<?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-15256976</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:00:29.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world seems to revolve around everybody, but me.</title><subtitle type='html'>Things are losing their significance, dragging me down with it. Its happening so often such that it numbs me. I think i am losing the ability to feel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-117233460487394098</id><published>2007-02-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:30:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciphers</title><content type='html'>chingay was super. especially the post-parade street party. "scenery nice nice music nice nice everything i tell you ah, is really sibei song ah!" went into the bboying circles for ciphers. stix shinn me. stin. lol. that was the best part. the rest of the time it was just hurrying up and down orchard road trying to get back to post on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dinner sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test starts on monday. which is the day after tmr, so must really start mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-117233460487394098?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/117233460487394098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=117233460487394098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would have tried not to fall this deeply in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;though it would have been hard not to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz i was born to tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;what about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can live with this. of course i can.&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/15256976-117163844205901708?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/117163844205901708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=117163844205901708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/117163844205901708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/117163844205901708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2007/02/lovers-to-dust.html' title='lovers to dust?'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-116291093807250855</id><published>2006-11-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:48:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>step it up.</title><content type='html'>i wanna blog but i dont know what to write. so most of the time im lazy to blog because of that.&lt;br /&gt;therefore i'll just blah out whatever's in my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toprock toprock drop footwork footwork freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colour &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll stay hidden for now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the hope that one day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd matter as much to you, as you to me.&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/15256976-116291093807250855?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116291093807250855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=116291093807250855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/116291093807250855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/116291093807250855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-it-up.html' title='step it up.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-116178886853321863</id><published>2006-10-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:07:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stare at me and ______</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;have been breaking lots and lots recently. SMUB1C should be made official man, with a somewhat less corny name. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;things just aren't the same anymore are they.&lt;br /&gt;all those talks on the phone through the night.&lt;br /&gt;slow walks around the school, from the lecture halls and back.&lt;br /&gt;being there everytime i needed a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i do fall, once again, would you be there, like how it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-116178886853321863?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/116178886853321863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=116178886853321863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/116178886853321863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/116178886853321863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/10/stare-at-me-and.html' title='stare at me and ______'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115781080456139333</id><published>2006-09-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:06:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never wanna say goodnight.</title><content type='html'>crew 602 is dope.&lt;br /&gt;family crew with inertia? more dope. connect connect and soon we will be friends of RF o.O&lt;br /&gt;date on fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all about style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;style? what style? just move your legs anyhow, then squat down and throw your legs anyhow, and then freeze in a certain position, and thats breakdancing. anyone can do it then.&lt;br /&gt;but Rhythmic Style crew is gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch and Stix will be better. and we will be S&amp;S duo. haha. like Farhan and Felix, F&amp;amp;F. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went breaking today, and met 602 again and these guys are really dope. zzz. and really friendly. just like me. Went for dinner after a few hours. Carl's Jr for the first time just now, and omg they should be called burger king, instead of some junior thingy. School's starting once again in 2 more days. im going to night study the whole of next week! never really studied the whole of this holiday week. and promos should be called retain instead. thsoe who fail will not get to retain. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its really good to hear your voice, saying my name, it sounds so sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak.&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/15256976-115781080456139333?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115781080456139333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>inside of love</title><content type='html'>another stupid phrase. this time its from the stupid noisy screen you find in every mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Our) company's website is now on-line"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he feels lonely when he's alone.&lt;br /&gt;even when he's not alone, sometimes he feels so.&lt;br /&gt;its as if all around him, only he cared about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why wasn't he special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was special. to her. at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be studying. i can't study at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115735300433431340?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115729537748899570</id><published>2006-09-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:56:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the september holidays! lets look forward to one week of intense mugging.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115729537748899570?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115729537748899570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115729537748899570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea who you are talking about. a large part of me's dying just believing that it's about me, for all other signs somehow points the other way, and im struggling to hold on, holding to a blur that refuses to identify itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the situation is getting really complicated, i can't comprehend the rationales behind what you did. those entries never fail to move me, but were they intended for me in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i should just stick to what's obvious on the surface, and i suppose that means having to behave as if i didnt say what i said, and you have not replied the way you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she turned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just an arm's length away, if he just reached out and hold her, would she stay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what if she refused to even listen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;further now, but if he ran, he could stil catch up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what if she started running?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a shadow now, yet as long as she's still in sight, the sun will still shine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yes, she's visible now, for how long more? would it stay this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he stood there watching as she walked away&lt;br /&gt;never once looking back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears streaming down his cheeks. the sun disappearing, cold and dark settling onto the quiet streets, and into his heart that wasn't his anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turning around, she bit back tears and stifled sobs, maybe keeping silent would make it hurt less.&lt;/strong&gt; would he even bother reaching out and holding her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories of times spent walking around aimlessly, where the streets have no name.&lt;/strong&gt; would he run after her, and create continuations to them, creating more memories?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the streets are starting to wind, but stil no call from him to turn back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only he would hold her hand then, she'd make sure everything turned out fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but where was he?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every step she took sent jolts of emotional aches to her heart. afraid of turning around and seeing him gone, she trudged on, and walked into the sunset, taking along with her his heart, as cold and dark set onto the streets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i don't want us to end like that. are we going to continue living behind this fucked-up facade?&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/15256976-115642972821674839?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115642972821674839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115642972821674839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115642972821674839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115642972821674839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/lonely-once-more.html' title='lonely once more.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115563563770605433</id><published>2006-08-15T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:53:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day i was smsing in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop smsing la, you nutcase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the person im smsing is not a nutcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no im saying u la, nutcase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh, but im nuts, not a nutcase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, you are the case, you got no nuts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah jade o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115563563770605433?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115563563770605433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115563563770605433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115563563770605433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115563563770605433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-day-i-was-smsing-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115522935730693161</id><published>2006-08-11T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:02:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im someone to her.</title><content type='html'>if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then we wouldnt end up staring into nothing, wishing time would turn itself around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what used to be so real, now seems so far-fetched to have been thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even u said it. would things ever be the same? would they ever go back to what they once were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these questions. my life's a pattern of woven threads, if you have been woven in differently, what would life be like now?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; would you be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115522935730693161?