tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55920672785235689542024-03-13T19:32:08.595+08:00Reminiscing;you and me is not important. its we that countsDance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2862947488364948162010-06-20T00:48:00.000+08:002010-06-20T00:52:22.712+08:00do you ?Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-46367208997769653942010-03-01T21:47:00.002+08:002010-03-01T22:05:23.410+08:00cut short ;hey,<br /><br />its been a long time since i did blog .. and im starting to lose the blogging spirit .. but there are some things i have yet to let out .. there's just too much to say. so i'd be pretty random with this... first of all , the nights seems much lonelier without you .. everynight , im alone , i've got no one to talk to , no one used to care as much as you did .. constant lectures and nags are starting to crush my spirit .. its like my parents have some thing against me or something .. why am i never good enough ? there are time's i sit by the phone , and in the pure silence of solitude , i could still remember your giggle .. but now , im just , me .. life seem pretty miserable .. giving up on everything i've know .. and why is everybody going away ? though there are times i have fun , but fun is only mommentary .. i smlie , cause everybody smiles .. everybody seem to have their perfect world , while me , im living in my perfect dream of a world .. everything i do , seems to have weighed me more .. and sleep gets less and less , my eyes would only close , but the sleep just wont fall deep .. morning showers cold like ice , the way i like it , to open up my eyes .. i tried to voice out once , then i tried again , but im not heard .. even my parents wont listen .. they just seem to have so much fun going at each other .. but the best part is , my closest friend seems to be my computer .. when i type , the words comes out , when i click it does exactly .. if only life was operated this way .. and sometimes , i might be trying too hard , forgive me , im just trying to find company .. Karma has its ways and im its victim .. its been fun having it around , now i want to live my own ..<br /><br />hear me out '<br /><br /><div align="right">giving up is an option,</div><div align="right">it lets you start a-new..</div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-87762716347157800682010-01-20T18:31:00.003+08:002010-01-20T18:38:27.008+08:00im no prepared ;<span style="font-size:180%;">you caught me so off guard .. im confused , but still , i stand strong in front of you , despite the pain in me .. times when i tried so hard to prove you wrong , you'd believe the unproven .. whats that ? what am i doing wrong ? though it might just be me from now , i wanna let you know , i had fallen for you .. but , i dont expect you to do the same . im running from here , to somewhere im less vulnerable ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><em>compromise the pain,</em></div><div align="right"><em>and you'd find joy ? </em></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em>you dont have to be nice to me , if you think im that bad</em></div><div align="right"><em>i'll treat you no different </em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-53564511677189371142009-12-30T22:32:00.002+08:002009-12-30T23:01:39.704+08:00tomorrow's a new day ;its been too long since i blogged about something . so now, in the mist of boredom on the last day of 2009 , i took the initiative to put something up .. this year had been a rough roller coaster ride for me. nothing seem to last or ay of this year . i guess the <em>feng sui</em> book was right , <em>this year for the dogs is particullarly hard as they lose alot in anything they owned</em> .. so next year , im gonna read about those kinda stuff to give a heads up on how a hard headed taurus would do in 2010..<br /><br /><br /><br />about 2009 ;<br /><br /><br /><br />its bee a year which i definitely will miss . it was a hectic year , but in the middle of all the chaos , i got reattached to my friends again , closer than before .. i guess i didnt know how important they are before . but now i do .. they made my year a great 1. other than that , i guess this year i truly found love .. never had i fell so deep, but i am.. this time im not letting it go .. not so soon . theres so much to talk about this year , but im only limited to talk about some of them , as happy memories for me , would be explict for the little ones who reads this ..<br /><br /><br /><br />im thankful for the chances that were given to me to experience many things .. theres not much i wouldnt do again for the next year .. but , let me tell you, we shall brace oursleves for 2010 , cause its the turning poimt right ? you know why ? its cause it is 2 years away from judgement day and 2 years after puberty .. so now puberty is out of the way , man up and face the world before its too late right ? ..<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em>'what am i talking about ..'</em></div><br /><div align="right"><em>theres only one regret ,</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>i never got a chance to realise my mistakes sooner,</em></div><div align="right"><em>to find a way to make it up to you,</em></div><div align="right"><em>to show you how much i love you.</em></div><br /><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>and now you're gone,</em></div><div align="right"><em>i reminisc everyday,</em></div><div align="right"><em>wishing i could do it all again.</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-79950418908287091822009-11-25T15:20:00.006+08:002009-11-25T15:36:16.446+08:00need i say more ? ;<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzd6X43w4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/54-IJe8wwf4/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407941247479825282" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzcI8BFLcI/AAAAAAAAASs/P3bk8L4jbtI/s320/Snapshot_20091120_14.