<?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-5592067278523568954</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:16:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing;</title><subtitle type='html'>you and me is not important. its we that counts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-286294748836494816</id><published>2010-06-20T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:52:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-286294748836494816?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/286294748836494816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/286294748836494816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/286294748836494816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you.html' title='do you ?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4636720899776965394</id><published>2010-03-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:05:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut short ;</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me out '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;giving up is an option,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it lets you start a-new..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4636720899776965394?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4636720899776965394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/03/cut-short.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4636720899776965394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4636720899776965394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/03/cut-short.html' title='cut short ;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8776271634715780068</id><published>2010-01-20T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:38:27.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im no prepared ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;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 ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;compromise the pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'd find joy ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont have to be nice to me , if you think im that bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll treat you no different &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8776271634715780068?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8776271634715780068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-no-prepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8776271634715780068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8776271634715780068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-no-prepared.html' title='im no prepared ;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5356451167718937114</id><published>2009-12-30T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:01:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's a new day ;</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;em&gt;feng sui&lt;/em&gt; book was right , &lt;em&gt;this year for the dogs is particullarly hard as they lose alot in anything they owned&lt;/em&gt; .. 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2009 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'what am i talking about ..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres only one regret ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never got a chance to realise my mistakes sooner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find a way to make it up to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to show you how much i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now you're gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i reminisc everyday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing i could do it all again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7995041890828709182</id><published>2009-11-25T15:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:36:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need i say more ? ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzd6X43w4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/54-IJe8wwf4/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407941247479825282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzd6X43w4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/54-IJe8wwf4/s320/Snapshot_20091120_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzbf8_y-lI/AAAAAAAAASM/Z1gDI4WJdrw/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SwzbfU8R40I/AAAAAAAAASE/S-5jjkz8k7o/s1600/Snapshot_20091120_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;really ? had a ball : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7995041890828709182?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7995041890828709182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7995041890828709182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7995041890828709182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-i-say-more.html' title='need i say more ? ;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Swzd6X43w4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/54-IJe8wwf4/s72-c/Snapshot_20091120_28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8990114930919347839</id><published>2009-11-05T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:49:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipate;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll blog soon. so stop bugging me to update . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8990114930919347839?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8990114930919347839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticipate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8990114930919347839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8990114930919347839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/11/anticipate.html' title='anticipate;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-756633774272963169</id><published>2009-10-15T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:55:37.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mornings;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/wallpapers/1900x1200/a/addicted_to_love-5949.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mornings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to come. another two years wouldnt kill me to wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quote&lt;/strong&gt;: '&lt;em&gt; if you dream about it hard enough, it would come true'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Kellie Chong Qiao Yi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't curse this post, dont say anything either&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read it, and digest it. wake up the next morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make the best out of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-756633774272963169?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/756633774272963169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/756633774272963169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/756633774272963169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/mornings.html' title='mornings;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3956045740773814900</id><published>2009-10-15T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:46:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distractions;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- currently exhausted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.//&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smiles will not be replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hole tearing throungh my chest is only getting worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, the pain is my best distraction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3956045740773814900?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3956045740773814900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3956045740773814900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3956045740773814900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/distractions.html' title='distractions;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3939075389653345721</id><published>2009-10-13T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:21:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll blog about freedom next time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then, take care..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3939075389653345721?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3939075389653345721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3939075389653345721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3939075389653345721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='untitled;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7437304815609302638</id><published>2009-10-11T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:37:21.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crunch time;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i said some things that i shouldnt have. but now i've chilled. and im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SORRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im forgetting about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7437304815609302638?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7437304815609302638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/crunch-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7437304815609302638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7437304815609302638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/crunch-time.html' title='crunch time;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5828935442943238943</id><published>2009-10-11T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:58:25.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if this is it;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-39e456904dc2b172" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boys like girls feat taylor swift - two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you stand by and watch us fall..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you had your second chance, where's mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5828935442943238943?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5828935442943238943/comments/default' title='Post 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6401620900219019622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6401620900219019622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/breathe.html' title='breathe;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4049046038896847397</id><published>2009-10-08T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:46:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-currently stiching a gaping hole on my shoulder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;face the facts and live your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live your life and face the facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the difference is obscene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4049046038896847397?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4049046038896847397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4049046038896847397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i am down, but not defeated'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.disaboom.com/Images/ConditionSummary/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://assets.disaboom.com/Images/ConditionSummary/pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the photos of you are mine to keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me happy once i take a look at it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it reminds me that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best things in life dont last forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as we could only last a life time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till forever leaves us old and gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5373800234911192652?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5373800234911192652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/mist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5373800234911192652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5373800234911192652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/mist.html' title='the mist;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3928159536274222681</id><published>2009-10-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:46:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to let it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there's no point..&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/5592067278523568954-3928159536274222681?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3928159536274222681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-let-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3928159536274222681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3928159536274222681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-let-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8539229996577450693</id><published>2009-10-04T10:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:55:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me;</title><content type='html'>- currently thinking about whaats important; but unsure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my almost lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Images. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clever trick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never want to see you unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just let me be?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long, my luckless romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My back is turned on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost lovers always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked along a crowded street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took my hand and danced with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Images. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never want to see you unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long, my luckless romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My back is turned on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I should've known you'd bring me heartache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost lovers always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot go to the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without you on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I bet you are just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I make it that easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To walk right in and out of my life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just let me be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long, my luckless romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My back is turned on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost lovers always do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listen, would you cry to this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"almost lover - a fine frenzy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8539229996577450693?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8539229996577450693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8539229996577450693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8539229996577450693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me.html' title='tell me;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2337094437922720053</id><published>2009-09-28T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:31:49.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>state the obvious;</title><content type='html'>-&lt;em&gt; Currently thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;ugly truth&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday seems to go by &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;. everyday seems to go by &lt;em&gt;mundanely&lt;/em&gt;. where's the excitement? where's was that '&lt;em&gt;ummph'&lt;/em&gt; 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. &lt;em&gt;Signs&lt;/em&gt; made me belief the feeling was true, nevertheless, life told me that going down that road &lt;em&gt;might not be possible&lt;/em&gt;.. its all neurosis. but i hope it isnt. maybe i will find that dream of being that &lt;em&gt;special someone&lt;/em&gt; for that &lt;em&gt;special someone&lt;/em&gt; who totally feels im their &lt;em&gt;special someone&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Reader,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not that i want you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not that i need you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its because i have you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you mean so much more..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take care from your &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2337094437922720053?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2337094437922720053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/state-obvious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2337094437922720053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2337094437922720053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/state-obvious.html' title='state the obvious;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8829596170122081138</id><published>2009-09-19T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:15:23.