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115522935730693161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115522935730693161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/320/tree-winter-village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;National day is only exciting cuz of the fireworks. and the break from school. And singapore is one year older now. which kinda reminds me that my parents are aging too. cuz mum's same age as singapore, and, my thoughts just links and links and links. makes me rather sad. rather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he hates saying goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he knows he can hold on, but what for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth of the situation is plain in sight, bared to him in cruel directness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;losing track of uneventful days, spring goes away unnoticed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its winter once again in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he knows he can hold on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;secretly hoping that he's the one who belongs in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;night after night of senseless waiting, guessing, always ending with no conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memories of good times, are now seen through hazy eyes, the occured seemingly impossible to have occured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she waltzed out of his heart, spring danced along at her heels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its winter once again in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking back, with blade held across the heart, she'd smile at the mess she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he'd thank her still for leaving him to pick up the pieces all by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's not holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115513983554545963?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115513983554545963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115513983554545963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115513983554545963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115513983554545963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-it-all.html' title='end of it all.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115504432229719193</id><published>2006-08-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:38:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant complain.</title><content type='html'>double whammy! stupid day. half the school walked past us during the walk (we were doing first aid duty) and called us slackers! WHAHAHA. too bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the sounds of fireworks going on right now, but i cant see shit. stupid buildings that block fireworks, just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did all i could. i bared my heart. i hoped for the best. i WANTED the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is this all im ever going to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to have to pick up the broken pieces all by myself? broken pieces of my heart. how many times has this happened? how many more times do i have to experience this? i dont even dare to look her in the eye anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i did all i could. for her, i have. maybe im just incomparable to some thought-conjured guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop whining. im gonna go do FEEZIKS now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115504432229719193?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115504432229719193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115504432229719193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115504432229719193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115504432229719193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-complain.html' title='i cant complain.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115461044953145221</id><published>2006-08-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:07:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is just a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sittin' here all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just trying to think of something to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying to think of something anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you know it's not working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuz you're all that's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thought of you is all it takes to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i didn't mean to fall in love but i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but i know you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sittin' here trying to convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the more i think the less i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then the more i want you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the holidays are coming up i don't want to spend them alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories of chistmas time with you just kill me if i'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love but i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back &lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We just can't seem to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what i wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But with all my inspiration gone it's not gettin' me very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look around my room and everything i see reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh please baby won't you take my hand we've got nothing left to prove &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love but i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but i know you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then when we were just kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to give you chills with the way that i kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love but i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but i know you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't say you didn't love me back cuz you know you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you didn't mean to love me back but you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lonely September - Plain White T's&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/15256976-115461044953145221?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115461044953145221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115461044953145221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115461044953145221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115461044953145221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-just-song.html' title='this is just a song.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115384023627919602</id><published>2006-07-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:10:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. fuck it. just fuck everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115384023627919602?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115384023627919602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115384023627919602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115384023627919602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115384023627919602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115366691991169854</id><published>2006-07-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:04:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd freeze-frame on life's playback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i'd freeze-frame on life's playback. i'd pause at all the good parts, but i'll doing nothing to the bad parts. for that's when i learn. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats when i learn, the reason you turned your back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be there for you when things are going wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to share all your sorrows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;share all your joys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;share every emotion you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to live life looking forward to seeing you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to fall asleep with the assurance that you will still be here when i wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i want to wake up to you smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd love to walk hand in hand with you down the streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd love to give you flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd love to call you darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd love to provide the shoulder u'd turn to whenever u need one to cry on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'd love to provide the ear for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish that you'd be here forever to drive away the nights in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish that there's more to every smile u give to me free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish for you to give me a chance to show u &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115366691991169854?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115366691991169854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115366691991169854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115366691991169854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115366691991169854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/id-freeze-frame-on-lifes-playback.html' title='i&apos;d freeze-frame on life&apos;s playback'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115348705511781894</id><published>2006-07-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:10:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fickle even when choosing ccas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Image002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt; canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt; canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt; canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt; canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt; canoeing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and what the hell, jocelyn was like, JOIN GYM. what, i wanted to ok. u said no experience, cannot -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;nvm. dance =) i know i'll probably feel like going over again when everyone starts going off for canoeing trainings, and talking about canoeing all the time! the strokes, whos first, and all the rubbishy rubbish imaginable. but for now, i guess i'll stay in dance hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;actually wanted to session tomorrow, which is saturday. unfortunately, i have some cip thingy at woodlands and reporting time is at 1030! wushu ends at 10, so im given half an hour to wash up, change, and travel from toapayoh to woodlands. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;If there's music, we can use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Be free to dance, We don't have the time for psychological romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;No romance, no romance. No romance for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;korn. i wouldn't follow it! dance i will, if there's music. BUT. i have all the time for romance. at most, i'll do another year of j1 haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;theres actually pros and cons to that. good thing is u get to enjoy another 2 more orientations! more t shirts, more friends, more memories. also, u'd enjoy one more year in your cca. now, who can ask for more! i shan't mention the cons everybody knows, and spoil my own mood. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;do i have all the time for romance. i do. but does she too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh oh oh. wenxiang pierced his eyebrow. weird shit thats slightly cool ahaha. o.O i wont look, i might just do it someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no. no i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115348705511781894?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115348705511781894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115348705511781894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115348705511781894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115348705511781894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/fickle-even-when-choosing-ccas.html' title='fickle even when choosing ccas?'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115340480642947705</id><published>2006-07-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:34:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin is dumb.</title><content type='html'>i just changed skin, and it turns out to be some stupid skin. try right-clicking, and some stupid "black" word appears. so mafan la. had to do so many things and experiment so MANY times before i could get things to turn out like what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today was racial harmony celebrations in CJ, and omg was i blue. ahh sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im being treated as someone normal, just NORMAL, by her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what was i thinking, are we NOT just normal? normal friends, thats what we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whats meant to be yours will be, and whats not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I WILL JUST HAVE TO FIGHT FOR YOU TO BE MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trust me i'll do whatever's within me. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115340480642947705?