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbghnvfTI/AAAAAAAAASk/l2vW2btRcdY/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407938604392480050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbghnvfTI/AAAAAAAAASk/l2vW2btRcdY/s320/Snapshot_20091120_18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407938602759096514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbgbiUCMI/AAAAAAAAASc/9fy9P-XtEzk/s320/Snapshot_20091120_22.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbgJHl-DI/AAAAAAAAASU/CFEBiJVmGao/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407938597815187506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbgJHl-DI/AAAAAAAAASU/CFEBiJVmGao/s320/Snapshot_20091120_23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzbf8_y-lI/AAAAAAAAASM/Z1gDI4WJdrw/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407938594561260114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzbf8_y-lI/AAAAAAAAASM/Z1gDI4WJdrw/s320/Snapshot_20091120_30.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbfU8R40I/AAAAAAAAASE/S-5jjkz8k7o/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407938583809090370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbfU8R40I/AAAAAAAAASE/S-5jjkz8k7o/s320/Snapshot_20091120_31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>really ? had a ball : )</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-89901149309193478392009-11-05T20:46:00.000+08:002009-11-05T20:49:09.631+08:00anticipate;<div align="center">i'll blog soon. so stop bugging me to update . </div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7566337742729631692009-10-15T18:14:00.004+08:002009-10-15T18:55:37.117+08:00mornings;<div>i know my friends are probably gonna be pissed about this. but i have to let it out.. though i have been mad, and though i have been saying things i dont mean.. in the pure silence solitude. theres only you in my mind. im not over it.. but theres nothing i can do. i really miss you.. i know you've been dying to see me messed up like this, so here you go. look at me, and see that im nothing.. everything nowadays brings back memories, that tear up a whole in my heart. from the way you smile, the way you walk and your funny little laugh. i miss them all.. every morning, i take a photo of you out, and get a good look at you to make my day. sometimes, songs just kills me if they remind me of anything.. the song that burns most to hear is, Morning - Janice Vidal. this song was heard when i viewed your blog for the first time.. and it will never be the last time i'll hear it. other than that, the way i tend to over do things sometimes, reminds me of the way you tend to try and stop me from doing it. i just somehow miss you doing that. the cheeky-ness we once had, will not be forgotten by me. i love you for that, remember?<br /><br />at night, sometimes i dream about holding you in my arms once more, looking into your eyes once more and even just be near you once more.. theres too many special things about you i cant explain, and too little time to think of any.. i know i had a bad breakdown, but its one mistake you hopefully can forgive. i didnt mean too, neither did i intend to force you away.. im sorry, sincerely. and i know being sincere is really important to you, well, this time i am.. and believe me when i say, i love you. people come and go, but once you had perfection, you wouldnt want anything else.. and i know you've found perfection, the love and tenderness you share with him. though it kills, i wish you guys all the best. and for him, take care of her, you wouldnt want to lose her, i promise.<br /></div><p align="left"><a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1900x1200/a/addicted_to_love-5949.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1900x1200/a/addicted_to_love-5949.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><br />a friend asked me, 'have you had an addiction or an obsession?'.. my answer was yes. but her next question was, 'have you cried so hard for that obsession that you forget about everything else?' i said 'no, but i have tried very hard to live without it.'.. so i guess that was my wake up call.. i had to try hard. but as hard as i try, i tend to end up like this once more. i cant bear this.. i cant.. but i'll remember the words you speak, and the promises you made.. time can only tell, for the blind like me, to see what we would become.. i'll miss you for more <em><strong>mornings</strong></em> to come. another two years wouldnt kill me to wait..<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>quote</strong>: '<em> if you dream about it hard enough, it would come true'</em></div><div align="center"><em>by Kellie Chong Qiao Yi</em></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div><br /></div><div align="right"><em>don't curse this post, dont say anything either</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>read it, and digest it. wake up the next morning</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>and make the best out of your life</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-39560457407738149002009-10-15T16:24:00.003+08:002009-10-15T16:46:52.433+08:00distractions;<em>- currently exhausted.</em><br /><br />firstly, in these past few days, im dong okay. not great, but im okay. thank God for that.. and for the anger post which i deleted recently, im sorry about that again. i believe that anger is misdirected passion. so forgive me.. and i've been thinking a lot lately. 'about what?' you may ask.. but im no sure about the answer myself.. i could say im thinking about everything. but theres not enough space on earth to hold these thoughts together. i'm tired of thinking about irrelevant things..<br /><br /><em>anyways,</em><br />after PMR which was tuesday not long ago if you still recall, we headed out to pyramid. it was with a few of my friends. though it wasnt really well planned. but i had a load of fun. when we got there, we went to TGI's for lunch. then soon after we walked around and i got my lip pierced. but my lip piercing didnt last very long though. i had to take it out due to parental explicit. after that, we had dinner at Carl's Junior and went back..after that we slept over at friends's houses. and now im back. didnt have much to do in school. but it was okay. had some friends there.