as a mentally instable person, made to go to CGC for treatment, one that ahs traumatised me till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble continued into Yr 2.&lt;br /&gt;anger and animosity bred between the class and me till breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;Then came my one and only coup on the class.&lt;br /&gt;An act of &lt;s&gt;revenge and personal&lt;/s&gt; vengeance to the ones who hurt me the most.&lt;br /&gt;And that effectively secured me a peaceful 2 months in yr 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One that ironically broke my resolve to transfer to Commonwealth Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Year 3 came as a new promise for me.&lt;br /&gt;A new start for me in a new class.&lt;br /&gt;Met him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;a person that would become my hated enemy now.&lt;br /&gt;but ironically, then he was one of my best pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tried to run another challenge for chairperson again.&lt;br /&gt;failed when the teachers thwarted it by appointing the two CPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year of emotional turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;Where I found out just how weak and fragile my heart was.&lt;br /&gt;A year where I found my commitment to her tested by someone else in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've always avoided scandals from yr 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Since i considered my heart reserved for that someone in CSS.&lt;br /&gt;until she came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past half a year had been hell for my emotional soul.&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn my vengeance on two of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;One who had been a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;Another who thought he was Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My heart was ravaged by the firestorm and hell that I went through to get her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, now I think she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i really seek closure from her,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i still cannot forget and forgive her coldheartness in rejecting me.&lt;br /&gt;Now i find myself cut loose from both shores.&lt;br /&gt;And feeling a funny sense of sorrow and vengeance towards the person I still love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I feel like Bond losing Vesper Lynd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People keep saying that I am a brat, detached from reality and living in a fictional world where i am always right.&lt;br /&gt;People say that I'm bossy.&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;People say that I'm rude and coldmannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I never was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Only the storms of time made me like this.&lt;br /&gt;An angered and inconsolable soul who feels mistreated by the world.&lt;br /&gt;I do not deny my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i am still learning to understand,&lt;br /&gt;something she said I could never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will prove her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I want to exact revenge on the persons who hurt me the most.&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn her trust and love again.&lt;br /&gt;I want the power and prestige that had always eluded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can sustain myself next year again.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I miss the class now.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I still cannot find courage to face the class and her again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there is always this incomprehensible feeling in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself being too sentimental for my comfort as well as others' comfort.&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to be coldblooded and detach myself from the class,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself holding onto the class and a lost love still.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a two-timer,&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow I am becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;These years I've grown a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I've become harsher like the cold wintry wind.&lt;br /&gt;I've become more motivated by a cause and sometimes vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a lot of cold shoulders from the class.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I have learnt from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to listen, though I find myself not listening enough.&lt;br /&gt;I have to learnt to respect others, though I am still motivated by revenge and hatred sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of all, I learnt that I am a mortal like everyone, &lt;s&gt;and not some messianic presence or kingmaker.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I faced my biggest challenge yet.&lt;br /&gt;One that tested my will, my heart and my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed talking to you as a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though you said that some things that I do make you able to talk to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i feel I've not done enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps my actions now are not enough to absolve my previous sins to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will try my best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Going into year 4, I still don't know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Or what is the dearest to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Or what should I do to be with the class again.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that these will straighten out by themselves by then.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, till the end of all things,&lt;br /&gt;I can finally be the person I always wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;and face everyone with a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have no idea how hard you hurt me, but I won't dwell on the past. I can and will forgive you, and hope to start anew. But what are the chances of you accepting me? I put it at 10%, but someone else thinks it's 20%. &lt;em&gt;Life is like a gamble. Doesn't matter whether you win or lose yet, but as long as you still have the stakes, you will still have a chance.&lt;/em&gt; I hope I have some stakes left, and hopefully I'll earn your trust and love again."&lt;br /&gt;&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/4419038340497964944-4001398411947362101?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4001398411947362101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4001398411947362101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4001398411947362101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4001398411947362101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4001398411947362101' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6350397878287415461</id><published>2008-11-26T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:13:01.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMpMprZKcKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMpMprZKcKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6350397878287415461?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6350397878287415461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6350397878287415461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6350397878287415461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6350397878287415461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6350397878287415461' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4983818491885694246</id><published>2008-11-24T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:43:58.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Holiday homeworks are a nightmare invented by some goddamn teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NVr mind, I think i better stop moaning and glowering over such crap and just get on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bought a Chinook yesterday at Tom&amp;amp;Stephanie's over at West Mall. Thought i saw some ppl there, but well, quite deserted there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing much to blog about, and this damn blog is damn cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so pls tag. Thanks a lot buds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our destinies will always be entwined, but never joined. I am not trying to earn your forgiveness for all these times, but only to absolve my personal sins to you before."&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/4419038340497964944-4983818491885694246?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4983818491885694246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4983818491885694246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4983818491885694246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4983818491885694246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4983818491885694246' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-2967228231814634968</id><published>2008-11-22T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:41:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dammit I am like in such a cranky mood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know if I'm paranoid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or even whether I am crazy or just plain left out of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hell man I said in the previous post that you exclaimed when you saw me, then you come on msn just to jab me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;say what you got freaked out by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WTH larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AM I THAT SCARY? NO CAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WALAU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WITH THAT DAO ATTITUDE OF YOURS, AND YOU STILL LAMENT IN YOUR BLOG THAT YOU ARE VERY ABD AT KEEPING FRIENDS, OR SOMETHING ALONG THAT LINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;HELL MAN MUST YOU ALWAYS TREAT ME WITH SUCH ATTITUDE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WTBH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GO BLEED YOURSELF DRY girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;grrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sometimes I wonder if all your actions now are just you taking revenge on me for what I did to you last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now, I don't even know whether you are on my side or on the class' side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I CAN'T SEE THE ENEMY, I CAN'T SEE WHO'S WITH ME, I CAN'T SEE WHO'S BLOODY BLEEDING HELL AGAINST ME WITH THOSE TWO JOKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT, THEY'RE JOKERS ALRIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DAMMIT GO TO HELL MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MUST IT BE SUCH A TORMENTOUS PRESENCE IN CLASS FOR ME?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AM I THAT SCARY LIKE FRANKENSTEIN?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AM I REALLY AS BAD AS YOU BLOODY SONOFA*****ES MAKE ME OUT TO BE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AM I NOT SANE AND HUMAN LIKE ALL OF YOU?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AM I NOT HAVING THE SAME DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS AS ALL OF YOU???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AM I THE SOCIAL PARIAH THAT THE CLASS LOVES TO TAKE OUT FRUSTRATION ON?