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115340480642947705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115340480642947705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115340480642947705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115340480642947705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/skin-is-dumb.html' title='skin is dumb.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115297965081387305</id><published>2006-07-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:17:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my life. random as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/1StairwaysToHeaven%20edit.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/1StairwaysToHeaven%20edit.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/1StairwaysToHeaven%20edit.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES stix, no emo-ness please. dont hate kann! hes such a nice person please. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone's studying. even luthfi, who got like an A, a C, and erm, 2 F's. lol. i remember, cuz he made somthing out of it! ACF^2. ahahaha. im not going to say what it stands for here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i should start studying too, considering the kinda of sucky lousy betmyparentswouldvomitbloodwhentheyfoundout results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever u do, whichever decision u choose to take in the end, i just hope its the one that brighten up ur life instead of dampening it anymore. im saying it, only cuz i care. think properly. A fish swimming in the sea, that what you are. surely u wouldnt wanne be tied down to some other insensitive but nice fish, and thus taken away with it, the freedom of roaming the vast vast vast sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;elmo's world. is red. like blood. which i hate seeing. people who cut themselves, just stop it. it gets u attention, yes, but what good will it bring, when after awhile, its just going to project u in a negative light. its pointless, slitting wrists and watching blood ooze out doesnt mean that ur troubles sorrows whatever are leaving u, just as surely as those blood are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then again, elmo is red. his world is not. its drawn out of crayons, and other colours fusing to show u how cheerful his world can be. sadly, elmo's world doesn't reflect the state of higgledy-piggledy OUR world is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's living life to the max. he's dancing. and he dreads wushu. its fucking up his schedule. not that its any productive schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and so, higgledy-piggledy this world of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why didnt she take my words seriously? i wasn't joking. i've already found her; dream girl. and if by literal terms, dreaming of her would giv her the authenticity, i'd never leave my bed, and every waking moments would just be to gulp sleeping pills. until the moment when somehow, she's mine. then again. what i said back then, it didnt sound that serious, did it? but hey. im great at taking hints, trust me on that. i can jolly well just disappear one day, and she wouldnt even notice. why does it always turn out like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bite me. i'll bite elmo. i dont wanna enter his world in my sleep. i wanna dream. of stairways that lead to heaven. or mudslides that leads to the fierry pits of the underworld. but i'd embark on the endless stairways, for i know, at the top, i'd find her there, my angel, donning ur angelic halo, smiling ur angelic smile. and thats when i'd melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I WAKE, with reality falling back in place, and no sleeping pills anywhere near me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115297965081387305?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115297965081387305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115297965081387305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115297965081387305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115297965081387305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-life-random-as-it-is.html' title='This is my life. random as it is.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115254331704815428</id><published>2006-07-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:55:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OMT la. getting back midyear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; exams results this week. I DID NOT FAIL CHEM ahaha. but i did like freaking badly for chinese and physics la. sian. not that i didnt expect it la. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ive got messages for people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JADE! &lt;/span&gt;stop hey-ing please. hahahaha. HEY HEY HEY HEY!!! bai. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STIX!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop being emo pls. u know i love you. haha. silence between you and her? i shall make a din between you and ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAH!&lt;/span&gt; dont think it impossible to get 34/30 ok. bong is mad. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FISHIIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good luck for your shooting nationals =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KIT!&lt;/span&gt; dont be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wuss&lt;/span&gt; la. what mentality. u still can run one la! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FISHIIE!&lt;/span&gt; good luck for your shooting nationals =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS FISH LIPS!&lt;/span&gt; good luck for YOUR nationals too =) and stop lfc-ing, and happy topics!! please take care of the cut too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JANICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy topics = *** *** = god. ur obsessed la! lol. its censored enough right? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go go mills! but u wont beat me. yes you wont. i mean no you wont XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok whatever le! im going to bed now. cuz its 645 tmr at the grandstand! running! YES. hahaha. HEY HEY HEY HEY!! what a happy post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115254331704815428?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115254331704815428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115254331704815428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115254331704815428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115254331704815428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey.html' title='HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY!!'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115168511255566686</id><published>2006-06-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:31:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im the music man.</title><content type='html'>i walk around with music flowing out from within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell was that supposed to mean. haha. im sure amy knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are over! and what the hell, i have to fall sick just straight after the exams? stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful panadols worked for me though. fever had better stay away. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subjects im going to fail: chinese. econs. physics. chemistry. math.&lt;br /&gt;wait thats like failing every one of my subjects. cannot.&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe i won't be failing math. just maybe. dont know la. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;while i fought hard, i craved desperately for you, wanting you to be here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least u cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115168511255566686?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115168511255566686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115168511255566686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115168511255566686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115168511255566686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-music-man_30.html' title='im the music man.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115116167162587945</id><published>2006-06-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:07:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what in the name of my devillish fish dish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Greeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/Greeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/smokin%20squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gazing into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wished i could have held you right there and then, and never let go, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Making small talk over dinner, wondering constantly, if the next moment would be the moment when i run out of things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to tell you so much that i've been dreaming day and night for you to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waving her hand to signal her leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A hug wouldn't take too much of your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Embracing her, i thought it must have ended as soon as it started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why didnt it take more of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gathering all the courage he had, though it sounded more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i spilled my thoughts, only to have the topic avoided like it was taboo to be spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shouldn't end like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The devil himself must have been watching over him that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he took care of me. yea he surely did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115116167162587945?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115116167162587945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115116167162587945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115116167162587945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115116167162587945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-in-name-of-my-devillish-fish-dish.html' title='what in the name of my devillish fish dish.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-115106266124906918</id><published>2006-06-23T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:37:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the emo, back with smileys and HAHAs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MAN! mel got to go for a diving trip! what the hell. i wanna dive. but i cant dive, and no opportunity for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i should probably be studying right now, but. LAZY la. besides, i have only one chapter left to finish the whole of math. right jade? yea i think so. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and man i love amelia, for introducing me to walking ashland. THANKS! hahaha. hongkit, faints prease. stop influencing yuanyu and suemaine. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SHADES OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;GRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;FADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe. just maybe. whenever i like someone, i give off this.. aura? *the word STENCH came to my mind, but i dont stink!* that makes them stay away from me? or maybe its just cuz i act weird. life is as weird as weird is weird itself. i will never be able to comprehend the complex ways these fucked up i-like-you, you-like-me thing works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bring out the childish side of me. let my heart escape from this bars of self-pity, and just run free, confidently. but. dear heart, just try not to make me love anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-115106266124906918?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/115106266124906918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=115106266124906918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115106266124906918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/115106266124906918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-with-emo-back-with-smileys-and.html' title='out with the emo, back with smileys and HAHAs.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114892181777212124</id><published>2006-05-30T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:39:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i stand any chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;todays leonard's birthday! or maybe it was, 40 minutes ago, before it ended. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONARD&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the 30th. Camp happens every year, at different dates. This year, the last day&lt;br /&gt;'s on the 1st of June. It's just an ordinary camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but its the ordinary camp where i met extraordinary her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she would only be going on the last day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;that'd be a chance for me to see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;a chance for me to, what, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;melt?