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he better be perfect;</title><content type='html'>-currently hoping that i will someday be as lucky as you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you read this, dont hesistate. &lt;em&gt;go go go!&lt;/em&gt; 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, &lt;em&gt;live with it&lt;/em&gt;. you have definitely left your mark on me.. but dont leave a mark on him. embed&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; on him. dont let go of your believes.. and im always here for support if you need any..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember when i promised you i would be here no matter what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean it. so dont forget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wont be lonely; when im here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neftriplecrunch.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/lighttunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://neftriplecrunch.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/lighttunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'there always light at the end of a tunnel'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close both locks below the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close both blinds and turn away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'shaadow of the day- linkin park'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'this time - wonder girls'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8829596170122081138?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8829596170122081138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-better-be-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8829596170122081138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8829596170122081138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-better-be-perfect.html' title='he better be perfect;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2364031846033319020</id><published>2009-09-17T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:06:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tension;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- currently saving spit for later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;time flies, we wouldnt know whats gonna happen&lt;/em&gt;.. sometimes i wish we were the way we used to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;'you know who'&lt;/em&gt; to come down. i said hi to them but not&lt;em&gt; 'you know who'&lt;/em&gt;. soon sonia pulled me to S.A. and then to seven eleven, then to S.A. again. while being there i waved to &lt;em&gt;'you know who'&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;was there. but i had to somehow. so i walked passed &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; and said hi. you dont know how red i felt.. my cheeks were burning. then, sonia, &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; had to get ceadit. then she ask me to teman her (what an excuse). she did that on purpose so i would walk pass &lt;em&gt;'you know who'&lt;/em&gt;.. then when we came back, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was about to go back soon. i said bye to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.. and thsts the end to that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'the anastatic - friends'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdRWv7j1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Kb55-NwPK8/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daus; his ridiculous piano skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdSXzZ2JI/AAAAAAAAARE/SFRc-z2Sb5o/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;syaz; belum pro lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but more pro than anyone in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdR6S6wpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/T9dK1VS5F7o/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonia; my instructor. soon to be rockstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..listen to the light breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you feel that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2364031846033319020?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2364031846033319020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/tension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2364031846033319020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2364031846033319020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/tension.html' title='tension;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SrJdRWv7j1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Kb55-NwPK8/s72-c/DSC01120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4840811291729952636</id><published>2009-09-16T21:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:07:14.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muder;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-currently trying to kill myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;sure, we have not enough problems right?&lt;/em&gt; yea, i guess we're &lt;em&gt;doing great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the mist of the pain, i come to read about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i still think of you, and still hopes for your call...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still remember my first this and that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blablabla..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;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..&lt;/em&gt; 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you once asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do i hang on after all the damaged you've caused...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now im asking you to ask yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what have i not done to make him walk away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2248457256_cc2925a2d1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2248457256_cc2925a2d1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont seem to have you to hold on to anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is there to believe in this, together anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your post was not about us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's the peoblem..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess 'this is fate!' right?..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgive what i said; im just moaning in pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4840811291729952636?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4840811291729952636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/muder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4840811291729952636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4840811291729952636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/muder.html' title='muder;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/2248457256_cc2925a2d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7859244462709626236</id><published>2009-09-12T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:23:31.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell;</title><content type='html'>- currently reminiscing; missing her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;em&gt;but i know im not crazy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;im just, &lt;strong&gt;unwell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the ceiling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearing voices telling me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I should get some sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on I'm feeling like I'm headed for a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakdown I don't know why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different side of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, right now you don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking to myself in public &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dodging glances on the train &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know they've all been talking 'bout me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hear them whisper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of all the hours thinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lost my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different side of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know right now you don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I been talking in my sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, right now you can't tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different side of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, right now you don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, how I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I used to be, Well I'm just a little unwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Unwell- Matchbox 20'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7859244462709626236?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7859244462709626236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/unwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7859244462709626236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7859244462709626236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/unwell.html' title='unwell;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8688617086277494602</id><published>2009-09-10T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:06:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tap-out;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authenticsportscollectibles.com/store/images/jf_8h.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://www.authenticsportscollectibles.com/store/images/jf_8h.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have too many bruises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep fighting on like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm falling hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't think im getting up soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont be like me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get on; being you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8688617086277494602?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8688617086277494602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/tap-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8688617086277494602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8688617086277494602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/tap-out.html' title='tap-out;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1267768956740845295</id><published>2009-09-08T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:29:46.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain-prone;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;smile, and tell me&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a propitiatory statement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1267768956740845295?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1267768956740845295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-prone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1267768956740845295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1267768956740845295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/pain-prone.html' title='pain-prone;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4176836782605811802</id><published>2009-09-08T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:11:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its sticky;</title><content type='html'>- Currently having my back break on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what are we going to do now.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you ever want to tell me what you want to do. tell me in the face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i'm hanging on..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px" alt="" src="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'slip away in silence; so i don't hear...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lettinggo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://inspirationoflyric.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/lettinggo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;good as it may sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know myself that cant be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i didnt feel bad about it till right then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;had to remind her that we were just pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said baby i want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; stay with the real thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never loved you enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see i only want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; stay with the real thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay with the real thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay with your real life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Ne-Yo - The Real Thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hush, dont ask me why ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunboar.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/follow-your-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4176836782605811802?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4176836782605811802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-sticky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4176836782605811802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4176836782605811802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-sticky.html' title='its sticky;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2766019040223551564</id><published>2009-09-07T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:59:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out-run;</title><content type='html'>- Currently cleaning up the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;i want to go to Aussie next year&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;i don't want to sit for SPM&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/sciencetolife/brain%20drain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px" alt="" src="http://scienceblogs.com/sciencetolife/brain%20drain.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'navigate me to my sanctuary, &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoot me with a fusillade of bullets to stop me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you do that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2766019040223551564?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2766019040223551564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-cleaning-up-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2766019040223551564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2766019040223551564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-cleaning-up-blood.html' title='out-run;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8811088304031497820</id><published>2009-09-05T16:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:12:20.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>full-hardy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Currently getting the jitters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking, how much could i hold up. what is there to do, when you have &lt;em&gt;cold feet&lt;/em&gt;. what is there to not think about, when the world is going to fall on you the very next day.. what is there to do, when time i unforgiving... what if, &lt;em&gt;forever, never comes back&lt;/em&gt;.. and goodbyes seem way too soon.. sometimes i dont really even know what im feeling. everything in between this rotating mob seem like &lt;em&gt;mumbo jumbo&lt;/em&gt; to me though i might die in it; being the innocent.. all i want is to be me. then why am i hesitating. im making &lt;em&gt;full -hardy&lt;/em&gt; decisions, without even know the consiquences i have to face after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why cant i wake up from whatever i fell asleep into&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldwidephotowalk.com/liverpool-en-uk/files/2009/07/lost-for-words-1024x679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://worldwidephotowalk.com/liverpool-en-uk/files/2009/07/lost-for-words-1024x679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'sing me a mellifluos melody'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" i wanted a perfect ending. now i've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, some stories, don't have a clear begining, midlle and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's gonna happen next.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Gilda Radner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this was what i saw this afternoon. which made me think, so deeply... watch and i wont believe you wont feel what i felt.. i know its just a show, but it meant alot.. alot to those who want it to be meaningful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'take a second to take a look'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="376" height="276" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6875600d96bbe57d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a plan, set a goal, work toward it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but every now and then, &lt;strong&gt;look around&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;drink &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; in, cause this is &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; might all be gone tomorrow...