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DAMMITDAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right now I feel a rage, a wild boiling rage coming out from deep inside me, threatening to blow me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A requiem plays over and over again in my head, as if to remind me of my own mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I am not invincible to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right now I feel my inner soul sucked dry by all this mindbattling and anger and angst and sorrow and rage that the class has inflicted on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At this rate, I won't be surprised to know that I may most likely collapse suddenly during PE and be in a coma for ten days in ICU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By then, your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;DEAR FUCKING CHAIRPERSON AND THE SELF-STYLED BIMBO SINGER IN CLASS CAN LEAD ALL OF YOU BASTARDS IN SINGING HALLELUJAH AND BREAKING OUT VINTAGE CHAMPAGNE TO CELEBRATE MY DEMISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ALL OF YOU ARE HOPING FOR THAT. FOR ME TO DISAPPEAR, FOR ME TO VANISH, FOR ME TO BE WIPED OFF THIS FACE OF THE EARTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AND DON'T DENY IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am blinded by my own mortality, my own fears, my own ambitions that I may never achieve, and I cannot tell who is my friend or my foe. I am surrounded by a forest of gray faces who tell everything but the truth to me, and even the people I hold dear to me in class may not be the angels they seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is a torturous one for me. I am just a normal soul hoping for friendship, hoping for honour and glamour, hoping for love, and hoping for my place in the sun. At least I don't lie to my own conscience like so many of you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IS A LITTLE ACCEPTANCE TOO MUCH TO ASK FROM SONOFA*****ES LIKE YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A requiem of my destiny plays in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The last act in a tormented life of a person never understood by people who accuse ohters of not understanding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This may be my last battle for my honour and glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I don't even know who's with me, whether they are with me, whether she is with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and I don't even know if I can emerge from the flames alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I may as well be signing my own death warrant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and dive headlong into the flames of Hell to do battle with the demons in the class led by the serpent and the Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If I die, I may as well die fighting on my own terms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and if I go down, I will bring them down with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have no soul and heart left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;since both of them were betrayed by the person I gave my heart to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My purpose is driven by the rage and sorrow she inflicted on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but to the end, I will still hold her close to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and return as a silent sentinel to keep watch over her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;till the hands of Destiny takes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2967228231814634968?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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negative person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Only circumstances can make me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And the holidays don't count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went for chem tuition a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bumped into some old faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When I walked down the entrance from the main gate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I nearly walked into a shooting alley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Omygawd, it's MingJun!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeahyeah, I could hear you from a mile away with that exclamation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess old things die hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that maybe that response was just your way of showing your forgiveness to me, since I doubt that you had exclaimed so loudly for quite a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gd luck for your shooting competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just don't put your M-16 on full auto burst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CCA starting to go into full swing already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So-called preparing for next year's SYF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;since I never participated in last few SYF due to my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who says that people in choir must have voices that last for a hundred years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll be lucky if mine can last for 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr Lee told me this in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Don't push yourself too hard over the CP thing. you're stressing yourself out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And some ppl have expressed their discomfort regarding the politicking in class between me and Yuhao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I do understand that, and i do hope to end this battle as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will be changing my online name soon. Not SA or T.H.H, but Requiem this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;requiem of my destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;rising from the flames of destiny and fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;calling for one final last cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and reaffirming an old alliance with someone I promised.&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/4419038340497964944-7674843066821095638?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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not feel heartbroken and angry at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I can finally accept the simple stark facts that I could never have even thought of 3 months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But this time has finally come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You know, sometimes I look back to the past and I realise how naive and blinded I really was to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And that your reactions then were perfectly normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It was me having the faults, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I pressed things too hard, and you cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I admit now that yes, I am at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I never really thought about my actions affecting you although my crazed senses told me that I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I come to realise that I could never be with you, that you would never reciprocate my feelings for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I accept it quietly and with dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Because of my actions, our position with each other became untenable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I alienated you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I made you feel lousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I made you feel angry and upset at the whole fiasco that ensued after the whole incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;People say that I am not a person given to repent for any of my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;People say that I'm hotheaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;People say that I am unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;People say that I am thickskinned and a total bastard to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I am not like that to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply because I care about what you say about me much much more than anyone in the class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The class didn't realise that you were the only person who had a strong enough hold on me to rein me in during those chaotic times when I was on the verge of going rogue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still are the only person who can hold me back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I admit it without shame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because at least I knew that you would still be the barrier between me being sane in mind and me going crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least you were truthful and sincere in whatever you said, even if they hurt me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you criticised me without making me feel angry and bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you were the only reason why I had at least changed in class, regardless of how much I've changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are a delightful person to talk with and be a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can tell that anyone with your trust will go to their grave with your trust, so long as they don't betray you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know how to approach you and try to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wish I knew, and I wish I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But then, the biggest barrier is you and your friends' reaction to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know when will gain your trust again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I will try my best, and time is the only thing I can ask from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look back on the past between us as a phantom haunting my lonely nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now, I've finally exorcised it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't know if your distrust and hatred of me will ever be exorcised in the same way as mine did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss talking to you as a friend, even as a classmate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be kind enough to accept my repentance here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And perhaps, we may still meet in the sunset and talk to each other like old friends,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As if nothing ever happened before between us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;These are true words from my deepest corners of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hope you will see this, and hope you will reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God bless you in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And always know one thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You don't need to apologise for everything, 'cos you are not wrong in any case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And always live with the knowledge that I will always stand with you through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To Shereen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6595063569971429337?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6595063569971429337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6595063569971429337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6595063569971429337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To make things clear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1) I AM NOT TAKING OVER YUHAO'S POSITION AS CHAIRPERSON BY HELPING OUT FARRAH PASS DOWN THE MESSAGE TO GET YOU PEOPLE ONLINE. SO PLEASE WATCH WHAT YOU PEOPLE SAY, BECAUSE I DO NOT TAKE LIGHTLY OF SUCH ACCUSATIONS. IF I WANT TO BE CHAIRPERSON, I MIGHT AS WELLRUN FOR IT OPENLY NEXT YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2) I NEVER HAD ANY INTENTIONS OF GATECRASHING THE CIP AT CHOA CHU KANG. SO DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF GATECRASHING. AND IN THE END, I STILL DIDN'T GO SINCE THERE WAS SOME ADMIN ERROR IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3)YUHAO YOU BETTER TONE DOWN YOUR RHETORIC, ESPECIALLY SENDING ME HATE SMSES AND HATE MAIL. I DON'T CARE A HELL ABOUT YOU SPEAKING FOR THE CLASS OR ANY SUCH BULLSHIT. IF THE CLASS HAS ANY PROBLEM WITH ME, I SUGGEST THAT YOU LOOK FOR ME PERSONALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whooh... done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3524234647403812240?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3524234647403812240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3524234647403812240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3524234647403812240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;running the show (sorta) with Farrah now that Yuhao all but vanished from the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time to flex some muscle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;vanished off my blogging radar recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Apparently vanished when I wasn't online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deleted her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nice one I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Though I must say she made my skills at tracking much better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT i am not a stalker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So YOU PPL don't accuse me of stalking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/4419038340497964944-4188282357936457655?