&lt;/span&gt; once again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont want it. It's heartwrenching when you are physically close to someone u want but you know somehow things wont turn out the way your heart desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, happy birthday leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114892181777212124?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114892181777212124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114892181777212124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114892181777212124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114892181777212124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-stand-any-chance.html' title='do i stand any chance?'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114880579049607672</id><published>2006-05-28T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:01:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as okok im here to blog. dont know if anyone even comes to this blog anymore. hahahahaha. sorry jade!! i didnt reply you on the tagboard. sarah smarter HAHA!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then, i could melt just by staring at her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last night a camp was the best. She was there by my side, for as long a duration as i can remember. It was the best night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That night, each time i looked at her face, i'd wish so much i could just stare into those beautiful eyes forever, and just melt into her gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She wrote on my hand, the green ink setting on it like it was meant to be there, as if it had been waiting for a whole 15 years for it. and it was only my name. and on that day, i saw her wearing her glasses for the first time. i swore i must have stood rooted to the floor for more than just mere seconds, just staring. of course, still stealing glances at some point of time. I dont think it was possible to have my heart melt even more that day. i need to throw myself into a freezer. haha shit la im being fcking lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like all good things, it couldn't last, it had to came to an end too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHAT had to come to an end? was there even anything in the first place? i dont know. i just wish there was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing tastes as sweet as what you cant have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I MISS HER SO. i only wish things didnt turn out the way it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114880579049607672?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114880579049607672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114880579049607672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114880579049607672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114880579049607672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/05/melt-me.html' title='MELT ME'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114537574900961193</id><published>2006-04-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:55:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. i miss terence and sampson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114537574900961193?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114537574900961193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114537574900961193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114537574900961193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114537574900961193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/man.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114537278715416109</id><published>2006-04-18T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:18:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/thic0031062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/320/thic0031062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I lay motionless in the dark, listening to slow ballads that speaks of ever glorious love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the leaves outside rustle angrily with the howling wind, thoughts of u drifts into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart cringes as I reminesce, images of the past coming into view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The masking fog disappearing momentarily, memories of forgotten pain raced home to  my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there you are, , sitting in your made-up throne, the root to all these unspoken pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont hate you. There's just nothing good enough for me to hold onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And just like what you once said, our love has , indeed, withered like these flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114537278715416109?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114537278715416109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114537278715416109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114537278715416109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114537278715416109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lay-motionless-in-dark-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114448089476831515</id><published>2006-04-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:21:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its getting to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He could jolly well be the densest man whos alive now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After all those signs, even blind old john could have realised that everyone else could have stood chances, everyone but him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;his smses always seem to collide with some kind of invisible wall of impregnable frequency, never reaching her. seemingly never reaching her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miracles do happen sometimes, but it takes eighteen damn hours for her to get back to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there used to be a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when the relationship was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nights were bright as day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it didnt seem the sun would set, not in his heart anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;until one fateful day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she had to brought away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;He has to admit, he will never get to eat chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He will have to stick with NASI LEMAK. besides, chocolate gives you heart problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114448089476831515?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114448089476831515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114448089476831515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114448089476831515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114448089476831515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-getting-to-me.html' title='its getting to me.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114394422974235749</id><published>2006-04-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:21:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/200px-Chocolate02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/320/200px-Chocolate02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When was the last time you let somebody affect your mood? When was the last time somebody's comment swayed ur confidence, or made u lose faith in what u always believed in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they always tell us, why bother with what others think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who decides what is fashionable, and what is not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who decides what's the cool things to do, and what will make u look like a complete geeky loser when done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who sets the definition for the term "good-looking"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, why bother what they think. right? bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a large dose of extra sweet chocolate&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/15256976-114394422974235749?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114394422974235749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114394422974235749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114394422974235749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114394422974235749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/shot-down.html' title='Shot down.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-114385834478506111</id><published>2006-04-01T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:25:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lift me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am deeply infatuated with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eating chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But whenever i see other people eating chocolate, i feel so bitter inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chocolate seems to be so popular with so many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could get to eat chocolate everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THIS IS BULLSHIT COWSHIT WHATEVERSHIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-114385834478506111?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/114385834478506111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=114385834478506111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114385834478506111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/114385834478506111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/04/lift-me.html' title='lift me'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-113721328913546949</id><published>2006-01-14T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:34:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to blog!</title><content type='html'>surprisingly, maplestory isn't down, but im here blogging XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;having failed to get into SAJC through appeal, i went to CJC for my first three months. Obviously we had our orientation and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;obviously, orientation was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and obviously, i made new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and obviously, i was asked to dye my hair black. F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons have started, since wednesday. Lectures and home tutorials just bore me out. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no taekwondo CCA in CJ, though even if there is i dont think i would have joined. talking about CCAs, max is in choir!! haha. cheers. cant imagine him singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i signed up for eleven CCAs, and linze signed up for 8. we are all mad. laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i signed up for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;canoeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ODAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;astronomy club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fencing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xcountry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student council (gave it up the moment i signed up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dance (didnt think i could get in, but i did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guitar club (crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rugby (want very much to join but cant fit it in my schedule)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gymnastics (wanted this cuz it'd help my breakdancing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was hard deciding on which cca to choose in the end. advice is, dont do what i did. decidee first then sign up. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i chose canoeing, dance and swimming. would have went for ODAC if it didnt clash with canoeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just had canoeing training yesterday. we could have paddled the whole of kallang river for all i know! paddled until my arms hurt. and the crazy coaches made us do 100 pushups once we got back! my arms hurt now. ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in all, JC was a really fun experience. just telling all the people who are able to get into first three months, to just go. fun la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have to dye my red hair black. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; F&lt;/span&gt; again. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-113721328913546949?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/113721328913546949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=113721328913546949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113721328913546949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113721328913546949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-to-blog.html' title='time to blog!'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-113547804446275416</id><published>2005-12-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:50:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a season to be jolly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Balsam_wreath_C32.