<br /><br /><br />p.s.//<br />theres so many things going on, what's real, and what's not? maybe my problems have compiled together and it is gonna run me like 80 mph truck.<br /><br /><div align="right"><em>the smiles will not be replaced</em></div><div align="right"><em>the hole tearing throungh my chest is only getting worst</em></div><div align="right"><em>yet, the pain is my best distraction</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-39390753896533457212009-10-13T21:01:00.003+08:002009-10-13T21:21:04.827+08:00untitled;<div align="center"><em>i'll blog about freedom next time..</em></div><div align="center"><em>till then, take care..</em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-74373048156093026382009-10-11T18:35:00.001+08:002009-10-11T18:37:21.931+08:00crunch time;<div align="center">i know i said some things that i shouldnt have. but now i've chilled. and im sorry.</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>SORRY</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><em>im forgetting about it.</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-58289354429432389432009-10-11T09:29:00.002+08:002009-10-11T09:58:25.989+08:00if this is it;<p align="center"><em><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='388' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJd6sv4-cs4tG7tcoU-ZR2sxDkQ8187Sn7Abvu2qmy3AxPmBAy9GQhjxKikdxKcpxpQ53LQR5Vi4YJJt1aiw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></em></p><p align="center"><em>____</p><div align="left">I remember what you wore on the first day</em></div><div align="left"><em>You came into my life</em></div><div align="left"><em>And I thought hey</em></div><div align="left"><em>You know this could be something</em></div><div align="left"><em>'Cause everything you do and words you say</em></div><div align="left"><em>You know that it all takes my breath away</em></div><div align="left"><em>And now I'm left with nothing</em></div><div align="left"><em>So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you</em></div><div align="left"><em>Maybe two is better than one</em></div><div align="left"><em>But There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life</em></div><div align="left"><em>And you've already got me coming undone</em></div><div align="left"><em>And I'm thinking two, is better than one</em></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">boys like girls feat taylor swift - two is better than one</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">-</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">-</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#666666;">-</span></em></div><div align="right"><em>how do you stand by and watch us fall..</em></div><div align="right"><em>you had your second chance, where's mine?</em></div><div align="right"> </div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-64016209002190196222009-10-09T13:30:00.002+08:002009-10-09T14:40:44.700+08:00breathe;<div align="center">i heard this song from a friends blog recently.</div><div align="center">it brings back memories..</div><div align="center">you should hear it too..</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='374' height='284' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzLSdsJ-PbAjbxPgjH5Pl1wdIa7gKSu7iNcaThMTADVgxt3aYEAoiMi9yOEbsVmsMVn8sy8JD7cbyc62SkTXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">_______</p>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-40490460388968473972009-10-08T16:33:00.003+08:002009-10-08T16:46:32.914+08:00remember when;<em></em><br /><em>-currently stiching a gaping hole on my shoulder.</em><br /><br /><br />it has barely been a week, and its already killing me.. my footsteps with heavy drags and my head down as though the floor amuses me.. am i too late? or maybe its too soon. i dont know. i dont know anything anymore, i dont know you anymore, i dont know me anymore.. constant hits to the chest would still not make this pain go away. the hole in me is gaping; more hollow than ever.. across the court i walked, and i could see you there beside me. but its only the images in my mind which i could only remmeber. i've lived it, i've believed it and now i dream about it.. the empty space beside me seems to be unoccupied. why? i just dont know.. you could do it, why cant i?.. i've never been this unwilling to let this go. maybe its because i never wanted this after the long hours of sleepless nights and constant nudges i gave to make it work.. maybe, i did love..<br />i hope i could be better soon, i dont want to seem to be the weaker one among us two.. but what i dont get is, no matter how hard i try to explain, im rejected of a second thought. nothing i say would ever work right now.. and its okay. i dont mind trying..<br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>people say:</em></div><div align="right"><em>face the facts and live your life</em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>i say:</em></div><div align="right"><em>live your life and face the facts</em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>the difference is obscene</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-53738002349111926522009-10-05T18:21:00.005+08:002009-10-05T19:10:54.701+08:00the mist;-<em> currently fragmented..</em><br /><br /><br />i got to admitt. i've been through alot of bull shit with you, but you made it worthwhile.. you once said these things that happen to us, makes us stronger. after that, i felt secure enough to not try to think about this day to come. but it did.. and this post is not here to diss you, its to tell you how much i appreciated you. though it may not be clear then, but now i see, how much you really were in my life..