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4188282357936457655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4188282357936457655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4188282357936457655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4188282357936457655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4188282357936457655' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3108753187163732861</id><published>2008-11-10T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:55:14.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First Monday of the hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My gad, I should have gone to the 3H class cip on Sunday larh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So damn fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I nearly gatecrashed it last-minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNTIL Mr Lee came up with a problem in admin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, poof goes my biggest-coup-gatecrashing-ever-pulled-off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gaah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to watch Quantum of Solace yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bond is so damn slick in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Bond girl (some Olga dunnowhatishername) was a bit too rough though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like all her purpose is driven by revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm missing you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;God knows when can we see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To see you smile at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3108753187163732861?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3108753187163732861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3108753187163732861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3108753187163732861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3108753187163732861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3108753187163732861' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-2101659425260419412</id><published>2008-11-09T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:33:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;watched Quantum of Solace today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe there's a hidden message in it for me to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Forgive her. Forgive yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But can I do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2101659425260419412?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2101659425260419412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=2101659425260419412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2101659425260419412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2101659425260419412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2101659425260419412' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-770060601707230854</id><published>2008-11-08T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:41:49.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First weekend of holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never slept so well for quite some time already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I had a funny dream last night, which left me a bit perplexed and spooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I found myself at a beach during the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then looking out to sea, I saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; sillhouette quietly looking out as well, contrasted by the setting sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I didn't dare go and say hi to &lt;em&gt;her,&lt;/em&gt; so I just stood there looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then I saw a guy walk up to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They embraced and kissed, then held hands and walked off. While I was standing there stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I felt like a part of me went empty and collapsed into dust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Call me paranoid or egoistic or plain daydreaming, but that dream made me lose sleep for quite a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always fearful about any guy like HIM around me or any girls, especially the ones I have a crush on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not that the girls are my steads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the sneaky unsettling feeling that some guy with a personality more magnetic than mine is around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even after so long, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; still appears in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though most of them I can't remember now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And sometimes when I wake up, I find my pillow wet from my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even I don't know why or when I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been listening to S Club 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suddenly their songs are my favourites now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Especially "Never Had a dream Come True".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I'm daydreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm yearning to be with you again, even if it's only for the last time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see your face, see you smile, to hear you call my name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And especially, for me to tell you that I will always love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter where you will be on this planet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will still be with you, looking over you as your guardian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's hard to forget and forgive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been hurt by you before, but I never regretted loving you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even after so long, I still want to be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be your friend and confidant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To love you for eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guess I'm really daydreaming about love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But around you, you make me feel inferior around you with girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sometimes I wish you would just disappear from my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So I at least have a fighting chance at love.&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/4419038340497964944-770060601707230854?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/770060601707230854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=770060601707230854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Must wit till next year to see all of my classmates again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;somehow i miss all fo you even though I may not be friends with you ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passed my GPA by so much as a squeak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my physics just saved in the death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and maths too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wooh... what an escape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wanted to say goodbye to you today, but most of the time you were occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Saw 2 of your friends at Ikea today. Got funny stares from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More random words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stupid Chinese holiday assignments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well at least they can keep me occupied with some constructive work instead f going on msn and youtube every single day for 6 hours at a stretch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will post again later in the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And ppl, my blog is a bit cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so can you all comment? Ask me stuff, or just like talk a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yeah thanks a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And Farrah gimme your quiz on your blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-2380979303651197893?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2380979303651197893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=2380979303651197893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2380979303651197893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/2380979303651197893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2380979303651197893' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8488462816266507335</id><published>2008-11-06T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:04:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Learning symposium...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;watched some dubious movie about some painted skin or something spooky like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;scared Claudia to hell when I appeared as a grinning face behind her on the visualiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My God, did she scream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last day of school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then, there's still next year to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Plus, this long break may be able to make me come to terms with soem painful things for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Allows me time to forget or forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So yeah, next year I'll be more refreshed, and clear in mind and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And my CP ambitions aren't over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No way, not by a long stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Just to say here that I'll never forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll go throught the gates of hell and back to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but will you wait for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some random words again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And woohoo QoS is out! I'm going to watch it this weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enjoy your last day of school tmr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8488462816266507335?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8488462816266507335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8488462816266507335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8488462816266507335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8488462816266507335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8488462816266507335' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8384275793507925321</id><published>2008-11-05T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:18:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apparently I am so bored that I decided to create my open blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I got some inspiration from some people, so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's the URL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-silent-sentinel-looking-over-you.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.a-silent-sentinel-looking-over-you.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy looking! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-8384275793507925321?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8384275793507925321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8384275793507925321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8384275793507925321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8384275793507925321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8384275793507925321' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7703842338279825245</id><published>2008-11-05T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:13:36.