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy - Meredith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life KO'd me, emotionally..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8811088304031497820?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6875600d96bbe57d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8811088304031497820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-hardy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8811088304031497820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8811088304031497820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-hardy.html' title='full-hardy;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1253100947235452097</id><published>2009-09-01T18:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:12:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enigmatic me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-currently head banging to heavy metal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today; scholl reopens. today, time passed so slowly. every strut, every step, every breath i take seem to pass tremendously slow.. it was as if time had slowed down for me to truly think about what i am, and what is made of me to become. i was thinking a whole lot; felt down. there's too much to really think about. and all the time in the world would no be enough to think about them all. but one thing is for sure.. im still trying to figure out, &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desertpeace.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://desertpeace.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Exactly; make up my mind for me?..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i started to think i was fudged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the lack of time that i have to get everything done? theres too much forceful pressure on me. i've got so much on my plate; i dont know where to dig in. &lt;em&gt;avoiding the wrong side of the law, keeping up with friends, keeping up with the girlfriend, preperation for the major papers and producing a productive result&lt;/em&gt;. i can't sit back and &lt;em&gt;chill&lt;/em&gt; anymore. thers no time.. maybe im just &lt;em&gt;fuddy-duddy&lt;/em&gt;. but i understand what is important. on the other hand, &lt;em&gt;i want to be &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; for the people i care about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life in a manometer;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the're too much i cant handle. anyone care to offer a helping hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;completely &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;newsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; post '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;living life as a looney limrick,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking it mundanely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1253100947235452097?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1253100947235452097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/enigmatic-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1253100947235452097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1253100947235452097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/09/enigmatic-me.html' title='enigmatic me;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8490290756255249505</id><published>2009-08-31T17:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:13:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my humdinger;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-Currently still hung-over thinking about our first kiss..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting bored after breakfast. soon had my parents go to &lt;em&gt;Shangri-la&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt;.. after that, mum bought tons of mooncake to give away. i had to carry them.. not fair at all.. but before that, was hoping to get &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt; with my cousin sisters. they did not turn up; my uncle and aunty too. we are having a family prob, its no surprise they didnt show up.. &lt;em&gt;kinda missing them.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpufaiWN6mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/h_yCyVNdTlw/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376065858442226274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpufaiWN6mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/h_yCyVNdTlw/s320/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'the ride was not fun'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at my phone the whole day, hoping for an answer/reply. did not get a response. starting to feel insecure. to tell &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the truth, its no big deal.. its just that, i want you to be true to me. its not that, the problem is only&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. its mine too. why werent&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; willing to share with me?.. its not a big deal to me at all, its really not. and i over-reacted that day.. now, looking back, what i did was completely unneccessary.. i understand that its personal, but the problem is, i tried so hard to gain &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;trust, yet all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; did was shadow me away from the truth. and now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pushing me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpuhBwomsHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2YJCeDq-3b0/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376067631803969650" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpuhBwomsHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2YJCeDq-3b0/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'everything seems to remind me of you..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still standing here, waiting..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take that as a frivolous conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's do this together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8490290756255249505?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8490290756255249505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-humdinger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8490290756255249505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8490290756255249505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-humdinger.html' title='my humdinger;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpufaiWN6mI/AAAAAAAAAQU/h_yCyVNdTlw/s72-c/DSC01039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-67718295751708971</id><published>2009-08-31T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:34:30.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>independence;</title><content type='html'>i am gonna be happy for today. cause today's independence day. today, Malaysia is 52 years old. the big 52! its not much, but its enough to be proud of. we've come so far since 1957, and now, look at us. better than ever.. living together and enjoying the different cultures of our friends. this makes us special.. and still going strong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/food/seafood_montage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px" alt="" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/food/seafood_montage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lucky enough to enjoy all the different food we have here. theres too little time to have them all. but as i grow with it, i will.. the food tastes great too. no matter what race, we share the same food and speak the same words; together... i eat, you eat, we eat together, in one Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sps-x8mytOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VOu4oVgCG0o/s1600-h/MalaysianFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959608000165090" style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sps-x8mytOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VOu4oVgCG0o/s320/MalaysianFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 52nd Birthday, Malaysia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Independence Day, Malaysians!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bersama kita capai semua,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu Malaysia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satu Malaysia- AMP All-Stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-67718295751708971?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/67718295751708971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/67718295751708971'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>heartache;</title><content type='html'>Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would have worked out right,&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;It started with the perfect kiss then&lt;br /&gt;We could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm already gone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' Kelly Clarkson - already gone '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4727989220346738379?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4727989220346738379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4727989220346738379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4727989220346738379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartache.html' title='heartache;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7303375710991359003</id><published>2009-08-30T11:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:04:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty's a deceit;</title><content type='html'>im feeling frantic; why you may ask. the reason is, what if you had been deceive by the ones you loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleared my mind, and changed for you and us. i gave you every strand of care. and showered you with most of what i call, love. i gave up my everything for you. couldnt you give up one thing for me? or maybe i wasnt worthy of being trusted? i trusted you with all my heart. told you things that only i knew was right to tell.. but yet, you save youself and spare me the embarrassment.. the things you said made it so believable. it had to be, as i didnt expect nothing but the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer this:&lt;br /&gt;what hurts more. an inconvinient truth? or finding out a lie on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was made to believe i wasnt the only one, till i found out i was all along. i was made to believe that i had grew strenght in me to pull through, till i found out it was only the adrenaline from the ecstacy; you.. the things i see and the things i felt, its clear to me now; it was never there to begin with.. i was a fool.. yet a fool could feel disgusted. do you think of him, when we did all those things together? was i the replacement? or am i just a toy?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes which i once known was brown, now its blue or grey. your smile which i once known was sincere, now holds a decieving purpose. your connection which i once felt, was just to make me a vulnerable target. the words you speak and the things you did, i wont forget. but was it all real to begin with? it hurts too much to be a dream; its hurts too much to be a nightmare either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there was a reason why God made me write down all those quotes. He gave me a heads-up on whats about to come. He tried to save me, but my heart was too stubborn to ressist. now i know what im made-of to become.. a no-one; in God's favour and in your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DECEIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' Hiding in the shadows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying about your actions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can only take you so far..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i really cant understand why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dont you think i understand you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you put on quite a show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really had me going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curtain's finally closing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was quite a show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very entertaining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's over now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go on and take a bow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Rihanna - Take a bow'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7303375710991359003?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7303375710991359003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautys-deceit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7303375710991359003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7303375710991359003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautys-deceit.html' title='beauty&apos;s a deceit;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4725625846620221929</id><published>2009-08-27T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:55:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invidious joke;</title><content type='html'>reading through the net. found this short story. its invidious, so forgive me for you who are offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who one day didnt feel like going to church so he decided to go hunting instead. He was out in the bush when he was aproched from behind by a bear. He dropped his gun by accident but didnt bother to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran for his life. Weaving in and out the trees with the bear on his trail. Curving around a tree he triped over its root. He looked up and the bear looked down. The bear was about to strike at him. He put his hands together and prayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Dear lord, Please let this bear be a christian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bear sat down on its bum and held the mans hands, closed his eyes and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Dear lord, Thank you for the food that i am about to recieve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a laugh or so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4725625846620221929?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4725625846620221929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/invidious-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4725625846620221929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4725625846620221929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/invidious-joke.html' title='invidious joke;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8162497105626021189</id><published>2009-08-27T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:43:58.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so i had my check up today. waited and waited... soon i got my doctor. he hits here hits there, squizes here squizes there, told me to do some squarts and what so ever. soon.. took me for an x-ray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was fine. he said stay at home and rest for a week or two. my knee has just the smallest tissue tear ever. and my neck still has some tense vains causing it hard to turn. my elbow should be fne soon. and as for the bruises, they are all fine. just need to give it a daily massage. and to other injuries, they're minor. and will heal in no time. that wasnt as bad as i thought it would be.. i was afraid before.. but now, its nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just today, i found out that something has changed in me for the pass few days.. i have been eating excessively. i have been averaging two bowls of rice a meal and today, you wouldnt believe what i ate in three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, after my check up at SJMC, i went to subang parade for lunch with my cousin sis. so we were deciding on what to eat. my mum said &lt;em&gt;Uncle Lim's&lt;/em&gt;. so sure, we went. i got a &lt;em&gt;karipap&lt;/em&gt;, 2 three-quarter boiled eggs and an &lt;em&gt;asam laksa&lt;/em&gt;. then i got thirsty and got a &lt;em&gt;cham-ice&lt;/em&gt;. soon after lunch i walked around to see if there's anything to buy. sadly, no. but i did come across &lt;em&gt;McDonalds&lt;/em&gt;. i got myself a large&lt;em&gt; Spicy Chicken McDeluxe&lt;/em&gt;, set. i chowed down happily on that. soon, as i've done that, &lt;em&gt;baskin robins&lt;/em&gt; was nearby. i got a double scoop cone, consisting of, &lt;em&gt;chocolate mousse royale&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;world-class chocolate&lt;/em&gt;. that was the last thing i ate.. but dinner is in a few hours.. &lt;em&gt;CAN'T&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;WAIT! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i think im growing!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newbornbabyzone.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/baby-growth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://www.newbornbabyzone.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/baby-growth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got to eat so much is also because of the fasting month. if it wasnt for that, i think i would have to fight for food and jump queues. ahh.. what a day it has been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartcop.com/marilyn-monroe002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px" alt="" src="http://www.bartcop.com/marilyn-monroe002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got home, i was thinking about 1 question... &lt;em&gt;'who is the hottest women i have ever lived to see'&lt;/em&gt;... though question huh. but the answer came up in a minute; &lt;em&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/em&gt;. she is no doubt the right choice.. i mean look at her, wouldnt any man want her?.. i mean, if she was &lt;em&gt;educated&lt;/em&gt; then, yea, everyman would want her.. but sadly, she's dead.. and thankfully, &lt;em&gt;im so over her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; it is what it is,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it ain't what it ain't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't make what it is what it ain't.