<br /><br />you were, some sort of what i called a dream. you were, mostly what i had hoped for to come true. you were my support, you were my all. i gave you everything, and not hoped for nothing back in return, but just for you to stay.. little did i know, it didnt pay off trying.. it probably would have paid off by just doing it. its too late to try, yet too early give up. you were too much of a good thing, and probably some of the best things.. i remembered never failing to smile when i saw you everyday with your eyes wide open and your smile too beutiful to be true; to be mine.. you are everything everyone hopes for.. but a few minor touches in you should be polished up. i failed to do so, but im hoping the next one would change you more effectively than the way i did it..<br /><br />well me, im here, always here, but never forever.. im sorry to have been such a burden for you. but im pretty sure you're happier than i am. so, i wont be worrying so much about you.. as for me, i'll do fine.. if i ever stop thinking about this.. but till then, miss me.. dont forget me.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>'i am down, but not defeated'</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://assets.disaboom.com/Images/ConditionSummary/pain.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://assets.disaboom.com/Images/ConditionSummary/pain.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>the photos of you are mine to keep</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>it makes me happy once i take a look at it</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>it reminds me that</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>the best things in life dont last forever</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>as we could only last a life time</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>till forever leaves us old and gray</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-39281595362742226812009-10-05T16:44:00.000+08:002009-10-05T16:46:25.133+08:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;">i want to let it out..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">but there's no point..</span></em>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-85392299965774506932009-10-04T10:32:00.005+08:002009-10-04T10:55:08.936+08:00tell me;- currently thinking about whaats important; but unsure..<br /><br /><br />i dont know what to say to you. i dont know what to do. i've lost all hopes, and given up all my dreams. there's no sense of holding on in me anymore. what i thought was meant to be, is now a tragedy. i was meant to love you, but you werent meant to love me.. this feeling in me, is hard to describe. though its painful, everytime i see you, i would smile.. thought im mad, i tend to forget about it. but this time, your ego is worst than mine. you're unwilling to lose, you're unwilling to make things right for me. i have to do it.. but i've done enough, i thought you knew. i know you have the tendancy to let this go, as it all means nothing to you, if im not trying.. but i am in disbelief, if you still don't understand. yesterday, was the first night i slept without you wishing me my sweetdreams.. i didnt get any, except the urge to tell you this.. this could be the final straw, i am hanging by a thread.. but i know you have already given up. and i think i should too. if you're planning to say goodbye, try not to be too sharp with your words.. im about to break into millions of trillions of tiny pieces.. but dont worry, im fine.. i know i'll be happy, as long as you are..<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>my almost lover</em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Your fingertips across my skin. </div><div align="center">The palm trees swaying in the wind. </div><div align="center">Images. </div><div align="center">You sang me Spanish lullabies. </div><div align="center">The sweetest sadness in your eyes. </div><div align="center">Clever trick. </div><div align="center">I never want to see you unhappy. </div><div align="center">I thought you'd want the same for me. </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Goodbye, my almost lover. </div><div align="center">Goodbye, my hopeless dream. </div><div align="center">I'm trying not to think about you. </div><div align="center">Can't you just let me be?. </div><div align="center">So long, my luckless romance. </div><div align="center">My back is turned on you. </div><div align="center">I should've known you'd bring me heartache. </div><div align="center">Almost lovers always do. </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">We walked along a crowded street. </div><div align="center">You took my hand and danced with me. </div><div align="center">Images. </div><div align="center">And when you left you kissed my lips. </div><div align="center">You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no. </div><div align="center">I never want to see you unhappy. </div><div align="center">I thought you'd want the same for me. </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Goodbye, my almost lover. </div><div align="center">Goodbye, my hopeless dream. </div><div align="center">I'm trying not to think about you. </div><div align="center">Can't you just let me be?</div><div align="center">So long, my luckless romance. </div><div align="center">My back is turned on you.</div><div align="center"> I should've known you'd bring me heartache. </div><div align="center">Almost lovers always do. </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">I cannot go to the ocean. </div><div align="center">I cannot drive the streets at night. </div><div align="center">I cannot wake up in the morning. </div><div align="center">Without you on my mind. </div><div align="center">So you're gone and I'm haunted. </div><div align="center">And I bet you are just fine. </div><div align="center">Did I make it that easy. </div><div align="center">To walk right in and out of my life? </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center">Goodbye, my almost lover. </div><div align="center">Goodbye, my hopeless dream. </div><div align="center">I'm trying not to think about you. </div><div align="center">Can't you just let me be? </div><div align="center">So long, my luckless romance. </div><div align="center">My back is turned on you. </div><div align="center">I should've known you'd bring me heartache. </div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center"><em>Almost lovers always do..