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another gloomy rainy day again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, but that didn't really dampen my mood much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still have a bit of emo-ness from yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, guess keeping me occupied with books and music can keep me from daydreaming about her again and falling into a self-inflicted depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Posting lyrics again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This time I'll let my lyrics do the talking for myself on some issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Best to keep silent myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lips of an Angel (Hinder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Honey why are you crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Is everything okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh. What a beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guess it's the best that I can listen to now then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sometimes things aren't what we expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But then, we learn to take it in our stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But what if you loved someone but couldn't do anything about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you learn to live with the regret, but then, you may not live to let go of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people say that "The debt that all men pay is death." I say that death is not the only thing. Another debt that you may never be able to survive paying is love. Trust me. It's true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Going off to read and play my U1PE piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long time never play piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miss the sound of the piano keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a good rest, relax, recharge, and remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;There's someone looking over you as your guardian somewhere. He/she may be close or far away from you, but he/she'll be there for you. Cherish it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7703842338279825245?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7703842338279825245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7703842338279825245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7703842338279825245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7703842338279825245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7703842338279825245' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3737003067245753213</id><published>2008-11-04T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:35:52.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today's gloomy weather reflects my day perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes days like these really make me go into an emo mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never will understand why am I so sentimental about things that I can never change , or for the matter, even achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I always thought that I could detach myself from feeling for someone easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I was not a playboy flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I would stay true to my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But all that now has been broken like the dark shadow of the night falling away under the light of day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I thought I had managed to forever forget her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To give up on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But I failed time and time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every time I see her smile, I fell under her spell again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she seemed so far, yet had such a magnetic influence on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The past troubles haven't managed to make me give up totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;some part of me wants to give up, yet my conscience and my heart tells me not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And now, I face another girl again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I could never expect myself to still fall for someone in my present state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but the unfortunate thing was: I still fell for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She attracted me in ways I could never fathom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;her smile was equally alluring, yet she seemed ... more ... refined and gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My confused and drugged soul fell for the same mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And I find myself in love with her and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It pains my heart to do so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as somehow I have turned into the very person I had never wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet this happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I may never know or be able to find a way out of this maze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but my heart pines for someone's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wish to find myself untied from all my past burdens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but I don't have a light at the end of the road to lead me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't want to be accused of being a flirt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but I simply cannot let go from these two romances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm torn between my conscience and my heart and my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Perhaps it is better not to have any of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But then, I'm not a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps like what my friend said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Some things are not meant for you to understand, and you should not try to understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just some random thoughts flooding through my head now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope anybody reading this is not offended. especially someone I obliquely referred to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause I sometimes really need to pour my feelings out, and there's nobody I can tell it to, not even my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love is even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;falling sick soon, well at least I may not need to go for CCA this friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a bit of money on my hands, so well maybe I'll try to spend it productively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Only time can tell how much I want to feel for both of you. I'm such a coward for not daring to say all this personally, but I cannot bring myself to say it. Time will judge for me. But for now, I'm just a person in body but not in soul. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God knows how am I going to endure this pain."&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/4419038340497964944-3737003067245753213?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3737003067245753213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3737003067245753213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3737003067245753213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even when I cannot forget the past romance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am struck by another love that wasn't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It wasn't that I am hated by her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just that I had arrived a little too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never thought that I could fall in love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but unfortunately, Fate brought me another blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I should all but give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and cry my heart out for 2 days and nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But my heart is a cold broken mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my soul all but shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perhaps there is a silver lining in all these times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and perhaps I can still be friends with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But for how long will my heart take to heal again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Only time can tell how much I want to feel for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-7550818513939228988?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7550818513939228988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7550818513939228988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7550818513939228988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7550818513939228988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7550818513939228988' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8307435193516965045</id><published>2008-11-03T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:49:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to run powerboat at West Coast Park yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then watched National Treasure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even more WOOHOO.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still haven't finished zuowen yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;later pia already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then go see doctor to wash my ear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to love someone without being able to tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There are so many old rusted chains bound to your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Well maybe it's best to leave my feelings untouched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and save them for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;emo abt love le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SO RANDOM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but sometimes, you feel damn guilty to fall for another girl again after the last meeting with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh... I am starting to go loopy now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE GIMME SOME ASPIRIN!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4419038340497964944-8307435193516965045?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8307435193516965045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8307435193516965045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8307435193516965045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8307435193516965045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8307435193516965045' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-8093890843226672225</id><published>2008-11-01T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:24:55.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sian la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CCA today in the morning... and it must rain like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hell man I won't mind if it rained on any day at school but TODAY?!?!?! walau damn dampener lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CCA bores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;heard from vinnyboy(haha that's my nick for you.) that Yuhao was spoken to by either Mr Lee or Mr Lim, and was told that I will assume CP duties for Tues and Wed. don't know if it's true or not , but so far as I can see, it really appears that apparently, my chance has come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And it may be my one and only chance, so guess I better don't bust up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And believe me, Hell will freeze over when i am CP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some ppl say that I will still be the same "brat" as before if I am CP, but to reply, I'll modify a movie quote from the movie "W".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"are you trying to be a Kennedy?! You're a Bush. Act like one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;change "Kennedy" and "Bush" to "MJ the hated ostracised ticking atomic bomb" and "MJ the Chairperson" respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so you'll get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Are you trying to be MJ the hated ostracised ticking atomic bomb?! You're MJ the Chairperson. Act like one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And to make a point clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i AM NOT TRYING TO BE EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I am seriously puzzled by this seemingly "coded" message that Mr Zong typed on his MSN name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"A True Leader Rules Thyself By Head, Lead Thy People By Heart.  A Headless Horseman is, but headless and heartless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;since i am the only person ever to use the name The Headless Horseman, I wonder if he's trying to imply something to me? like I cannot be CP? dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My time will come, and when it comes, I will rise to my position as I need to be, and be the person that I and the class want to see.  &lt;/em&gt;&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/4419038340497964944-8093890843226672225?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8093890843226672225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=8093890843226672225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8093890843226672225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/8093890843226672225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8093890843226672225' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1819958484693346857</id><published>2008-10-31T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:19:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wake Me Up Inside (Evanescence fet.Linkin Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leading you down into my core&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I've become so numb without a soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my spirit sleeping somewhere cold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until you find it there and lead it back home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)Bid my blood to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)Before I come undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't just leave me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe into me and make me real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me to life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)bid my blood to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)before I come undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me to life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me to life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frozen inside without your touch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without your love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darling only you are the life among the dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to open my eyes to everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without a thought without a voice without a soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let me die here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There must be something more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me to life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)Wake me up inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wake me up)Bid my blood to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I can't wake up)Before I come undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Save me)Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Bring me to life)I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Bring me to life)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's the link to the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrH3knaiqrI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrH3knaiqrI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1819958484693346857?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1819958484693346857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1819958484693346857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1819958484693346857'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;haha... was out in the sun like mad... until my head got so hot that i joked that I can fry an egg on top of it... then I was the flag bearer for Gryphon... srsly they should start changing and remaking their props and the mascot costume... damn tattered and old lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I waved to you today when i saw you, but why didn't you reply? I heard from your cca mates that you got the impression that i wanted to jio you... but seriously i have no such intentions... really i just treat you as a friend... nothing more... though i do admit that i was indeed smitten by you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just some random thoughts in my head... you don't need to know what and who am i talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;listening to Evanescence's song Wake Me Up Inside... loved it since i heard it on a car commercial a long time ago...it's haunting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; WOOHOO I CAN BUY MY CRUMPLER BAG AND W890 WALKMAN PHONE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5149110332948499284?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5149110332948499284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5149110332948499284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5149110332948499284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5149110332948499284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5149110332948499284' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3170107458269326019</id><published>2008-10-30T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:48:31.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now that eoys are over, it seems that all our minds are still running overtime and cannot stop. At least mine cannot stop yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;which means that it leaves me with a 55% chance of going crazy within these few weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;starting to really get into the thick of stuff here with this CP thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got a discomforting thought last night, sparked off by my recent msn convo with some of you reading this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;what if my ambition and rush to be chairperson now is not fuelled by my ambition but by revenge against someone? what if I really be chairperson, would the world and the class see me as a person taking out another person simply because I have a feud with him?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sigh... sometimes it's confusing. you think you are doing all this for everyone's good in the future in 3H, but when the road wears long, then thoughts like this start creeping in to make you question yourself. I know that my ambition has existed long before any feud, but when such thoughts come to me, i still don't know what to make of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't want to be remembered as the person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who toppled someone in a spectacular&lt;em&gt; coup d'etat simply for personal lust for power and revenge for some blood feud that is wearing everyone thin&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just want to do my part for the class, and as far as I can see, I want to take a more decisive role in the class. Not for personal gain though. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work for the class, not against it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if you received my email by now, but yeah, your opinion to me is very precious. 'Cos now i have the impression that you are one of the few people i can trust to some degree. So unwittingly you become a very valuable asset to the class and me, since it seems that few people can think level-headed like you and somehow only you can hold me in check during the wildest times when the whole world seemed to be at war with me. seriously I must thank you personally, but i don't dare do anything now, since i cannot tell if time has washed the previous times of conflict and embarrasment and misunderstandings between us away. I can now just only hope that time will come.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok enough of long rambling stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for the people reading this blog, I want to ask you all some questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would you support me if I ran for chairperson next year? Yes, no or neutral?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THINK CAREFULLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and answer truthfully. Explain logically. relax, I won't go ballistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I have already asked you this question above, just ignore it. For the rest, comment in this post. Thanks for all your advice. These are trying times for me. Thanks buds. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3170107458269326019?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3170107458269326019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3170107458269326019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3170107458269326019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3170107458269326019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3170107458269326019' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-7608595896729191375</id><published>2008-10-29T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:48:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back posting again after a long time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;comparatively...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now exams over there's pretty much nothing but slacking now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;though i would start on my Chinese hol homework asap to burn off all one shot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;waiting for Quantum of Solace to open on Nov 5..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;James Bond is nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry last post a bit emo le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but srsly I am cracking at the seams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though there was quite a debacle today in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry that I scared you ppl off with my reaction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and sorry to Mr Zong too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but like what i told Farrah later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fight in every land and clime, for every cause but my own."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perhaps that's what I really want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sometimes it's not that we have nothing to say and nothing in common. We just choose to be blinded by our misguided hatred of each other and hide from the truth ourselves. Because it is too painful for us to admit the truth and face it. I want to, but i cannot do anything unless you all do so as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want to know the reason why. But then, I am afraid to know the answer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---A quote from someone.&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/4419038340497964944-7608595896729191375?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7608595896729191375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=7608595896729191375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7608595896729191375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/7608595896729191375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7608595896729191375' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-285083583024289495</id><published>2008-10-28T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:08:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes i find myself crying and laughing and asking myself these stupid questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why the hell must you be so hated?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why the hell must you be so ambitious?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHY THE HELL must you fall in love?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why do you make your life so difficult?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why must you be so antagonistic to some people? For what?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I DON'T WANT A COLD WAR, SO WHY MUST I BECOME THE PERSON I HATE THE MOST?!?!?!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe I emo le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thinking about being Chairperson nxt year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;recently my mind has gone a bit haywire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the past ghosts of my past coming back to haunt me time and time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Like a broken record they play over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I can never seem to be able to get over the trauma that I inflicted on myself unwittingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Especially that&lt;em&gt; l'affaire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and that situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;god hell I wish i had aspirin now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sometimes I just want to scream CAN SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME AND GET IT OVER WITH?