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8162497105626021189?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8162497105626021189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8162497105626021189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8162497105626021189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/results.html' title='results;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5768757946292573309</id><published>2009-08-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:45:33.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reluctance;</title><content type='html'>in a about 1 or 2 days, i am going for a body check up. why you mght ask; this is due to the injuries i've gotten through basketball training. actually some of the injuries lasted for more than half a year. but it was minor then... now its getting to me.. i approximately have 6 to 7 injuries.. lets list them down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 : my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;i was rushing to get a basket so through the defense i ran. soon i found myself in the air and going for a clear lay-up. somehow, i missed, and landed on someones foot. that totally sprained my ankle. but soon i walked it off, but now, it came back.. what are the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 2 : my knee.&lt;br /&gt;this is the longest hurting part of my body. since february my knee has been a problem. but sometimes it seems fine though. but now, its killing me.. and i can't stand it. i walk with a knee guard nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 3 : my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;falling from a rebound which was then stolen from me by one of the &lt;em&gt;big guys&lt;/em&gt;; he pivotted around till i thought i saw a doughnut on the ground. and when he wanted to get up, he swung his elbow right to me thigh. that left a HUGE bruise there. soon it got bigger and it looks infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 4 : my butt (assets)&lt;br /&gt;again, going for a basket, flew for the lay-up. but this time it went in. but as i was in mid-air, i had this chunk of &lt;em&gt;big, sweaty, piece of pork chop&lt;/em&gt; guarding me. in the air he had already pushed me, but all my attention was into making the basket; till i forgot to see where i was landing. soon i had myself trying to brake, but it was too late. the basketball-rim-pole was 2 inches away from me.. then.. tragedy stuck, boom! my ass goes hitting on it. and i think it got flattened with a huge bruise on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 5 : my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;i was running around trying to get the ball. when i got it, i tried cutting through the defense. but little did i know, my &lt;em&gt;opponents&lt;/em&gt; used foul play to get the ball. a person just tugged on my elbow, then the ball got away. i tried pushing myself of the ground with my arm, but it hurt so bad that i had to take my time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 6 and no 7 : wrist and head.&lt;br /&gt;i found myself controlling the ball movement. then i moved back to the half court line looking for a pass. soon, two defenders got up to me and i found myself in a corner; nearly going backcourt. i scrambled for a pass but it was too late. the two defender; one locked my ankle and the other pushed me. i threw the ball to God knows where, but i fell on my back and hit my head against the cemmented floor. my wrists were sprained due to the impact of the fall; i was trying to soften the landing with my wrists. guess it didnt work. i blackedout for a moment; just a moment. then found myself surrounded by people. i didnt dare to move as im afraid i might break something. but soon i was on my feet and walking. but now my neck hurts due to that fall. a slight turn to my left sends a painful spike down my spine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im afriad, thats why im going for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;it neer ends with the pain though.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5768757946292573309?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5768757946292573309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/reluctance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5768757946292573309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5768757946292573309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/reluctance.html' title='reluctance;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4403066754456201536</id><published>2009-08-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:01:24.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing my thoughts;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/hearts_thought_bubble_tshirt-p23545393573519312435jn_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/hearts_thought_bubble_tshirt-p23545393573519312435jn_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like this&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mean to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; like this&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; just has to be shown&lt;br /&gt;That the &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that I gave &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;I got from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be &lt;em&gt;safe&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;secure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t forget to remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember me; T.I. feat Mary.J.Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/lists/2009/02/14/broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/lists/2009/02/14/broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;you know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if you're not part of their happiness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://truewhisper.com/media/48103-its-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4403066754456201536?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4403066754456201536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4403066754456201536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4403066754456201536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing-my-thoughts.html' title='fishing my thoughts;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1405152436877625417</id><published>2009-08-24T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:33:38.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the functionary;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be your shadow, when you were alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be your shoulder, when you needed to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be your smile, when you needed to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to live on a simple concept, when you were still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And that is; I'll be me, whenever you need a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still live by it, but no longer practice it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpJrNkp7b7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-Yq3dN5tEo8/s1600-h/frustration+kego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373475186328432562" style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpJrNkp7b7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-Yq3dN5tEo8/s320/frustration+kego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where's that fuse for ego?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1405152436877625417?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1405152436877625417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/functionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1405152436877625417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1405152436877625417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/functionary.html' title='the functionary;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpJrNkp7b7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-Yq3dN5tEo8/s72-c/frustration+kego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5425564576900326027</id><published>2009-08-24T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:06:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorientated;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpIQBzlNAZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eylxRmIDqeE/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373374928618586514" style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpIQBzlNAZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eylxRmIDqeE/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The distance between us today, is not a phenomenon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a casualty that might bring us closer again tomorrow"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most out poured emotional quote that i thought of..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but something's still bothering me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agree with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the only place i have left to tell you things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't stop posting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5425564576900326027?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5425564576900326027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/disorientated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5425564576900326027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5425564576900326027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/disorientated.html' title='Disorientated;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpIQBzlNAZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eylxRmIDqeE/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2168272893388894110</id><published>2009-08-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:20:34.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrelavent</title><content type='html'>Its been days, and quotes seem to come to my mind. words pop up as if it was telling me something. so i started writting them down.. but all i that i had penned down, is totally irrelavant.. why am i seeing these words all of a sudden.. when these quotes or whatsoever come to mind, i grab my phone and just text them down a save them.. maybe you should read it.. tell me something i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV1040y8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/twKJsKpwYEw/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170213648124866" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV1040y8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/twKJsKpwYEw/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"its hard to see your friends change into someone different from whom you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;But its even harder to demand a change, when you're desperate for a helping hand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV2VGlNnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mpn2n8Ji_g4/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170222295758450" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV2VGlNnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/mpn2n8Ji_g4/s320/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Finding ways to convince people that you're fine would not help yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV1Vk0U2I/AAAAAAAAANs/CuTQZqY1JBw/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170205242708834" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV1Vk0U2I/AAAAAAAAANs/CuTQZqY1JBw/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"when things don't go your way,&lt;br /&gt;its because you don't want them to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV02_oYwI/AAAAAAAAANk/dR_g0cejp7s/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373170197033673474" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV02_oYwI/AAAAAAAAANk/dR_g0cejp7s/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Turning fiction to fact is believing that the fiction is no doubt a fact.&lt;br /&gt;and holding on to that belief is dominance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcT0CkseI/AAAAAAAAAOc/78Po6TlUzEQ/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcTR-ATDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ukxqq6V-EbE/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373177316740451378" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcTR-ATDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ukxqq6V-EbE/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Pain and hurt makes us strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the urge for happiness makes us weak."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcS2WGl7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/EjZqhGyrHr4/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373177309325334450" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcS2WGl7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/EjZqhGyrHr4/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Forgetting the past is one thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to relive it again is another."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcSmmHPyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xQHQUBtuzGw/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373177305097518882" style="WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcSmmHPyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xQHQUBtuzGw/s320/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When friends are said to be lost, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new ones tend to come along."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcT0CkseI/AAAAAAAAAOc/78Po6TlUzEQ/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373177325886419426" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFcT0CkseI/AAAAAAAAAOc/78Po6TlUzEQ/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2168272893388894110?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2168272893388894110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/irrelavent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2168272893388894110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2168272893388894110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/irrelavent.html' title='Irrelavent'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SpFV1040y8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/twKJsKpwYEw/s72-c/DSC00993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6080289334402238351</id><published>2009-08-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:28:30.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought.</title><content type='html'>what do you think of me now? how does it feel like? painful isnt it. there so much that you dont know yet you think you do. what is there to say, when things had gotten this bad. what is there to do, when seeing some people, makes me mad. what do i do to make it right? or the bigger question is, do i want to make it right. im shying away from the truth and thats the way i intend to keep it. but what if it only causes a much more of painful sting? but if i dont go with my guts, i wouldnt know if it would turn out to be a beautiful macrame for me. i wont know. but, now, im unwilling to fulfil what i pormised. my concience was overpowered by the pain i was taken down with. im unwilling to sacrifice no more for someone who treats me that way, of a mere human. and not a friend to be recked by. i got too little back for what i had given, yet im willing to give away that, and live like im suppose to. but what is there to be thinking about now. when all my troubles had gone away, giving me a clear path. but its not time to reconcile.. there too much eagerness to tear you down in me.. let it cool of, and maybe have a better beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real question is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Am i the bad guy or the good guy?&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/5592067278523568954-6080289334402238351?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6080289334402238351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6080289334402238351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6080289334402238351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7949999821798988095</id><published>2009-08-14T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:16:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fead This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/301/3019466/30_2009/061179dd8ed12b25_fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/301/3019466/30_2009/061179dd8ed12b25_fighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, it has always been about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now, when its about me, i don't think i need you to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've took too many blows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all i wanted to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was how you wanted things to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Fead up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;history seems to repeat itself several times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7949999821798988095?