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/Balsam_wreath_C32.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/Balsam_wreath_C32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone, my friends, my whoever, and anyone who chances upon this dumb blog XD and especially you darling n_n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-113547804446275416?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/113547804446275416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=113547804446275416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113547804446275416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113547804446275416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Its a season to be jolly?'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-113513697582452261</id><published>2005-12-21T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:49:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay away from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, MapleStory is down, thats why I am here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last post was in November 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, when i lie on my bed at night, desperately trying to fall asleep, i just cant help it, my mind drifts off to all the unhappy stuff that ever happened in my life. As much has i try to reminisce about the lovely times, defiantly my mind just turns at the wrong avenue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you have spent some time getting along with someone, you start to take each other for granted, until something/someone appears, and threatens his/her existence in your life. You start to question your value in his/her life, question how much u actually mean to him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats when you will realise, good or bad, just how much your partner is worth you doing all that you did for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is just too much non-understandable stuff that we try so hard to understand. After so long, i'd say; forget it. Just take whatever comes, and make the best out of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear alot, and i bite, so stay away. RAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-113513697582452261?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/113513697582452261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=113513697582452261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113513697582452261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113513697582452261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/12/stay-away-from-me.html' title='Stay away from me.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-113319956340610965</id><published>2005-11-29T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:39:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if i dont consider the stupid small post i made on november 9, then its been, erm, then its been 48 days since i last blogged. It's getting scarier to blog nowadays, with so many people hauled to court for writing STUPID stuff on their blogs. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im scared too. what if i accidentally say something wrong. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its one o one and i cant get to sleep. crickets again. i miss her so much, and she's going away tomorrow. aww. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O levels are over. all four years of hard work (ok maybe only two months of hard work, and 3 years 10months of slacking) just for two weeks of exams. not really worth the effort it seems. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all the 'zzz's are making me tired. but i cant sleep. every time i close my eyes i see her. aww sweet right? of course. thats me. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okok whatever just ignore what i just said... anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MAPLESTORY IS UNDERGOING MAINTENANCE and therefore my life is boring as can be, just sitting around all day waiting for flies to feed on me. rotting. zzz. i got a job though. but its not starting until december 9. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh oh oh ! i was on friendster and there was this ad headed :"cure for insomniacs". lol. i need. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okok no link. tell u guys something which can be said to be of equal "no link"ness, or even lesser link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I GOT AN iPOD VIDEO!&lt;/span&gt; whooooo. its been awhile, but i haven't registered for the warranty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i was browsing the web today, and wanting a good picture of an iPOD, i typed ipod on yahoo and searched. one of the results that popped out was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipodsdirtysecret.com/"&gt;http://www.ipodsdirtysecret.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;makes me sian. but after that i followed a link, and was relieved to find out there is now a new offer. whew. go check it out if you want.. im lazy to go into any elaborations here. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to chinablack on thursday. expected to see max there. only saw derrick and gang though. no sign of max. i miss him. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahh sian. i'll go back to attempting to sleep. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-113319956340610965?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/113319956340610965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=113319956340610965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113319956340610965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113319956340610965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-blogging.html' title='finally blogging.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-113151660753788535</id><published>2005-11-09T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:10:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o levels.</title><content type='html'>o levels are here. no time to blog. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-113151660753788535?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/113151660753788535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=113151660753788535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113151660753788535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/113151660753788535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-levels.html' title='o levels.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112918120536616023</id><published>2005-10-13T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:08:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey people im fine, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/SM3S1big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/SM3S1big.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lots of shit popping up in my hotmail inbox, telling me that if i click on this link, i will receive a iPOD Nano for free, with the shipment charges waived and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waste of space. its been 10 days since i last posted? well anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMPSON!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you really need to rack you brains when you are thinking of what gift you are getting for someone's birthday, especially when this person is your best buddy. lol. Till now, i still cant settle on a gift that would seem, erm, perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, dont really feel like blogging these few days, with the impending Olevels (AAGH), so naturally, being the hardworking person that i am, im studying soo hard everyday i dont even want to waste time having my meals or even going to the toilet. Cant bear to seperate myself from my beloved books. Poor books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;graah what rubbish, i haven't even been studying muc hthese few days. MAPLE MAPLE MAPLE. =) maybe cuz i did considerably well for my prelims, im starting to slacken. ZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yea, a few days back i was in the Macdonalds opposite my house, and when i was served, the cashier (a middle-aged aunty) looked at me like i had the weirdest face she ever seen, then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Desmond?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what the hell, she knows me. Turns out she is the mother of my primary school friend. lol she laughed and told me about how her son's results are dropping, and her exact words were "xian zai hen lan". very lousy now? so i asked how much. She replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh so i was like, HEY I GOT 15 TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she said, YAH! Lan lor. what the hell again. maybe cuz this certain friend had always topped the level in primary school. Smart dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maple is undergoing maintenance, and it will only be available for playing at 8pm. So i still have 7 hours to go. haha. should i spend this time writing a super long post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NAH. see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112918120536616023?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112918120536616023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112918120536616023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112918120536616023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112918120536616023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-people-im-fine-really.html' title='hey people im fine, really.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112835248422669798</id><published>2005-10-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:07:50.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/lone%20roses3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/lone%20roses3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even the tenderest love requires intervals of absence.&lt;br /&gt;It was all too perfect to last.&lt;br /&gt;all those happy moments are now just mere memories.&lt;br /&gt;having no more love in this anymore&lt;br /&gt;a slight misunderstanding could have caused a never ending argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change. Her feelings changed.&lt;br /&gt;I am now more alone than ever. Like i was a single flower removed from a bouquet, where in this case the other flowers were her love.&lt;br /&gt;She has found someone who could replace me. Its time I move on.&lt;br /&gt;At least i leave with the satisfaction of knowing i wasn't at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, just maybe, she will realise how irreplaceable she is to me.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, just maybe, she will regret ever making this choice; leaving me to pick up the pieces myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will welcome you back, as graciously as you did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i dont hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112835248422669798?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112835248422669798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112835248422669798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112835248422669798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112835248422669798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112824990190360713</id><published>2005-10-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:33:44.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/dead-flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/dead-flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking back on the times when i would feel so insecure i doubted her every words, I feel so dumb now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's happening now just seems to have hazed up the happy memories that we used to share. To her, there is no longer a We. Now, it is purely a her. Or maybe soon, it would be a them, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I regret ever doubting her.&lt;br /&gt;Regret ever yelling at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regret not ever looking past her strong facade, into her delicate spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though her heart is now with another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am still here, with nothing but my love to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss her more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss her cheery influences in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss those times when we would talk hours into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss the pair of eyes that always showed me that she yearned for my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Being with me, even though she smiled, her eyes always betrayed what she was trying to portray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Still, i would not be able to cheer her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I regret not being able to say I love you one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss her. I miss the way she speaks. I miss the way she moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've seen you at your best, and your worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if you are not be here with me anymore, and you have someone else to start new happy memories with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if your love for me have withered, as all things in the world will someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darling, I will never forget you. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112824990190360713?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112824990190360713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112824990190360713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112824990190360713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112824990190360713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/10/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112783233185189238</id><published>2005-09-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:45:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smart and beautiful. A girl with brains and beauty, they'd say. She belonged to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He always thought she loved him only. Of all those arguments they had, he always felt it was due to his over-protectiveness. He thought. If he loved her more, all these will stop. He set out to make her happy, wanting never ever to break her heart. unless once again, she broke his again. He told her how he felt, and what he wants to do. Her response told him that she thought it was sweet. and at that point of time, he never knew; she was actually rolling her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He always thought she loved him only. But he thought wrong. And he had to find out when it all seemed perfect. Feeling guilty, she said nothing, just empty assurances. but as always, after feeling guilty for a period of time, usually one or two days, She would be sick of feeling guilty. She would turn everything back on him, twisting everything around, the way she always does.  Scolding him even though she knew she was the one at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He disappointed her once. So he could say nothing about it. Keeping it all in, he pretended he was fine. Pretending also because she threatened to leave him. She doesn't know that his survival depends more on her existence in his life than she could ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until everything came to light. That day. He was hurt. He knew then, she did not love only him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He loves her still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112783233185189238?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112783233185189238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112783233185189238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112783233185189238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112783233185189238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112654368801193322</id><published>2005-09-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:20:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear lover. past tense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the last time, we said Good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You thought right then that i would fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But I knew to you this time's for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I acted nonchalant, like i don't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You let me go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know it hurt you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A love so true, it felt so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My heart i gave, it was yours to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Things turned sour, though sweetness lingered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I turned rude, and still you persisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For a year of my life, I had been selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;expecting large contributions from you, when only this little i give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You gave me all your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For you thought that i was precious and sent from up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You held me every moment, held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Praying I would always love you every day, and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But time went on, as it tends to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Even our love turned sour too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I tried desperately to make you turn back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But you fell deeper, even though my love was slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I broke every promise, when I broke your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It seemed obvious what i had to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You were quiet, you just stared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't see still, those tears you shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back now, I could say all was my bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I held on to you, in the depths of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Knowing one day we must part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Your love still remains, surviving the betrayal I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Messing with another girl, and breaking your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You stood by my side, though I didn’t want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I found you troublesome, even as you keeled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Still, you loved me so endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There isn't really a word that can describe your dedication to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, i miss those early mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meeting way before the sun rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You will always have a special place within my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You will always be the first, who touched me so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And in my heart, I will always keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;memories of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;together for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You taught me how to love and, &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You will always be my first love.&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/15256976-112654368801193322?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112654368801193322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112654368801193322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112654368801193322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112654368801193322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-lover-past-tense.html' title='dear lover. past tense.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112620578178439992</id><published>2005-09-09T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T02:56:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/ms_monster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/ms_monster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been four days since i last blogged. Am getting real lazy to do so. lol. There hasn't been much things going on during these week long holiday. Life is as uneventful as the time when i was grounded. Pretty much the same to me, holidays. Just another reason to make you stay home. And doesn't all the distractions at home just make you want to study? then again, maybe not. -heh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the computer is where i waste away all those precious time, which i can spend on studying. yea man i love studying. ok maybe i only like saying i love studying, but in fact i don't? argh whatever. Playing Maple story now, pretty stupid game, but gets interesting at times (like now), and those cute characters just piss me off cuz' they cant walk any faster. slooow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had tuition today, and the teacher was reminiscing about old times again. I was so put off i decided to concentrate on my maths instead. miracle. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yea my phone's getting worse. muzh muzh worse. Now, i don't even get lucky anymore. A few days back, it was working just fine, and suddenly, there was a recrudescence of disappearance (of the screen display, of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and now, there isn't even any fking display anymore! great phone. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and what i don't get is; by wanting a new phone, i am actually branded materialistic. now now, who in the world could live with a phone like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yea that was green again. slowly, green is taking over the place red used to have in my heart. im in love with green now. why? don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;colours are dumb things to talk about. I feel wierd when people ask me what my favourite colour is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its dark outside. The road is freaking empty, and the cars that whizzzzzzz pass occasionally are mostly taxis. great time to be out travelling now. hah. cuz accessibility is -whoa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gets you to yio chu kang from boon keng in 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my entries are all irrelevant rubbish, i realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holidays made my mind go blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maple story. hahahahahahahaha. cute monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112620578178439992?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112620578178439992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112620578178439992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112620578178439992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112620578178439992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy-holidays.html' title='lazy holidays.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112584037030766620</id><published>2005-09-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:57:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a new phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/8850_mainpage_s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/8850_mainpage_s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I desperately need a new phone. This one i am using is one darn flickering shit. The screen, if i am lucky, will show the contents flickering. but when i am not lucky, which incidentally, is almost ALWAYS, there will not even be anything on the screen. yep. thats my phone. on top. It looks real cool, the time when it was first introduced. kraah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today is sunday again. Wushu days all over again. Rushed to tuition as usual, and i need a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I came across this promotional thingy on yahoo website just now. You are supposed to play a game, and if you happen to be one of the few top scorers, You get to win pods. ipods. whakakakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So i attempted, but it was about the weirdest topic in the district, area, country, world. -laughs- CPF game. I know nuts about CPF. Why the hell would anybody set quizzes on CPF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The game was something like monopoly, where you are supposed to but properties, investments, such as shares and unit trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THIS IS DUMB&lt;/span&gt;. hah. I got around 80000 points, and what a feat! well at least i thought it was, until i saw the rankings; there are people who scored 400000 plus! yes, there was five zeros in that.&lt;br /&gt;ok lets rephrase. There were freaks who scored 400000 plus!&lt;br /&gt;enough about this dumb game. I still need a new phone. Miraculously, the screen can now be seen, until i touch the phone. Upon which, the displays disappear totally. Now, what good is that? I need a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;I have been swimming these past few days, so max i will get a tan too alright! heh.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new phone more than a tan.&lt;br /&gt;During tuition today, teacher was going on about some unknown thing again, and somehow it just got to life's basic principles, then, as always, he would tell us to study hard. lol.&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, when your parents are paying for your education, you must try to hit as high as possible." he placed delicate emphasis onthe words hit as high as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder, if he did really well in school. hmm. -heh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh wells. HOLIDAYS! I haven't got any plans on what to do for this week. Studying, of course, is the main part of it all, being the guai person that i am. wow. thanks. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still need a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;ANd now, i found that I have a new fascination for the colour &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;greeeeeeeen&lt;/span&gt;. to think i used to feel green wasn't fit to be a colour. -oops-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe its due to eric's ongoing rants about nigel having the wonderfully green lacoste polo. erm, maybe not. Its way out of point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and, I still need a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea, i know, you guys are getting bored. no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112584037030766620?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112584037030766620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112584037030766620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112584037030766620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112584037030766620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-new-phone.html' title='i need a new phone.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112556098273011575</id><published>2005-09-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:49:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/deserts019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/deserts019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My life seems a complete blank now. I don't know where to go, what to do, and what i CAN do. Even if i look very hard around me for something, &lt;strong&gt;anything, &lt;/strong&gt;that could guide me back to where i left off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So i guess what happened last night was inevitable. Its not good, bottling up your feelings like that. confiding in someone would help solve things im sure; one way or another. Somehow, guess it was settled. gaah. Now, i am alone. lonely. more alone than i ever was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today is teacher's day. Think terence made it bad for mrs chan cuz of yesterday. nah she didnt' deserve a happy teacher's day anyway. She went to make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fuss out of a small thing: small puddle of water on the darn floor. what the hell la. lol. ok im feeling rather bad for saying that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went swimming again this morning. The sun was good, and now, i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. ok maybe not that red you know. -hahahaha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went ICA after that. who knows what it stands for. no prize for getting it right. Wanted to make a new IC. The receptionist wanted to check my birthcertificate, my passport, and she asked if i brought any photos along. I did, but it was taken with a blue background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And so, i will have to take a photo with a white background. dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the photo in hand, i proceeded back to the counter, only to be told that i needed to bring either one of my parents IC along, or a photocopied version. shit that man. My brother didnt tell me that. He said it wasn't needed. That was a point, so i argued. The lady said: that was last time, now we need your parents IC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey how long ago was it? only a mere month. alright its pretty long. whatever. I was rather narked by that. bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reading Longman's dictionary of contemporary english, which, incidentally is my favourite book, (yea right)  I came across this new word. -hah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The word is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;first impression it gave me was the cry of an animal. Isn't it? the actuall meaning is: a word used to stress a point. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e.g. "A bright, nay blinding light". which actually means "not only bright, but also blinding"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Second meaning was " a noun". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-laughs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;meaning: a vote or a voter against an idea, plan, law, etc. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever. to me, nay is the cry of a freaking donkey. hee haw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112556098273011575?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112556098273011575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112556098273011575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112556098273011575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112556098273011575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-alone.html' title='I am alone...'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112542440890321187</id><published>2005-08-31T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:55:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rah rah rah.shut up you insects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/SUNSETS-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/SUNSETS-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life seems to be pretty boring nowadays. nothing special happens. My life is systematic, whichever way you view it. Today was the last day of break we had, and there will be school tomorrow. or rather, today. Anyway, systematic gives the impression of busy-ness i think. NO way i was busy the past few days. I was freaking cooped up at home. wow. How busy can i get? Not attending school this few days also meant that i lost all sense of timing. Although i am still sure of the day, i seem to lose track of time constantly. Was supposed to do something for mum, but i actually forgot all about it. How could i? but it wasn't anything big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone's asleep. As always, the crickets or whatever it might be are making hell load of a noise downstairs. This has been happening since who knows when, everynight, without fail. Funny how they always start sounding whenever i need a rest. They are virtually non-existent to me when i am busy, going about doing my shit. BUT BUT BUT. JUST at the moment i lay my head on the pillow, eyes closed, the sounds start! -curses-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't know why, but recently, i seem to be losing control over eveerything that i once had perfect &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOTAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; control over. Before i even realise what i am doing, and what devastating consequences it would definitely invite, i have done what i use to think was dumb. Of course, regret sets in almost immediately, but that doesn't mean that i won't be blurred enough to do what i did again. guess i have to act differently now under different situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right now, as your reading this, whoever, do not think of a white coloured mug with black coffee as its liquid content. do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-beams- at least i still have slight control over what people think. hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh man. wait. do i have the control. i said do not. whatever. Everytime i make mistakes, there is only one sort of mistake that i would always have the chance to correct, thanks to the graciousness of a certain someone. I need to clear that out of my mind. This is what leads to commiting of more mistakes. Even in days when i have the sun shining so brightly over me, dark clouds have always found a way to penetrate its way in and covers up my sun. MY sun. Not a day goes by in my life without a single unhappy incident happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darn the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRICKETS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a pretty dumb entry. its 2am. good night laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112542440890321187?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112542440890321187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112542440890321187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112542440890321187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112542440890321187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/rah-rah-rahshut-up-you-insects.html' title='rah rah rah.shut up you insects.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112524258627009509</id><published>2005-08-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:23:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the turtle's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/baby%20food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/baby%20food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dad was commenting on a picture of our family we took two years ago. And he said this: "Funny. You don't look like me at all." well no. in fact i resemble him the most. hah. then he went on saying: "Im so yandao." oh my buddha. surprises me sometimes that my parents still have the ability to joke. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling tired. cuz i swam. havent done that since don't know when. just know that it's been a long time since i swam. gaaah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pretty tired. that face in the baby food kinda creeps me out. alright, you might argue its not baby food. my brother did. -laughs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yucks. quit staring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112524258627009509?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112524258627009509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112524258627009509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112524258627009509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112524258627009509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/turtles-back.html' title='the turtle&apos;s back.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112522476461957054</id><published>2005-08-28T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:26:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is sunday. not every day is.</title><content type='html'>brawwwwww. yawns*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;darn tired. woke up like around 7 again. It's a sunday for my sake! Nobody wakes up so early on a sunday! I have to though. Dad and Mum always drags me out of bed. Don't take that to literal terms k. i am way too heavy for them to do that. -smiles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunday's are wushu days. From 7 to around 930. yea. then, i will have to rush back home, take a shower, which always felt so refreshing i don't want to get out of them. Why the rush? i have got darn tuition at 10. -laughs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh i'll be back. i guess. not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112522476461957054?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112522476461957054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112522476461957054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112522476461957054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112522476461957054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-sunday-not-every-day-is.html' title='today is sunday. not every day is.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112503275118635497</id><published>2005-08-26T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:26:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally got replacements.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/experince1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/experince1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to get a new ezlink card this morning. The things that i needed to bring with me were a passport size photo of myself, in SCHOOL UNIFORM. Birth certificate. I also brought the police report along with me. and i was real glad i did. if not i would have had to pay a freaking $17. Someone stole my sutff. its not due to negligence on my part. heh. though i still had to pay $9. uh huh. Most probably cuz this is my first time. Replacing my IC would definitely cost me a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:F@^&amp;amp;*G"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F*****G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; $100. thats crazy. If they keep providing this waiving of fees, nobody would ever really take care of their stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea. and max. hey you gotta cheer up man. I seriously don't think anybody is trying to compensate you for the time lost, with money. Besides, she's the coolest friend when she's with you. right? so your life's not bad. at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today, i came across another band. It rang a bell, guess i must have heard it somewhere before. somewhere la. just that i forgot. mm hmm. Placebo. Isn't that a name of some certain drug or something. by drugs i mean medicine. not those dumb pills or powder that idiots in this world waste so much of their money on, just so it can kill them slowly. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i blog in the after noon. heh. Dad always complains about me not using the internet productively when im using it in his presence. hey man im blogging! whats so un-productive about it? haha. and i realised i haven't watch charlie and the chocolate factory yet. i better not miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's still a long way to go before the day ends. maybe i'll be back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear your helmets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112503275118635497?