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why must i live such a tortured existence on this miserable earth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wars everywhere, people waiting to stab you in the back when you don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And above all, HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;god hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sometimes I really envy you people. you all have friends. you all have value enough for people to care for you. not me. I guess that should everyone be kidnapped then maybe i'll just be hostage for everyone else, since I have nothing holding me back. You all have friends, people who love and care for you. not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shereen, I should assume that you have seen my apology below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;srsly I think we should all talk. not that there is nothing to say, but that everyone is just denial of the truth. We don't dare face each other. we don't dare face the truth. And I am tired. I have not a lot of time left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CAN I JUST CRY?!?!?!?!!?! DAMMIT WHY MUST I....... WHY MUST THE WORLD......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sobsob........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-285083583024289495?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/285083583024289495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=285083583024289495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/285083583024289495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/285083583024289495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#285083583024289495' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3989423881376914197</id><published>2008-10-27T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:04:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Sorry (Buckcherry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren’t the same&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go ’round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I’m to blame&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go ’round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It’s never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorryI’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can’t take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go ’round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry baby,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.I’m sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3989423881376914197?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3989423881376914197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3989423881376914197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3989423881376914197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3989423881376914197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3989423881376914197' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3682246112254800385</id><published>2008-10-27T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:57:55.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Executive Order 99836:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;STAND DOWN DEFCON status against South Nevada to DEFCON 4. Open negotiations will commence with any parties involved in any recent spats on this diplomatic channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lord Nelson&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/4419038340497964944-3682246112254800385?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3682246112254800385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3682246112254800385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3682246112254800385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3682246112254800385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3682246112254800385' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-67408607793577381</id><published>2008-10-27T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:49:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is something I saw on shereen's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello mingjun,&lt;br /&gt;regarding your recent outburst in your own uh private blog, i have a few clarifications.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Please do not get mad. If you're going to get mad, feel free to stop reading. This post is purely to justify myself and i have no intentions of defaming anyone. K thanks.The Blog Post.Shereen I did not change my name. Richardson is just another alibi for me. And don't call me a bleeding liar. I know you want to say the BLOODY word so say it lah! And I daresay that you have another name too.. so don't attack me for going under the name Richardson. Geddit? Anyway I didn't insult anybody what, and so what if i ask about myself? I'd rather know what others think truthfully about me when i ask them than everybody trying to play taichi and clam up. If you people would just say things about me truthfully to me when you know it's me, then what's there for me to ask you under an alibi for?? I'm not an oxymoron, and i definetely treat all of you well, so quit attacking me!!&lt;br /&gt;justifications.1. i dont often use the word "bloody" because it's really crude. using the word "bleeding" is my habit and it doesnt really concern you whether i use "bloody" or "bleeding", because either way, I'm trying to say that you're a liar.&lt;br /&gt;2. quoting from your above uh paragraph, you said "And I daresay that you have another name too.. so don't attack me for going under the name Richardson." and "Richardson is just another alibi for me.". from this i infer that you did use "richardson" as your name. but referring to various tags, you said that you-were-not-mingjun so sorry, may i ask, ISNT THAT LYING!?&lt;br /&gt;3. you say you rather know if people disliked you. however, from my knowledge, i happen to get the impression that you yell or defame those we speak truthfully. i can give one strong example. (:&lt;br /&gt;for example, on one occassion which i'm sure the entire class remembers, yuhao told the teacher you used roughly an hour to complete your entire chinese paper 1. is that not the truth? BY THE WAY, roughly meant that it could be a little before or after an hour so there is no need to get so worked up. instead you called yuhao a "son of a bitch" or from your blog a "towelhead".&lt;br /&gt;another example, is a teacher. even though they've been patiently trying to get as the go-between and explain things to you, not only have you not learnt, instead you openly asked a teacher to go to hell. the proof is below.&lt;br /&gt;-START QUOTE-shit, Mr Lim said that the class treats me well like a classmate. GO HELL THEN!!! everytime I accidentally brush against someone, be it in person on on his/her stuff or EVEN THE TABLE, everyone must mAKE A FRIGGIN' bIG scene out of it! "OH HE'S RADIOACTIVE, HE'S CORROSIVE, HELP HE IS ACIDIC!!! HIS HAND IS DRIPPING HYDROCHLORIC ACID !!! HELP!!! MY STUFF AND THE TABLE IS CORRODING!!! HELP MY HAND AND MY BACK IS CORRODING!!!!!! " -END QUOTE-&lt;br /&gt;many a times even, even though our class decides to BE NICE and try to help you change, you yell at them to "shut up" and "dont talk to you about change". may i remind you that the world is huge, and you're just ONE PERSON (no matter how loud, how strong, how ferocious.) YOU'RE JUST ONE PERSON. and you cant expect the whole world to change because of you. we're HELPING YOU but you saw it as an attack saying "you have had enough of it".&lt;br /&gt;4. from your blog post, you say that you're treating us nice. excuse me, define nice? from the above 3 points, which i'm sure is well supported with examples and elaborations, there is nothing that says we're not nice and you're nice. on the contrary, it proves how you constantly shout and lose your temper at us.&lt;br /&gt;I was once told that it would make a world of difference if the class changes our attitude towards you. and I daresay for all, or at least majority of the class, that WE'RE TRYING. It doesnt happen to be easy you know. Not only are we not appreciated, we get yelled at thanks, very helpful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;SO IN CONCLUSION,I've justified myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not about to start a blog attacking whoever situation because I personally think it's extremely childish. So if you want to get all upset and think i'm doing things unfairly, i do welcome you to simply print out my blog post, show it to any teacher or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;If you decide on a mild chance that you're wrong and going to change, we welcome you to post an apology online and we'd gladly try to help you again. although it's going to be even more chaotic and frustrating, we'll try.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;reply??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sincerely sorry for my recent outburst on this blog if it inflamed any anger and discontent for anybody involved in any of my attacks. I guess this is the best apology I can have now. I admit i have overplayed my hand in many matters and most of the time my anger is misdirected to many innocent people and this made everyone's position untenable. I hope my gentlemanly apology will placate any of you angry now. And believe me I mean what I say. i can choose to ignore all this, but for the sake of everyone and especially myself, I will take this seriously. So Shereen I think I have replied satisfactorily to your comments. Thanks for telling me this on your blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;MJ.&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/4419038340497964944-67408607793577381?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/67408607793577381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=67408607793577381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/67408607793577381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/67408607793577381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#67408607793577381' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4670395717325916253</id><published>2008-10-23T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:16:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dammit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;failed physics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i should drop it after yr 4 and concentrate on history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe even take bio too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bio is WAAAYYYYYYY EASIER than physics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at least for me that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;posting lyrics again... bored sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I Don't Care lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Say my name and his in the same breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I dare you to say they taste the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let the leaves fall off in the summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And let december glow feel flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Brace myself and let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Start it over again in Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;These friends they dont love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;They just love the hotel suites, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I dont care what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as its about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The best of us can find happiness in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(I saida) I (I) dont (dont)care what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as its about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The best of us can find happiness in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let your body get a tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im not a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Put put a heat wave in your pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pull a breath Like another ciggarete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pawn shop im tradin em (tradin em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im the oracal in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Let the guitar scream like a facist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sweat it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Free love in the streets but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;In the alley and i aint that cheap now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I dont care what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as its about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The best of us can find happiness in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(I saida) i (I) dont (dont) care what you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as its about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The best of us can find happiness in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I saida i dont care justa what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as it's about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You saida i dont care justa what you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As long as it's about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You saida i dont care (i dont care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You saida i dont care (i dont care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Saida i (i) dont (dont) care (care) &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/4419038340497964944-4670395717325916253?