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7949999821798988095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fead-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7949999821798988095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7949999821798988095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fead-this.html' title='Fead This.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-362963425273664525</id><published>2009-08-14T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:27:16.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SoUux4vLrLI/AAAAAAAAANc/G37cfAZtrzs/s1600-h/frustrated-man1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369749565287935154" style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SoUux4vLrLI/AAAAAAAAANc/G37cfAZtrzs/s320/frustrated-man1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk to to me when you know you can talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-362963425273664525?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/362963425273664525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/362963425273664525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/362963425273664525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SoUux4vLrLI/AAAAAAAAANc/G37cfAZtrzs/s72-c/frustrated-man1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1237552140349492296</id><published>2009-08-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:09:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.howtogetyourgirlback.org/wp-content/howtogetyourgirlback_files/break%20up%20pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://www.howtogetyourgirlback.org/wp-content/howtogetyourgirlback_files/break%20up%20pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes the words you say tear me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you sometimes make me feel that you dont care anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with your indirect signals, from conversations to networking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your smile, nowadays, seem to be vague,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im trying to tell you, im feeling insecure(very),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet no words of yours could make me feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;they way ' i love you ' is said, makes me feel like its forced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forced to make sure i dont go anywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that is really your intention, tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not a toying around no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you want to make anything work, do it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont tell me you're sure of what you want with bad intentions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to be myself where-ever and when-ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not something which is put to use only when needed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the longer we stay like that, the further i will walk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;think, before i put my life back into motion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this i post with much pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont take it too seriously, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just opinions from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1237552140349492296?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1237552140349492296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-words-you-say-tear-me-up-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1237552140349492296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1237552140349492296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-words-you-say-tear-me-up-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4922866337787543278</id><published>2009-08-03T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:48:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://designflute.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish i could smile... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then whats stopping me?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4922866337787543278?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4922866337787543278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-i-could-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4922866337787543278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4922866337787543278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-i-could-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7350446207246675611</id><published>2009-07-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:56:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since the two of us talked&lt;br /&gt;About a week since the day you walked&lt;br /&gt;Knowing things would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;With your empty heart and mine full of pain&lt;br /&gt;So explain to me, how it came to this&lt;br /&gt;Take it back to the night we kissed&lt;br /&gt;It was Dublin city on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;You were vodkas and coke, I was Guinness all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting with our backs against the world&lt;br /&gt;Saying things that we thought but never heard&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on&lt;br /&gt;Is try to take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again&lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;br /&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, that we'd stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;Best friends talking till the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Took the joys alongside the pain&lt;br /&gt;With not much to loose, but so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;Are hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss,&lt;br /&gt;Set you a drift on memory bliss&lt;br /&gt;It was Grafton Street on a rainy night&lt;br /&gt;I was down on one knee and you where mine for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we're thinking we would never be apart&lt;br /&gt;With your name tattooed across my heart&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is try to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again&lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;br /&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the clouds don't clear&lt;br /&gt;Then well rise above it, well rise above it&lt;br /&gt;Heavens gate is so near&lt;br /&gt;Come walk with me through&lt;br /&gt;Just like we use to, just like we use to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take it back&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend&lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again&lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;br /&gt;Lets try to take it back&lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7350446207246675611?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7350446207246675611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7350446207246675611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7350446207246675611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2880807510095904560</id><published>2009-07-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:37:10.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk my shoes, just to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What it's like, to be me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to see what I'd be like to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go inside each other's mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to see what we find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking shit through each other's eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2880807510095904560?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2880807510095904560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2880807510095904560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2880807510095904560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-it.html' title='Get it?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6645160324593436309</id><published>2009-07-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:31:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Won't Let Me Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is never wanting to lose faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never wanting to give up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and never truly moving on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what's left of your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that they feel the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6645160324593436309?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6645160324593436309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-wont-let-me-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6645160324593436309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6645160324593436309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-wont-let-me-run.html' title='Time Won&apos;t Let Me Run'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4265130130981806253</id><published>2009-07-19T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:42:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>its funny. yesterday our Malaysian football team had a friendly aginst Machester United. our Malaysian team lost 3-2. but i applause for the effort. but this game, it somehow reminded me of something that happened long ago.. which bonded us.. the excitement, the goals, the final whistle.. it made mme feel so happy, to know.. for that moment, you were you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.football11.net/images/logos/mas/Harimau%20Muda.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SmLo1Xz8GpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KBgNAPw_NB8/s1600-h/HarimauMuda.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360102510146886290" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SmLo1Xz8GpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KBgNAPw_NB8/s320/HarimauMuda.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sportige.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/manchester-united.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://sportige.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/manchester-united.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 - 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Final Score. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember the time when Liverpool was playing against Machester United?.. it felt just like that.. wanting our side to win. then when they did win, remember the joy? remember the happiness we shared?.. good times.. we couldnt stop cheering, happily.. with each other, though far apart, we felt the joy among each other.. that moment made my day that time.. wish i could do it all over again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4265130130981806253?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4265130130981806253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remeber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4265130130981806253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4265130130981806253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remeber.html' title='Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SmLo1Xz8GpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KBgNAPw_NB8/s72-c/HarimauMuda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-207699340611305353</id><published>2009-07-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:59:25.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I got to know something from a friend..&lt;br /&gt;he made too much sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;" It's alot easier to say I don't like her anymore, than to explain the reasons why i still do "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-207699340611305353?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/207699340611305353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/207699340611305353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/207699340611305353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3828204036906682134</id><published>2009-07-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:13:31.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss To Seal The Deal</title><content type='html'>i have no idea what to blog nowadays. im too caught up with everything. a new realtionship and a new friend. to balance both was not easy but managing it was part of the agreement to making it right. i think i know what i want now..  its not me, her, you or we.. its us. losing even one of you wouldnt make me feel any better.. two half's make one full right?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To assure me things were going somewhere.. You did what you did. waited in patience. gave me time. and gave yourself sometime to really think about us. i know now you really want this to work.. and so do i.. i dont want to be just an ex-boyfriend if we are over, i wan to be an ex to remember. im changing from now. all my time and thought goes to you. do tell me if you change your mind.. i wouldnt want to hold back on trying with you once more if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3828204036906682134?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3828204036906682134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-to-seal-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3828204036906682134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3828204036906682134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-to-seal-deal.html' title='A Kiss To Seal The Deal'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-436166745089734637</id><published>2009-07-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:01:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me A Reason To Stay</title><content type='html'>the more i think about it the more down i get. is my life that tragic? When all things seem right i long for things to be even better. Call me greedy for all i care. im not satisfied for all you know. things are so hard to ignore and everything reminds me of what could have been. The future is still a blur, but with you, it seem like time catches up with me very quickly, yet the past ramains just a few feet away from the back of my head. Whenever i look back, the sight of your face just disappears for a moment.. yet when i turn back, i see you smiling back at me.. the guilt in me is getting the best out of me.. you stare at me with trust and sane, i return the favour, though it might not be sincere.. telling you abt this is never gonna be easy... through the hard times we argued or gave our opinions, it give me a feeling that maybe and just maybe, you were longing for something more than what you have today.. ME... Im soory for making you try.. I shouldnt have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-436166745089734637?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/436166745089734637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-reason-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/436166745089734637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/436166745089734637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-reason-to-stay.html' title='Give Me A Reason To Stay'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5226577838395413921</id><published>2009-07-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:36:31.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Something, Calm Me Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What Was Written Could Not Be Erased.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As You Engraved Those Words Too Deep In My Heart..&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/5592067278523568954-5226577838395413921?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5226577838395413921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-something-calm-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5226577838395413921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5226577838395413921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-something-calm-me-down.html' title='Tell Me Something, Calm Me Down.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7754353198410707925</id><published>2009-06-28T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:11:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thriller.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bajan.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael_jackson_thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 463px" alt="" src="http://bajan.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael_jackson_thriller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Thriller to Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which Was Once You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your MoonWalk Have Been Immortalised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remembered Always As..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE KING OF POP..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7754353198410707925?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7754353198410707925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/thriller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7754353198410707925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7754353198410707925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/thriller.html' title='The Thriller.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6466162208356826289</id><published>2009-06-22T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:36:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits And Pieces.