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112503275118635497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112503275118635497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112503275118635497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112503275118635497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-got-replacements.html' title='finally got replacements.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112498067715723282</id><published>2005-08-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:37:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day for terence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/IM000087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/IM000087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that I always seem to go into a burping frenzy whenever i gorge myself with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt;. i know this is a pretty dumb question, and it only happens to me. hoho. didnt blog yesterday, as i was busy studying real hard for my Amath paper 2 today. Nothing special to me though. nothing different for a hardworking guy. like me. heh. I had to use an adult ezlink card, now that mine is with an asshole. fucker. thief. hypocrite. whatever. I suddenly realised how hard it can be to survive in this world as an adult, without your parents looking after you, correcting your mistakes and most important of all: The fact that they give you money on a regular basis. Without any loan documents or any other shitty implications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it can be quite frustrating living under the same room with them. sometimes. sometimes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My sister loves arguing with my parents. She belong under the group of people, who don't admit they are wrong, even if deep down in their hearts, they know that they have actually no cause to be upset at all. Stubborn bunch of people. Yesterday was uneventful. Tuition took up much of my afternoon. so much that it left me with only enough time to eat 6 small dumplings, played a stupid game for approximately 1 half hour, practised my dancing moves, did 200 pushups (not all at once la), then i had my dinner. wow, i had quite alot of time actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, terence got his phone stolen. Not that i discriminate against people of different races, but a certain race with people sporting brown skin always seem to be those who are the baddest among the whole population of this crime infused country. terence got his phone stolen. Esplanade. that's where. my parents always warned me against mixing with breakdancers. wtf. not all are bad, just the majority. There are alot of nice people too. like me, im not bad! =)) and rasul. call him boy. thats what he told me. taught me pretty much what i needed to know so that i can achieve 1990!! thaat's a breakdance move by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the rooftop terrace of esplanade, we were doing our usual stuff there. And today, there was this chinese poly student doing his project work there. photography work. and by chinese, i meant that he is from china. yea. zhong guo ren. he actually wanted us to pose for him, and he took lots of pictures. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So. all these summarises what happened. -laughs- not a very good one though. no wonder i always get a lousy grade for english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. the picture. i forgot. it was taken when i was in los angeles. disneyland. My brother's. lol. stupid pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112498067715723282?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112498067715723282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112498067715723282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112498067715723282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112498067715723282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-day-for-terence.html' title='bad day for terence.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112477379272661101</id><published>2005-08-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:09:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone and wallet. gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a darn sixteen years of existence in this world, today was the first time i lost my wallet and phone. both at once. not that i have lost them individually before. but. both, at once? that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so now, i lost my privacy, my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contacts, my links, and my fking money. It's not as if reporting will do any help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what normal people will do and would have done in a typical situation like this: find a fucker to blame. Yea. I want to. How? don't even know who or where to start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was bad too. I desperately need somebody, something, some-whatever, to enlighten me about life's complexity. Humans are evil. gaaah. Officially now, i belong to the club housing sufferers of human comtempt. whatever that meant. blah. when exams end on thursday. i'll be the only on who remains glum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     eat this. you ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112477379272661101?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112477379272661101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112477379272661101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112477379272661101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112477379272661101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-phone-and-wallet-gone.html' title='my phone and wallet. gone.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112461489878028053</id><published>2005-08-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:14:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok. What is it that i am feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/elmo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/elmo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just now, I read something on friendster. It really intrigues me when someone makes the comment "that person's hot".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It'd be more common to hear that from a guy. Well i guess i understand because i AM a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not that it isn't common hearing it from females, but i guess the girls just have much better taste than us guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guy: "That guy's hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girl: "Don't make me sick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happens to me all the time. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What i read, though, might just be able to trash this dumb view of mine. Trash as in, make it rubbish. Obviously, a female made this certain comment. Alright i shan't name names. hah. But trust me, the subject of the comment  is NOT HOT. AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; not at all. ok maybe not to me. But one's a huge number in terms of this. I am biased. Even Elmo's hotter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEFINITELY &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hotter. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know why? cuz' elmo's red. But recently, it turned stony brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is rubbish, i know.  I realised my entry is filled with buts. ok maybe not.  Tired of studying. Let's revise instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to REVISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112461489878028053?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112461489878028053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112461489878028053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112461489878028053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112461489878028053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-what-is-it-that-i-am-feeling.html' title='ok. What is it that i am feeling?'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112453213147111637</id><published>2005-08-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:02:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modest mouse. She ionizes and atomizes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/1600/funny%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7153/1406/400/funny%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. this song. when i read the lyrics, it appealed to me. it seemed nice. downloaded it, listened to it.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;experimented with html. And i got this. Not that good though. Still trying to get music into this dumb blog.&lt;br /&gt;Something happened. im worried. why would i feel this way. Maybe its because i don't know anything. I don't know what's going on. i only know that something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets talk about the picture.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i am going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112453213147111637?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112453213147111637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112453213147111637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112453213147111637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112453213147111637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/modest-mouse-she-ionizes-and-atomizes.html' title='Modest mouse. She ionizes and atomizes.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112450938255124203</id><published>2005-08-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:43:02.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is intriguing.</title><content type='html'>alright, i am trying real hard to understand what the hell all these funny funny buttons are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if the person who created this blog read this, incidentally, please explain to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the format editing button? so many funny buttons, but there just isn't one that does that. that is, bring me to the format editing page. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaah. this is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112450938255124203?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112450938255124203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112450938255124203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112450938255124203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112450938255124203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-intriguing.html' title='this is intriguing.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112377134508667138</id><published>2005-08-12T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:42:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright. whats this.</title><content type='html'>oh. didnt noe it was in this format. no wonder they could make it go all colouful and stuff. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, pretty cool. hahaha. thanks nu er =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh my. change of colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hey what am i. a child experimenting with poo? yea wadeva. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BIG.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ok not that big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;small. ok this is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SMALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is fun. hahahaha. fun. and its red. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok. this isn exactly what anyone would call a post. would it? heh. nothing more to say. maybe doin it seriously tmr? who noes. laughs. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112377134508667138?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112377134508667138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112377134508667138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112377134508667138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112377134508667138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright-whats-this.html' title='alright. whats this.'/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15256976.post-112360147489648464</id><published>2005-08-10T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:31:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;this is ally.&lt;br /&gt;LAU MA's NU ER.&lt;br /&gt;It's the national day and I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to help LAU MA create a blog.&lt;br /&gt;In which we shall all pray that he will blog!&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMS!&lt;br /&gt;and the address suits LAU MA.&lt;br /&gt;OVERSIZED-GIANT!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hail queen=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15256976-112360147489648464?l=icatchfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/feeds/112360147489648464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15256976&amp;postID=112360147489648464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112360147489648464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15256976/posts/default/112360147489648464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icatchfire.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-this-is-ally.html' title=''/><author><name>desmond.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14845961471805296322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