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4670395717325916253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4670395717325916253' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh... another long day...&lt;br /&gt;got stupid sore throat le...&lt;br /&gt;Maths failed...&lt;br /&gt;sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least one thing is good.&lt;br /&gt;and that is the fact that I settled X.&lt;br /&gt;big time.&lt;br /&gt;man he won't know how the hell he died.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think he died already this morning.&lt;br /&gt;want to play dirty? Man you got a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND JOLENE STOP SPREADING MY INVITE OUT TO OTHER PEOPLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and SN too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dammit...&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later this place is gonna get crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"What kind of peace do we seek? Not a pax Americana enforced on the world by American weapons of war... I am talking about genuine peace, the kind of peace that makes life on earth worth living, the kind that enables men and nations and to hope and to build a better life for their children--not merely peace for Americans but peace for all men and women---not merely peace for our time but peace for all time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--John F.Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"War battered dogs are we, gnawing on a naked bone, fighting in every land and clime, for every cause but our own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--Irish verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The whole history of the world is summed up in the fact that, when nations are strong, they are not always just, and, when they wish to be just, they are often no longer strong... Let us have this blessed union of power and justice."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--W. Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6114159623519840029?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6114159623519840029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6114159623519840029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6114159623519840029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6114159623519840029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6114159623519840029' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5582485004042435836</id><published>2008-10-21T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:51:35.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would always have me w you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would always have me standing at your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would always have me loving you manymany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would always have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because that B is not worthy enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;found this on QW's blog. I can guess what it means. And I can guess who's it titled to. And I can guess who is that B she referred to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, there's a backstabber in 3H. in fact, a lot of them. Well, maybe not backstabbers. Maybe they're just blind murderers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To give them something to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I guess dead people don't know what vengeance is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;   --James bond, Quantum of Solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5582485004042435836?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5582485004042435836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5582485004042435836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5582485004042435836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5582485004042435836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5582485004042435836' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3330355448863425278</id><published>2008-10-20T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:00:59.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh... class lunch today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wasn't much lah, just going to a Japanese restaurant with mr Zong and gf pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nearly ripped one of my toenail off yesterday, so was still a bit in pain when walking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was the FIRST to reach Cathay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nice place I must say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNTIL some apprentice of Sherlock Holmes started to "stalk" me from the above levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apparently that girl isn't that good too, cos I heard them laugh so damn loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went playing a bit of hide-and-seek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then saw SW and Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, I srsly CANNOT TAHAN that goddamn SW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big fake diamond earstud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girly shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet tongue lulling all the girls like bees to honey..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god I can't stand him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, back to the lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went in first, then SW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;must sour it for me by ganging all the guys to sit at the opposite end of the table to ostracise me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end the guys sat with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Food was ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;liked the salmon roe sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gunned down 2 mugs of coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was the only person wearing the class tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO MUCH FOR YUHAO TO TELL EVERYONE TO WEAR CLASS TEE..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then everyone was making helluva racket there taking a field day shooting photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;QW was squealing like a stuck pig in the butcher's shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VS wasn't much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Told her to keep her voice down, and she still retorted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOUR VOICE ALSO VERY LOUD WHAT, SO WHY TELL ME TO BE QUIET?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMMIT, I HELPFUL TRY TO KEEP YOU ALL QUIET YOU ALL MUST TRY TO OSTRACISE ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then SW took the cake..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when SN was taking some shots, he must go up and try to cosy up with, apparently in front of me. Or somehow he didn't notice me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But she did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pushed him aside with one hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE MADE AN ACTION LIKE HE WANTED TO KISS HER ON THE CHEEK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe I saw it wrongly, but anyhow, it looked like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chose &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NOT to see it.&lt;/span&gt; chose to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NUMB &lt;/span&gt;myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess it was lucky I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but one part of my mind wanted to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GO TO HELL SW YOU GODDAMN SONOFABITCH!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went outside to cool my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mu joined me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks mate. Regardless of whether you did it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joined in for some group shots. The guys tried to make a joke out of me. haha, YOU ALL DIDN'T SUCCEED SUCKAS!!! HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went home at 4.45 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some others wanted to stay to watch some stupid movie about a bunny girl out from Playboy mansion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;guess they wanted to be that bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Especially SW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Was sad that someone wasn't there. Supposedly went to tighten her braces. Too bad then. I had wanted to go with her today. So much for wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was listening to a song by Rihanna. Cried when I listened to it. 'Cos it just reminded me of how scarred and hurt and torn my heart was now. Even after like what? 3 months?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going off. Do tag pls. Thanks ppl. God bless you, especially when you sneeze( FOR VT). HAHA.&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/4419038340497964944-3330355448863425278?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3330355448863425278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3330355448863425278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3330355448863425278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3330355448863425278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3330355448863425278' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-3551769403505582492</id><published>2008-10-18T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:10:27.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My God I am so evil... ahha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went surfing the web today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;decided to play detective...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I FOUND IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah now what is that IT eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Won't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it is a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With I suppose a lot of good info in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just that.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is one TEENY WEENY prob.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is private like this blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so get the invite then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er... that person won't give it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so try again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Executive Order 99862&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A particular source of information has been found pertaining to South Nevada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The CIA will investigate under codename SPINAKKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Defence status still DEFCON 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Peace talks being negotiated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lord Nelson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;do the same as before for the last exec order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;change the funny name into its 2 first letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;secret code eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;man I am evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-3551769403505582492?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3551769403505582492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=3551769403505582492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3551769403505582492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/3551769403505582492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3551769403505582492' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-5425443669655178596</id><published>2008-10-18T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:34:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;weekends never felt so good before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No high-octane mugging, sleep like crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;off to read Devil May Care again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TILL QUANTUM OF SOLACE IS OUT IN CINEMAS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-5425443669655178596?