</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666666;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#666666;">-</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><em>listen, would you cry to this?</em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"almost lover - a fine frenzy"</span></em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-23370944379227200532009-09-28T22:18:00.003+08:002009-09-28T22:31:49.211+08:00state the obvious;-<em> Currently thinking about the <strong>ugly truth</strong>..</em><br /><br /><br />everyday seems to go by <em>fine</em>. everyday seems to go by <em>mundanely</em>. where's the excitement? where's was that '<em>ummph'</em> that i used to have. so many things to say, so little time.. whats left of this, which we all call friendship? whats left to belief, when truth to be told, we're living a lie? i just feel relentless torture. <em>Signs</em> made me belief the feeling was true, nevertheless, life told me that going down that road <em>might not be possible</em>.. its all neurosis. but i hope it isnt. maybe i will find that dream of being that <em>special someone</em> for that <em>special someone</em> who totally feels im their <em>special someone</em>, <em>someday</em>...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Dear Reader,</em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em>its not that i want you,</em></div><div align="center"><em>its not that i need you,</em></div><div align="center"><em>its because i have you,</em></div><div align="center"><em>you mean so much more..</em></div><div align="center"><em>-</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>take care from your <strong>true</strong> friend.</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-88295961701220811382009-09-19T12:43:00.005+08:002009-09-19T16:15:23.861+08:00he better be perfect;-currently hoping that i will someday be as lucky as you..<br /><br /><br />theres so much i have yet to tell you. but this time, i have to let go. when you first told me you had eyes for a new one, it somehow tug me a little. i couldnt find the words to say, and acted i was still steady. i know, i put you through the same thing before. and you had no complaints. anyways, i didnt know how much you meant to me till then. but i soon came to realise i was happy for you and pushed what i had felt aside. actually, im really happy for you now. theres only so much i can help you and i would do anything to help you anyways. i guess, if you care for someone, you would be happy for them no matter what..<br /><br /><br />but hey, all good things have to come to an end. but i never thought i would lose this. sometimes, when your name is mentioned, i would think about you for a moment. sometimes when you walk by me, i would take a peek with the corner of my eyes but only from a distance. though all of it has passed, why is there a wall that is holding me back from talking to you. sometimes i just wonder.. but no matter how much pain i caused you, im sorry.. and i hope hurting you is not the reason for you to remember me by. remember me by the guy who walked pass your life.. and took you along my journey to open up your mind and heart to the different feelings that love has to offer.. and i hope to hear from you from time to time..<br /><br /><br />who would have thought a bond like us that we had before would have ended. who would have thought, we came this far either.. we definitely had our moments. now, take those experience and use it in your new life.. dont hold back. and go on. dont do something you will regret, and knowing you, dont keep your feelings to yourself. no matter how corny it is, thats life..<br /><br /><br />after you read this, dont hesistate. <em>go go go!</em> there will be a time for us. so dun worry. im always there, root-ed to the arteries and vein of your heart. you cant take me out.. so, <em>live with it</em>. you have definitely left your mark on me.. but dont leave a mark on him. embed<em> you</em> on him. dont let go of your believes.. and im always here for support if you need any..<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">remember when i promised you i would be here no matter what?</div><div align="center">i mean it. so dont forget..</div><br /><br /><div align="left">lastly, i know how you are, dont always look down on yourself. you're capable of so much more. you have no idea how much you can do. so, do your thing, which you do best, capture the heart of your loved one. be strong and be confident.. and think positive right? this time, the time and place is already set for you. this time its clear.. this time its fate.. stay happy. i love it when you're happy. it makes me feel satisfied, and less work for me to do too.. haha..</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>you wont be lonely; when im here.</em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://neftriplecrunch.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/lighttunnel.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://neftriplecrunch.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/lighttunnel.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><em>'there always light at the end of a tunnel'</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>I close both locks below the window</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>I close both blinds and turn away</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>Sometimes solutions aren't so simple</em><br /></div><div align="right"><em>Sometimes good bye's the only way</em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">'shaadow of the day- linkin park'</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="right"><em>my love.</em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i will always be the same</span>.</span></em></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">'this time - wonder girls'</span></em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-23640318460333190202009-09-17T23:30:00.003+08:002009-09-18T00:06:07.120+08:00tension;<div><br /><div><em>- currently saving spit for later.