</title><content type='html'>My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that I should let go,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;And every time we fight I know it's not right,&lt;br /&gt;every time that you're upset and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should forget, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Nash- Foundations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a ciggarette gone&lt;br /&gt;No you couldn't be that far&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving my car to where i hope you are&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can talk you down&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can talk you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're standing on a tiny ledge&lt;br /&gt;Before this goes over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Gonna use my heart and not my head&lt;br /&gt;And try to open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is a relationship suicide&lt;br /&gt;Cos if you go, i go&lt;br /&gt;Cos if you go, i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Script - Talk You Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass by but i'll go slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;You can scream there's just echoes&lt;br /&gt;Pass outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sad that you let me go&lt;br /&gt;On every face you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you ever go&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All American Rejects - The Wind Blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's over&lt;br /&gt;I watched the whole thing fall&lt;br /&gt;And I never saw the writing that was on the wall&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only knew&lt;br /&gt;The days were slipping past&lt;br /&gt;That the good things never last&lt;br /&gt;That you were crying&lt;br /&gt;Summer turned to winter&lt;br /&gt;And the snow it turned to rain&lt;br /&gt;And the rain turned into tears upon your face&lt;br /&gt;I hardly recognized the girl you are today&lt;br /&gt;And god I hope it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there with you&lt;br /&gt;And we'll get lost together&lt;br /&gt;Till the light comes pouring through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you feel like you're done&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness has won&lt;br /&gt;Babe, you're not lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your worlds crashing down&lt;br /&gt;And you can't bear the thought&lt;br /&gt;I said, babe, you're not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble - Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta make the first move&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't you gonna start hating me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's not you, it's me&lt;br /&gt;I kinda gotta figure out what I need (oh)&lt;br /&gt;There's never a right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But we know that we gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's hard but I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's never a right time&lt;br /&gt;Right time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand times I&lt;br /&gt;Found myself asking, "Why? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Why am I taking so long to say this?&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, girl I never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to crush your world&lt;br /&gt;And I never&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would see the day we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown - Say Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6466162208356826289?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6466162208356826289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bits-and-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6466162208356826289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6466162208356826289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits And Pieces.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6757443767044133304</id><published>2009-06-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:31:19.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Really? (feedback)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i were to comment.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things would NEVER be the same again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6757443767044133304?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6757443767044133304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-really-feedback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6757443767044133304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6757443767044133304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-we-really-feedback.html' title='Do We Really? (feedback)'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7358363500862737773</id><published>2009-06-21T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:29:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I to You?</title><content type='html'>on friday, i took back all my papers from school. results were bad.. so mmy mum started bombarding at me. at one point i couldnt take it.. and thats when the fun began. i swung my right hand straight towards her face. she dodged ==. soon my dad came and grab me to stop me. then my neighbours which were relatives came and sort things out. soon i stared at my mum.. and my mum got scared..!! but after that she didnt dared come near me no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, i got ready to go to school for volleyball. Ariff fetched me there.. after a long game, i played basketball and she arrived. she got her report card way earlier than i did. when my parents came, they bombarded me in front of my class tcher.. but soon my class tcher took them out for a talk while he asked me to stay in class.. God knows what they were talking abt. soon i got home, showered and got ready to go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her to arrive was the most boring 45 minutes ever.. but as long as she was here in the end it was worth it. we walked for awhile, and eventhough it was a date, we werent being all date-like. soon we went to buy tickets for the movie "Dance, Subaru". we went for lunch first as the movie starts later. we went for Sakae Sushi ==...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we were a bit late for the movie, but got there just in time before the movie started. we sat down, still undate-like. suddenly, she rested on me.. and the mood began for a date-like date. XP.. but the worst part of the movie was, there was a 15 second segment of torture.. and i came to find out that Subaru, the lead girl in the movie had a dad call ISUZU..!! i was like WTF?!?! it was histaricle!!.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we went to MPH, the place where we reunited for the frist time XP. but suddenly she had to buy some stuff for her friends, in the end she didnt buy any == ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i felt thirsty, and she bouhgt me starbucks. still cant thank you enough. as soon as we got the drinks, we went to the arcade. this is where to funniest happened on that day.. i finished my drink and i was eating the ice after we got the tokens, suddenly she grab my ice and told me " Stop eating and throw it away, its not good for you".. we were not letting go of it and was spinning around till someone lets go.. we were shouting on whats right in the middle of the arcade.. it was histaricle.. everyone was looking at us.. soon she said " Ouch, you're hurting my hand!" and i let got immediately thinking she was hurt.. in the end she wasnt really hurt and threw away my ice..==..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played Daytona.. this is where i got my revenge XP..after a few rounds, there were no tokens left.. we headed down to talk at the hand rail. as soon as i turned back, i saw them.. it wasnt a surprise.. haha.. only vincent came to say hi, and so did trina, but.... nvm.. as soon as they passed, she dragged me to the magazine shop..==.. after that i delivered her to the stop where she got picked up.. good byes were exchanged and off she goes.. what a day we've had.. thx for coming out ya..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate Carl's junior for dinner and went back. when it was late, she came online.. haha.. she wanted to &lt;em&gt;webbie&lt;/em&gt;. webbie means webcam, was i the only one who didnt know that? lol.. but my webcam had issues, i could see her but she couldnt see me XP.. it was nice to see you smile though you were exhausted.. too bad you didnt get too see me high. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off to bed..&lt;br /&gt;What a day..&lt;br /&gt;with sooo many mixed emotions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7358363500862737773?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7358363500862737773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-am-i-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7358363500862737773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7358363500862737773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-am-i-to-you.html' title='What Am I to You?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2679671072842765908</id><published>2009-06-18T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:41:26.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Of The Week.</title><content type='html'>here's a really great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samsons - Kenangan Terindah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku yang rentan karena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selama mata terbuka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selama itu pun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darimu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kutemukan hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bagiku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kau lah cinta sejati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2679671072842765908?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2679671072842765908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2679671072842765908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2679671072842765908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-week.html' title='Song Of The Week.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1978728234566474233</id><published>2009-06-14T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:27:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin's Quote of The Month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Care For Someone If They Don't Care For You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally know i can't trust you either..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it might take you some time to get it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but try picking up as fast as you possibly can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell someone you will care, when you know you won't, once you find out an incoviniet truth that hurts only you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1978728234566474233?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1978728234566474233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/jins-quote-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1978728234566474233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1978728234566474233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6909433901380302297?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6909433901380302297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-two-faced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6909433901380302297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6909433901380302297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-two-faced.html' title='Got TWO-FACED?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6050118511503875465</id><published>2009-06-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:40:31.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday.</title><content type='html'>On june 1st to june 5th, i have been to Perth, Aussie. To tell you the truth, i dun really fancy the place there. its kinda boring. but the food there is great. and so is the weather. its cold but not too cold. there, ppl were nice.. and the girls were hot..XP but i dn fancy them. -.&lt; hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the first day, my cousin who lives there decided to have barbecue. i thought we were going out to eat barbeque, but i came to find out he was barbequeing himself. eventhough i didnt expect it to be that good, he surprised me. neighbours who were frens brought other food, and we kinda had a gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my family took the train al the way down to Perth city. it was fun. the train was filled with so many different characters. when we reached there, we went to murray street. the crowd there was overwhelming. you could see students to shufflers. haha they were wearing their phats around. but there was not much to shop there. everything was expensive. after shopping, during the evening, my cousinbourght me and my nephew to see the schools and colleges there. he was trying to influence us to go there and further our studies.. but we'll think abt it.. no doubt the school and colleges were great.. but just not willing to leave yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the same night, we had 'EAGLE BOYS' pizza. it looked abit different but tasted great anyways. the food there is seriously great.. the next day, my family went to WHITEMAN's Park.. we just walked around and took some pictures.. after that we went to the chocolate factory.. there, they had tons of chocolate.. and tons of free samples. it was like a all-you-can-eat-chocolate-galore. being me, i tested everything and went for another round. soon we had lunch at the cafe and headed home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we headed to a vietnamese restaurant. the beef ball noodle ther was freaking nice.. after that, we headed home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to CICERELLO's in Fremantle. we went there bcuz its know as the best fish and chips in western aussie. haha. it was seriously damn nice.. But the toilet there is funny.. the had a fish thank right above the urinal.. i felt kinda expose while pee-ing.. haha. after that we had baskin robins ice cream eventhough the breeze by the deck was bloody cold. it was nice cause the ice cream didnt melt that much. after that we headed to a chinese restaurant to have dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so dissappointed.. i had to go all the way there to eat food that can be prepared here. but anyways i have a burger after that to make up for it. the next and final day, we went to Gardens City Mall.. i bought a pair of shoes from there. hehe.. the sales girls was f-in hot.. haha.. but im more interested in you.. XP hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the after that we headed for lunch and to the airport once more. i got molested at the imigration.. but i was CLEAN.. in the end when we touched-down in M'sia, i could feel the heat already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made this trip interesting was, you replied my msgs eventhough it was expensive.. but when i was there i really missed you.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got back, i kept my promise to call you.. i was happy to hear your voice.. and just today, i had a great day. thx for spending time with me. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6050118511503875465?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6050118511503875465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6050118511503875465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6050118511503875465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7910996498197549941</id><published>2009-05-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:56:01.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoulMate. : Dedicated to the End of Us.</title><content type='html'>Incompatible, it don't matter though'&lt;br /&gt;cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;you're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Ms. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;how do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;there's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;if there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;div 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Us.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2754082915071239632</id><published>2009-05-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:37:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Knocks You Down. Just Get Back Up.