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5425443669655178596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=5425443669655178596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5425443669655178596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/5425443669655178596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5425443669655178596' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-4011880285711464768</id><published>2008-10-17T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:09:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;someone's a mole here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;spreading my invite around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I WILL FLUSH HIM OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AND IF ANY OF YOU ARE INVOLVED, I WILL ISSUE A LOCKDOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-4011880285711464768?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4011880285711464768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=4011880285711464768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/4011880285711464768'/><link 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use of instruments, especially at the start with the violin and piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfaithful(Rihanna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for the right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause it seems that wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;Hes more than a man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this is more than love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the reason that this guy is blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the clouds are rolling in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because I'm gone again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be...a murderer&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as I'm doing my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preparing for another day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's here reluctantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as if I'm gonna be out late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A liar didn't have to tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because we both know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where I'm about to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be...a murderer&lt;br /&gt;His trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get it over with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna do thisAnymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna be...a murderer (a murderer)&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&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/4419038340497964944-6081195622391082420?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6081195622391082420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6081195622391082420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6081195622391082420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6081195622391082420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6081195622391082420' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1457352740568657936</id><published>2008-10-17T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:53:28.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;back again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haven't been much in making new poems recently, but I found this very good one by Alfred Hitchcock at Popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ascension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And if I go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;while you're still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Know that i live on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;vibrating to a different measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Behind a thin veil that you cannot see through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You will not see me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;So you mush have faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wait for the time that we can soar again together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Both aware of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Until then, live your life to its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And when you need me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;just whisper my name in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;...I will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;touching? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bought the new 007 novel today. It's called Devil May Care, and I tell you, it is stunning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, gotta go read. See you all next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1457352740568657936?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1457352740568657936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1457352740568657936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1457352740568657936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/1457352740568657936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1457352740568657936' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-6966651544318282010</id><published>2008-10-17T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:24:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!!!!! EOYS OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't know if my maths will survive, but yeah, I'm happy the exams are over finally!!! Now time for com fever!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's been some frenzied attempts at a peace meeting for the two states in conflict now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God knows when it will end, but i don't intend to soften my stand yet. As of now, defence status is still DEFCON 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And don't think that your blocking of my freedom of speech is going to work. Because just as you have rights to rant, I have the same rights too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;South Xangan is trying to negotiate a bilateral meeting sometime soon. Guess now I can only sit and wait for South Nevada to reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;god, I hate cold wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my blog is still quite quiet now. Well if you all are reading this you can post comments. i'm not banning all of you. BUT DON"T SEND MY INVITE TO OTHER PPL WITHOUT MY AUTHORISATION. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;zzz.. bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-6966651544318282010?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6966651544318282010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=6966651544318282010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6966651544318282010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419038340497964944/posts/default/6966651544318282010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6966651544318282010' title=''/><author><name>Silent Sentinel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4RQt8ES3thI/Sb4UMxYwUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KS4IdDsI0ok/S220/Strike+Freedom+Gundam.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419038340497964944.post-1754065316536337087</id><published>2008-10-16T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:43:49.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"SORRY I MADE YOU ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;I HAD NO INTENTIONS OF DOING SO.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY-.-" as quoted from THAT SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;GODDAMN IT!!! ANY GODDAMN BASTARD CAN SAY THIS WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELID. YOU'D SAY THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN LIKE A BROKEN RECORD, SO WHAT SHOULD I THINK OF YOU?!?! Oh so you had no intentions of making me angry eh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TRY BEING ADMIRAL YAMAMOTO TELLING THE UNITED STATES THAT"oh sorry I NEVER WANTED TO HAVE WAR WITH YOU SO SORRY" AFTER HE BOMBED PEARL HARBOUR IN AN UNPROVOKED ATTACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;goddammit, you're just like the admiral in the History eoys exams poster source.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRYING TO LIE AND FAKE YOUR WAY OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you want to attack me, I say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;COME FACE ME HEAD-ON MAN!!! DON'T TRY TO MUDSLING ME IN THE SHADOWS. I'M READY FOR ANY CHALLENGE YOU WANT TO THROW AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gosh, this world is a crazy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND PLS COMMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-1754065316536337087?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1754065316536337087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=1754065316536337087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love Lockdown lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I had to do, had to run from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im in love with you, but the vibe is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that haunted me, all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So ya never know, never never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never know enough, til its over love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Til we lose control, system overload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Screamin no no no, no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I aint lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See I wanna move, but cant escape from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I keep it low, keep a secret code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So everybody else dont have to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You keep ya love locked down, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cant keep my cool, so I keep it true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got somethin to lose, so I gotta move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cant keep myself, and still keep you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I keep in mind, when Im on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somewhere far from home, In the danger zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How many times did it take til I finally got through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you lose, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I aint lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See I had to go, see I had to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No more wastein time, we cant wait for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;which is wastin time, wheres the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You keep ya love locked down, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not lovin you, the way i wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I met no one new, I got no one new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought No one knew, but got love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But im not lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gotta keep it goin, keep the lovin goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep it on a roll, only god knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am I into you, baby im confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You choose, you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I aint lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Way I got to go, I dont need youI been on this road, too many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I aint lovin you, the way I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keepin ya love locked down, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keepin ya love locked down, you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419038340497964944-365853925780780929?l=luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxaeterna-requiemofalostlove.blogspot.com/feeds/365853925780780929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4419038340497964944&amp;postID=365853925780780929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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