</em></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>i dont know why, but i think i really am a functionary. my mouth blabber words only i understand. theres nothing i can put across to make someone get it anymore. im losing my mind. really frustrated. i really dont know what you want, im pretty sure you dont want this. and im pretty sure there nothing you would wanna sacrifice for this. so, feel free to slowly part.. im just wondering about, how am i going to sleep. my mind can't rest till i hear something solid to satisfy it. this too much, really. i have never felt like this before.. its somehow, a slow and very the least, painful, death.. i've completely lost who i am. and will never be the same again.. but as people say, <em>time flies, we wouldnt know whats gonna happen</em>.. sometimes i wish we were the way we used to be..</div><div><br /> </div><div>anyways,</div><div> </div><div>today was a regular day. had two papers in the morning and free till the bell rang to go. have a week to study for one subject, its all good. after school, went out with some friends. these guys actuall made me feel better. firstly,i had to wait half an hour for sonia, simmren and <em>'you know who'</em> to come down. i said hi to them but not<em> 'you know who'</em>. soon sonia pulled me to S.A. and then to seven eleven, then to S.A. again. while being there i waved to <em>'you know who'</em>.. <em>she </em>waved back. so it was all good. then, syaz came and wanted to eat in tanjung. so sure, we went. i didnt want to go as <em>she </em>was there. but i had to somehow. so i walked passed <em>her</em> and said hi. you dont know how red i felt.. my cheeks were burning. then, sonia, <em>supposedly</em> had to get ceadit. then she ask me to teman her (what an excuse). she did that on purpose so i would walk pass <em>'you know who'</em>.. then when we came back, <em>she</em> was about to go back soon. i said bye to <em>her</em>.. and thsts the end to that..</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><em>'the anastatic - friends'</em><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdRWv7j1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Kb55-NwPK8/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382467057406938962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdRWv7j1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Kb55-NwPK8/s320/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">daus; his ridiculous piano skills<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdSXzZ2JI/AAAAAAAAARE/SFRc-z2Sb5o/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382467074869811346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdSXzZ2JI/AAAAAAAAARE/SFRc-z2Sb5o/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">syaz; belum pro lagi.</div><div align="center">but more pro than anyone in the room<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdR6S6wpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/T9dK1VS5F7o/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382467066948928146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdR6S6wpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/T9dK1VS5F7o/s320/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">sonia; my instructor. soon to be rockstar.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div>after dinner, we went to yamaha to play some guitar. but i dunno how to play. so i watched, and learnt how to play 'happy birthday'. after that daus came and showed us his piano skills. afeter that we all headed back to tanjung to lepak. after lepaking for quite sometime, it was time to part. so then we left, one by one.. and i went home last. as usual, i didnt want to bother anyone.</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div align="right"><em>..listen to the light breeze</em></div><div align="right"><em>you feel that?</em></div></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-48408112917299526362009-09-16T21:21:00.010+08:002009-09-16T22:07:14.472+08:00muder;<em>-currently trying to kill myself.</em><br /><br /><br />just when i realised im hurt enough, guess what smacked me in the face? a post about the ex boyfriend. really? how much more insecure can i get? how am i not supposed to be paranoid. <em>sure, we have not enough problems right?</em> yea, i guess we're <em>doing great</em>.<br /><br />out of the mist of the pain, i come to read about;<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"i still think of you, and still hopes for your call...</em></div><div align="center"><em>still remember my first this and that...</em></div><div align="center"><em>blablabla..."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /></div><br />im really tired. and im not having much breaks in between this chaos.. its like a never-ending flow of disasters. sometimes i just cant take it. sometime i just wished i could say, <em>why dont you call him? if you are already weaiting for his calls. why dont you use a MILLION words to bring him back instead of thousands. why not cry another thousand drops of tears if he is all that worth it. why dont you just start over with him, spend another birthday with him, and pretend i was never alive.. hold on to his love forever..</em> remember all you want, if you carry on doing so, im not promising you anything anymore. i've suffered enough. theres only so much i can do. the damage is not repairable.. this just kills..<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">you once asked me,<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em>why do i hang on after all the damaged you've caused...</em></strong><br /></div><div align="center">now im asking you to ask yourself,<br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong>what have i not done to make him walk away...</strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2248457256_cc2925a2d1_m.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2248457256_cc2925a2d1_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em></em></p><p align="right"><em>i dont seem to have you to hold on to anymore.