</title><content type='html'>Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin’, and keep knockin’&lt;br /&gt;Whether you Louis Vouiton-ed up or Reebok-in’&lt;br /&gt;You see the hate, that they’re servin’ on a platter&lt;br /&gt;So what we gon’ have - desert or disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;And you came in and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like in I’m a race&lt;br /&gt;But I already won first place&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;(as hard as I did, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinkin’ about our life, our house and kids&lt;br /&gt; (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you came around and you knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;(knocked me down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d hear myself say&lt;br /&gt;Ya’ll go ahead&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m gonna kick it with my girl today&lt;br /&gt;(it with my girl today)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be commander and chief&lt;br /&gt;Of my pimp ship flyin’ high (flyin’ high)&lt;br /&gt;Til I met this pretty little missle, that shot me out the sky&lt;br /&gt;(oh shot me out the sky)&lt;br /&gt;(hey) Until I crash it, I don’t know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;But I know it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;Said if I could go back, and make it happen faster&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know I would baby if I could&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent (oh, to the fullest), no never too much&lt;br /&gt;She shot the bullet that ended that life&lt;br /&gt;Steady pimpin’ me after tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now can you make it past you caspers&lt;br /&gt;So we can finally fly off into NASA&lt;br /&gt;You was always the cheerleader of my dreams to&lt;br /&gt;Seem to only date the head of football teams&lt;br /&gt;And I was the class clown that, always kept you laughin’&lt;br /&gt;We, were never meant to be baby we just happen&lt;br /&gt;So please, don’t mess up the trick hey young world I’m the new slick rick&lt;br /&gt;They say I move too quick, but we cannot let the moment pass us&lt;br /&gt;Let the hourglass pass right into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes&lt;br /&gt;I could of got his ass, someone that’s only average&lt;br /&gt;For advice&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G, you listen to that, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa it’s me&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;Cause we had it, we was magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flyin’, now I’m crashin’&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m mad, real mad, joe jackson&lt;br /&gt;You should leave your boyfriend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta put the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll bring a better future than I had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh cause, I don’t wanna make the same mistakes I did&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna fall back on my face again&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoaI’ll admit it, I was scared to act to loves call&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;And if it hits better make it worth the full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you’re gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love comes and knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Won’t see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you’re gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love comes and knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2754082915071239632?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2754082915071239632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-knocks-you-down-just-get-back-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2754082915071239632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2754082915071239632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-knocks-you-down-just-get-back-up.html' title='Love Knocks You Down. Just Get Back Up.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6133190010463454875</id><published>2009-05-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:18:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To : ????????</title><content type='html'>thx for your comments i appreciate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6133190010463454875?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6133190010463454875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6133190010463454875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6133190010463454875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/to.html' title='To : ????????'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8028962539564558407</id><published>2009-05-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:15:31.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SgwY386VozI/AAAAAAAAALc/qcp4btYxOo4/s1600-h/140520091536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335667008049881906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SgwY386VozI/AAAAAAAAALc/qcp4btYxOo4/s320/140520091536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was going through my books..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; and i saw something which made me do this post..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Joanne was here.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8028962539564558407?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8028962539564558407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-going-through-my-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8028962539564558407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8028962539564558407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-going-through-my-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SgwY386VozI/AAAAAAAAALc/qcp4btYxOo4/s72-c/140520091536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5813376858285931530</id><published>2009-05-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:59:23.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I Talk to you..</title><content type='html'>Im sorry.. it hurts me more than it hurts you. letting go of the one you truly love is really painful. and seeing them upset adds to the pain. i cant bare the though of you gone.. it been a few hours.. and the pain is unbareable. for you, i did everthing i could to make you happy. and after today, i failed all of my duties. seeing you walk away made me felt alone.. you walked away with the look of a stranger.. do you even know me now? the decision hurts me too.. but you if you did convince me.. i would told you i loved you and not let you walk away.. im sorry.. dont have a hard time and take care of yourself.. i might not be there anymore.. but i'll always be supporting you all i can as a friend. no matter how you look at me now, i doubt that i would stop being friends with you.. concentrate on your studies. dont let me get you off track of your real goals in life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5813376858285931530?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5813376858285931530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-i-talk-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5813376858285931530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5813376858285931530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-i-talk-to-you.html' title='Could I Talk to you..'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2656674997266611231</id><published>2009-05-12T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:09:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shoutout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A BIG BIG SHOUTOUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS TO THOSE WHO SENT ME BIRTHDAY WISHES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THOSE WHO BOUGHT ME PRESENTS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS GUYS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i would like to thank :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joanne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all the effort you have put in for my birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yoke Kien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks for your birthday wish right before i went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lau Chee Ping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farhana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simmren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks for your birthday msgs. Sorry i couldnt reply, i was already asleep at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ka Mun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sher Ryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natashia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hou Yu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khai Teq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firdaus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pn. Haria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pauline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ibzairin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matthew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syazneil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atiqah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sophia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kellie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for your birthday wishes in school. appreciate it. and for the others, sorry i didnt mention your name. i forgotten XP. so tell me if you did and i'll post it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THANKS TO MY COUSIN SISTERS TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2656674997266611231?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2656674997266611231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoutout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2656674997266611231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2656674997266611231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoutout.html' title='A Shoutout.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3995371833616347460</id><published>2009-05-10T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:40:00.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Song;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I was even alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything we ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever standing by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we were feeling inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm left to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were once so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where we have to stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever holding my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were just about to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even more in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't forgetI won't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were once so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were once so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the pictures have been burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't forget us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you won't sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3995371833616347460?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3995371833616347460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3995371833616347460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3995371833616347460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired-song.html' title='Inspired Song;'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5975445753423101329</id><published>2009-05-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:42:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Happy Birthday!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kellie Chong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her birthday was actually two days ago.. i just discovered that it was her bday so yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5975445753423101329?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5975445753423101329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5975445753423101329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5975445753423101329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/dob.html' title='D.O.B'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3036981263520508667</id><published>2009-05-08T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:16:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent.</title><content type='html'>i have not been bloggig for almost a month now. Not much has hapened except Joanne's Birthday celebration. other than that seriously there was nothing. So now... See.. i have an issue. Since blogging wasnt as fun as it used to be and all the MSSD games have ended, I AM REALLY BORED.. Since im bored i message her more often than i usuallly do. and call her more too. But see, im facing this crisis. my emotions are all mixed up... i dont know what to say or do about this... Im afraid she might take it the wrong way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" You have made a big change in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But luckily your in my life to still do that to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay with me for just a little while longer....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3036981263520508667?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3036981263520508667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/recent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3036981263520508667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3036981263520508667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/05/recent.html' title='Recent.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1908813455821652615</id><published>2009-04-19T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:12:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Happy Birthday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby Face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A.K.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Khai Teq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i got cake from him.. unlike chee ping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1908813455821652615?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1908813455821652615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dob_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1908813455821652615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1908813455821652615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dob_18.html' title='D.O.B'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-9093509068121231890</id><published>2009-04-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:42:41.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-HAPPY BIRTHDAY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAU CHEE PING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough he didnt give me cake, we're still friends.. FOR NOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-9093509068121231890?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/9093509068121231890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9093509068121231890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9093509068121231890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/dob.html' title='D.O.B'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7525117464341972018</id><published>2009-04-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:28:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excuse : Mother Nature.</title><content type='html'>So,, this post is going to be about earth hour. see, in my point of view, i see earth hour as an excuse to have candle light dinners. but my point is, there are reasons why we had earth hour. Mother Nature had tried to protect us from our fate from God, and yet we do nothing back. so at least for one hour, all the lights are off-ed to help conserve : and in return to Mother Nature. Back to what i was supposed to talk about, i wanted to ask you people how did YOU spend EARTH HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, i took the time to sit, relax and think about all the things i cherish in life. and in the silence of the darkness, only have i truly known how much i appreciate them. i guess earth hour wasnt that bad after all. With no light-ings, i guess we could survive, as long as the sun comes back up to show me how beatiful the world is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE, to :&lt;br /&gt;EARTH HOUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7525117464341972018?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7525117464341972018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-mother-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7525117464341972018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7525117464341972018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-mother-nature.html' title='An Excuse : Mother Nature.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2895643612648802338</id><published>2009-03-22T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:10:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know ME?</title><content type='html'>Before you people start thinking negative, i got this from the internet thru my friends blog. its a test to get to know yourself better. this is what it said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it yourself. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2895643612648802338?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2895643612648802338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-to-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2895643612648802338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2895643612648802338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-to-know-me.html' title='Get to Know ME?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7549730070548377969</id><published>2009-03-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:59:04.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations?</title><content type='html'>so yesterday, the cheerleading captains decided to celebrate with each other. but guess what? not many people turned up. well its normal for them. cause some goodie goodie ' kids ' are not allowed to come. but its already a normal thing for all of 'our' group members to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with me going to volleyballl training in the morning. but after a few games, the urge of playing was not there anymore. so we played quite alot of tensed games cause our coach was not happy with the way we were playing. well, what ever, he'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my dad came late to pick me up. so i reached home a quickly headed for the showers, changed and told my dad i had to go. everyone was actually not there yet, but since Jo' was there alone, might as well go early to &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt; her. i was actually alone, but i didnt know my 'mum' , hana, was following me. so at 1 point i turned back cause i thought i was heading in the wrong direction and &lt;em&gt;BOOM!