</em><br /><em>what is there to believe in this, together anymore.</em></p><p align="right"><em>your post was not about us,</em></p><p align="right"><em>that's the peoblem..</em></p><p align="left"><em>i guess 'this is fate!' right?..</em></p><p align="center"><em>forgive what i said; im just moaning in pain.</em></p>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-78592444627096262362009-09-12T11:10:00.002+08:002009-09-12T11:23:31.225+08:00unwell;- currently reminiscing; missing her..<br /><br /><br />there are so many protestable thoughts in me to argue with you. im holding back to tell them all. i dont want you to hover further and further a way from me. remember the time you told mw not to tell anybody about what we do? then why do you tell random guys, about what happened to us? are they really your friends to tell? i just want to know..<br /><br />driving on the freeway, till this song came on the radio. it came to me, and i had all my memories floooding back. maybe what im feeling now would go away. maybe im not over what i had to go through. <em>but i know im not crazy</em>. <em>im just, <strong>unwell.</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><div align="right"><em>All day </em></div><div align="right"><em>Staring at the ceiling </em></div><div align="right"><em>Making friends with shadows on my wall </em></div><div align="right"><em>All night </em></div><div align="right"><em>Hearing voices telling me </em></div><div align="right"><em>That I should get some sleep </em></div><div align="right"><em>Because tomorrow might be good for something </em></div><div align="right"><em>Hold on I'm feeling like I'm headed for a </em></div><div align="right"><em>Breakdown I don't know why </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know, right now you can't tell </em></div><div align="right"><em>But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see </em></div><div align="right"><em>A different side of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know, right now you don't care </em></div><div align="right"><em>But soon enough you're gonna think of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>And how I used to be </em></div><div align="right"><em>Me </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>Talking to myself in public </em></div><div align="right"><em>Dodging glances on the train </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know they've all been talking 'bout me </em></div><div align="right"><em>I can hear them whisper </em></div><div align="right"><em>And it makes me think there must be something wrong </em></div><div align="right"><em>With me </em></div><div align="right"><em>Out of all the hours thinking </em></div><div align="right"><em>Somehow </em></div><div align="right"><em>I've lost my mind </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know, right now you can't tell </em></div><div align="right"><em>But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see </em></div><div align="right"><em>A different side of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know right now you don't care </em></div><div align="right"><em>But soon enough you're gonna think of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>And how I used to be </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>I been talking in my sleep </em></div><div align="right"><em>Pretty soon they'll come to get me </em></div><div align="right"><em>Yeah, they're taking me away </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know, right now you can't tell </em></div><div align="right"><em>But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see </em></div><div align="right"><em>A different side of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em>I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired </em></div><div align="right"><em>I know, right now you don't care </em></div><div align="right"><em>But soon enough you're gonna think of me </em></div><div align="right"><em>And how I used to be </em></div><div align="right"><em>Hey, how I used to be </em></div><div align="right"><em>How I used to be, Well I'm just a little unwell</em></div><div align="right"><em>How I used to be </em></div><div align="right"><em>How I used to be</em></div><div align="right">-</div><div align="right"><em>'Unwell- Matchbox 20'</em></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="center"><em><strong>stay positive</strong></em> </div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-86886170862774946022009-09-10T20:59:00.002+08:002009-09-10T21:06:34.718+08:00tap-out;<div align="center"><a href="http://www.authenticsportscollectibles.com/store/images/jf_8h.jpeg"><img style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://www.authenticsportscollectibles.com/store/images/jf_8h.jpeg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><em>i have too many bruises,</em></div><div align="right"><em>to keep fighting on like this</em></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="right"><em>i'm falling hard</em></div><div align="right"><em>and i don't think im getting up soon</em></div><div align="right"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>dont be like me,</em></div><div align="left"><em>get on; being you..</em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>im sorry..</em></div><div align="right"><em> </div><div align="right"><br /></div></em><div align="center"></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-12677689567408452952009-09-08T18:42:00.004+08:002009-09-08T21:29:46.822+08:00pain-prone;<em>smile, and tell me</em>..<br /><br />i am worried about that; but theres nothing i could say if you don't think i wouldnt. but go ahead, run away; lead your life, go your way..<br /><br />when you look into my eyes, you really see that? i know i've given up alot. but you are reluctant to receive it full heartedly. you would still say its not fair; im always giving and not taking. its my choice to do that. but now, its not like that anymore.. its already mutual.. you have just as much pain as i do.. what you say is completely over-rated..<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">so you're saying its really hard; that means you want me to go? if that's what you mean, then just watch me.. remember : if you push, i go..<br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em>a propitiatory statement</em></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-41768367826058118022009-09-08T17:40:00.004+08:002009-09-08T18:11:23.308+08:00its sticky;- Currently having my back break on its own<br /><br /><br />i thought today was fine. i thought today was okay. but little did i know, i can't do what i wanted too. im afraid. afraid of what might happen to her. i tried standing strong. but after yesterady's sleepless night, that conversation with her mum, made my leg shake out of control; its hard enough to stand still. frequently getting lost starring into the mid-air, thinking, in a middle of a convo. friends did all they could to cheer me up.. some succeed but some just brought me back to square one..<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>"what are we going to do now.."</strong></em></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left">this question lingered in my mind and never got out. i searched for an answer from deep within yet my brain but failed to find a solution. a sudden change of plans; search my heart. after a long survey of options, there was never really a firm one.. all i thought about was what you wanted.. when i started to think about what i wanted, it was clear that i wanted you to still be a part of my life. its not fair, its really not.. but i would really want to make the best out of it.. theres too little time and so much more obstacles to get pass.. </div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em>hmm...</em> </div><div align="left">if you ever want to tell me what you want to do. tell me in the face..<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>'i'm hanging on..'</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><a href="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px" alt="" src="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>'slip away in silence; so i don't hear...'</em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><em><a href="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lettinggo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lettinggo.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>-</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="right"><em>good as it may sound</em></div><div align="right"><em>i know myself that cant be</em></div><div align="right"><em>and i didnt feel bad about it till right then</em></div><div align="right"><em></em><em>had to remind her that we were just pretend</em></div><div align="right"><em>-</em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>i said baby i want you</em></div><div align="right"><em>but</em><em> stay with the real thing</em></div><div align="right"><em>i never loved you enough</em></div><div align="right"><em>see i only want you</em></div><div align="right"><em>but</em><em> stay with the real thing</em></div><div align="right"><em>stay with the real thing</em></div><div align="right"><em>stay with your real life</em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">'Ne-Yo - The Real Thing'</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em>hush, dont ask me why ...</em><a href="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg"></a></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-27660190402235515642009-09-07T12:25:00.005+08:002009-09-07T12:59:51.808+08:00out-run;- Currently cleaning up the blood.<br /><br />woke up with a bleeding nose this morning. didnt care much, just let it bleed. soon had breakfast with my parents before my tutor comes. in the mist of all the eggs, bread and other stuff, i told my parents...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"<strong>i want to go to Aussie next year</strong>.."</em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">i didnt know what got into me. i just said it. maybe its cause i cant bear to stay here anymore. what is there for here to offer? i just want to get away from this.. far far away. i'm still sprung on what i said. i rushed that sentence without thinking; no hesitation. i just want to take time off this place and figure out who i am and what i'll be; i cant continue living this way... my priorities here are all pushed aside; im really distracted.. i need a clear path.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"><em>anyways,</em></div><div align="left"><em></em><br />my parents asked me if i was okay after a moment of silence. my dad gave me a stare while my mum was worried about me. she knew i didnt really want to go and im going because im trying to escape from something.. to make her bug me less, i gave her a simple answer..</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"<strong>i don't want to sit for SPM</strong>.."</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><br /></div><div align="left">obviously i lied. but i cant tell her. and though im not willing to let all the friends i have here go; i think it would definitely be better for me. by the way, i could burden my friends less. now, my parents want a firm answer.. they are giving me a week to make up my mind. they are really hoping to move-over there too.. i usually disagree completely on going.. but now, im thinking twice..<br /></div><div align="left"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://scienceblogs.com/sciencetolife/brain%20drain.png"><img style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="http://scienceblogs.com/sciencetolife/brain%20drain.png" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><em>'navigate me to my sanctuary, <strong>somewhere</strong>'</em></p><p align="center"><em>-</em></p><div align="right"><em>shoot me with a fusillade of bullets to stop me,</em></div><div align="right"><em>would you do that?</em></div><div align="right"></div>Dance Steadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404noreply@blogger.com0