&lt;/em&gt; she shoved her hand right up my face and said ' &lt;em&gt;HI !&lt;/em&gt; '. i was kinda scared cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i thought no stranger would do that.&lt;br /&gt;2. i didnt know hana could scare me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon after, hana and i went and met Jo' at McDonalds. we were walking around cause ' &lt;em&gt;it burns calories&lt;/em&gt; '. Girls.. but after walking for just a few minutes, Drew called Jo' and said he arrived. we, of course had to pick him up. &lt;em&gt;Boys will be Boys&lt;/em&gt;, so me and Drew brought the other two to watch us play pool while waiting for the others to turn up. Soon after, Matt arrived. we played and we played  till Adam and Daus' came. Adam left us for his personal reasons while Daus' hung around to play with us. Then it was time and we had to leave for the &lt;em&gt;LUNCH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached there first and many people didnt turn up anyways, so we started to order and started munching down first. but since Aisyah arrived later than us, some of us had to wait for her to finish her food before we could leave. and i forgot to mention that while eating, Matt, Jo' and Drew were salting each others food. Drew's food turned out to be really salty as he claims it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then levia turned up and we headed for the pool place again, as usual. but i was getting kinda bored of pool cause i keep losing. but anyways, Aisyah and Levia was first to play. they played for half an hour or more! the balls just refused to enter ( or maybe they just suck). no offence guys. and Jo' and hana had to go off somewhere to have a ' &lt;em&gt;girl talk&lt;/em&gt; '. well i was suspicious of course. But when Jo' came back, she pulled me aside and gave me a necklace with a ring pendent that has ' JO (heart) Jin ' on it. i was seriously stunned. i dont really expect her to buy it for me. And i was so speechless that i forgot to say thank you. but if she's reading this, &lt;em&gt;i am really happy with it and i appreciate it alot&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since everybody was bored, we suggested a movie. but we didnt have any idea what movie to watch, so ' &lt;em&gt;Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/em&gt; ' was our only choice. the movie was kinda boring though. but Jo' was beside me. so it doesnt really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we had our dinner. It was at &lt;em&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/em&gt;. i didnt have anything much to eat cause i was too tired to even eat. but then, news broke out that Rachel's there. well, i didnt have anything to ask or say when we went and met her. When it was kinda late, Matt left, then followed by Jo' and Drew. So it was me, Khai Teq and Azrai with Rach'. Being me, i felt &lt;em&gt;my presence&lt;/em&gt; was not wanted so i left the group and told Azrai and Khai Teq to call me when their done cause they are following me back. And then they were done and we left. i guess everybody was exhausted when they got home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7549730070548377969?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7549730070548377969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7549730070548377969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7549730070548377969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations?'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1139830013279504588</id><published>2009-03-17T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:55:48.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bug Never Bitten Me This Itchy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She could say she's happy. but im confused on wether she means it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sb8eetRDbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/D2MYxjIILJU/s1600-h/Matt%27s+FLickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313999598216506514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sb8eetRDbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/D2MYxjIILJU/s320/Matt%27s+FLickr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sb8eetRDbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/D2MYxjIILJU/s1600-h/Matt%27s+FLickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sb8eetRDbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/D2MYxjIILJU/s1600-h/Matt%27s+FLickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it seem emotional and all but its just that someway or somehow i feel left out for some reason. See, since me and Joanne were together everythings been great. and after everything that happened in the previous post, the whole day with all our friends, i seem to really feel like im not doing enough for my special one. everyone seems to have a better chemistry with her than i do. they make her laugh harder than i do. they seem to find the right words at the right time to say to her way more thatn i could. they make her feel occupied with something more than i could. i have a feeling im not standing up to my&lt;em&gt; responsibilities&lt;/em&gt; or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could make her happy, i could make her smile/laugh but just not the way they do to her. i could make her feel like my presence is there but not as much as how her friends could. it may seem confusing. well it is. i wished i was all my friends and myself combined to be a perfect guy for her. it seems to me that im not the ' &lt;em&gt;Oomph&lt;/em&gt; ' in her life to make her happy. .. i just want to do more to make these feeling of jealousy subsize and make me feel satisfied about myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1139830013279504588?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1139830013279504588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-bug-never-bitten-me-this-itchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1139830013279504588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1139830013279504588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-bug-never-bitten-me-this-itchy.html' title='Love Bug Never Bitten Me This Itchy.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sb8eetRDbJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/D2MYxjIILJU/s72-c/Matt%27s+FLickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7930270410130902818</id><published>2009-03-17T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:26:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Moments Don't Last Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;on Monday, which was yesterday, seven of us took the KTM to Seremban to see Ms. Vasugi (our former language teacher). the day started of early with me leaving the house at 6:50 am to go to Azrai's house for transport. Matthew and Khai Teq followed too. when we were there, we got into a car and left. But first thing's FIRST, we had to get breakfast. we stop at the McDonald's near subang parade to grab a bite. 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Soon after, we got onto the train, anxiously awaiting to reach Seremban to see Ms. Vasugi. On the train, there were not that many people as expected. but definitely there were no seats. we stood for about half an hour till we reached KL Sentral. Here, we had to switch trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the switching, we got on another train which had plenty of seat. well, its not really a compliment when i say i didnt expect our country's KTM to be what it is. Its not really half bad. 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So we might as well have a drink there. Teacher showed Matthew the way there as she couldnt take us herself as she had a tight squedule on that morning. so after a drink, we walked and we walked till we reached our destination. we were greeted into the house by Ms. Vasugi's sister. when we were there, it was quite boring. so we stareted to msg each other through the phones abt inappropriate stuff to say when teacher's sister was there. About 12 teacher got back. She took her seat and started chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and we talked about everything that was happening in our school to her to keep her updated. and she did the same to tell us about how her new enviroment is. She seems to miss us and school alot. and we miss her too oursleves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/ScjfBPwKQiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZVnlEpHj8fg/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316744572612264482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/ScjfBPwKQiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZVnlEpHj8fg/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 1:25 that LUNCH came to teacher's mind. she took us to a mamak-like shop for lunch. after lunch was our time to say our final goodbye. she took us to the station and hugs were exchanged. 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Switched trains again and back to Subang. Later everyone decided to go to Asia Cafe for a game of pool and a trip to the Cyber Cafe. Then our dinner was there too. Soon everyone started to go back after a whole day together. Finally my parents came , took me, Matthew, Azrai and Khai teq back. on the way, we stopped for ABC at ss2 and had a stroll in the &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; there. then it was time to go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7930270410130902818?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7930270410130902818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-moments-dont-last-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7930270410130902818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7930270410130902818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-moments-dont-last-forever.html' title='Happy Moments Don&apos;t Last Forever.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/ScoqMIRYYLI/AAAAAAAAALE/KyBzGaBFBgI/s72-c/Seremban2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7833832491082413195</id><published>2009-03-13T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:57:15.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;let see. last week my school held its 10th annual sprots day. or was it 11?? i dont care. this year sports day was a bummer man. i wasnt really fit for the runs. and seeing friends injured aint cool. the long practices they did. and yet in the end they got hurt. it has to be hard breaking. well, in the end &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; house won with a lead of 80+ points. we DOMINATED this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE's gotta be happy winning the Cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;Left : My School Mum - Hana&lt;br /&gt;Right : Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0Ijl_n3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/42Bklktnxl8/s1600-h/IMG_9370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312616032035118962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0Ijl_n3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/42Bklktnxl8/s320/IMG_9370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a chance to hold the overall champions trophy.&lt;br /&gt;it was a cheap throphy anyways. the top part came of soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JPeW6iI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LhsgHCVtHu4/s1600-h/IMG_9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312616043814251042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JPeW6iI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LhsgHCVtHu4/s320/IMG_9374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Picture.&lt;br /&gt;My "mum" and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JcCb9LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oDqnH2QJMZw/s1600-h/IMG_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312616047186801842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JcCb9LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oDqnH2QJMZw/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JcCb9LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oDqnH2QJMZw/s1600-h/IMG_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0JcCb9LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/oDqnH2QJMZw/s1600-h/IMG_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7833832491082413195?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7833832491082413195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7833832491082413195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7833832491082413195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sbo0Ijl_n3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/42Bklktnxl8/s72-c/IMG_9370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-533956230394602509</id><published>2009-03-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:27:38.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;        TO MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;        CBOX !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just opened my blog today and i saw that my cbox was gone. there was someone else who knows my password but it couldnt be him. DAMN this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-533956230394602509?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/533956230394602509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/533956230394602509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/533956230394602509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/no.html' title='NO !'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7741238947279361745</id><published>2009-03-09T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:37:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F ! those BITCHES</title><content type='html'>here is one of the post which i rant on people i hate. well this time is about my parents. in this post i refer them to BITCHES. here i go, 1st of all my relatives came from Ipoh yesterday. so i thought it would be fun right? but it isnt. my dad won the lottery. but the amount was minimum. anyhow he said he would buy me new shoes. and on Sunday, we went out. as usual that bitch ditched me there. so did the other bitch. i waited for the whole fucking day for them to arrive and yet they didnt turn up. those BITCHES gave the excuse that they didnt want to waste time finding carparks or walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as u know i have family issues. my cousin's okay. but his family sucks. i had to wait for his family in order for myself to get into my own apartment which that bitch insisted on them staying there. but that bitch didnt even turn up there. sitting in that apartment made me feel so IRONIC. i thought it was mine and yet they treay it as their own. guess what they did, firstly, they switched on all the lights when the sun is still up. who's paying for them not those people thats for sure. then the four air-cons in the whole apartment were turned on when everybody was only in the living room. seriously who pays for this shit? fine even if they did on everything, they could at least have the courtesy to close all the doors or windows so that the rooms cooler and dont waste electricity which will eventually turn up in bills right? NOPE. in fact they leave the whole balcony open and they front door WIDE open. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've surpass that. but just when i thought everything was fine. i end up eating in a thai restaurant which i have no idea what i was eating except TOM-YAM. when i didnt eat as much as used to, those BITCHES started buging me. here's the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM-bitch : &lt;em&gt;wei, why today so moody? why eat so little?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she bombarded with questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of everybody in that table..&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;em&gt;SHUT UP LA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she was all..&lt;br /&gt;MOM-bitch : &lt;em&gt;What's ur problem la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;em&gt;YOU dumbass. ask yourself that question la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this part got interesting. the other bitch had to do the first bitch's dirty work. she ask him to ask how i was doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLS- bitch : &lt;em&gt;Boy, how are you? Okay anot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;em&gt;SO WHAT IF IM OKAY?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so stunned that we stared at each other with a cold look. i could tell that bastard was scared of his pants if i treatened him. that was the climax of the day. then soon after he was mumbling to himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLS- bitch : &lt;em&gt;let him play la. go play go play. dont need to study anymore la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he was all sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;em&gt;okay okay! i will!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he shut-ed up for the whole night. when we reached home from dinner, i prayed for those BITCHES that they couldnt have a peaceful night to rest. whatever stated here is true and everysingle word i said was not changed from the actual convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday. today i tried to get out of the house without them knowing. but in the end my only mean of transport left too early. i was suppose to follow En.Ariff to the waterfall. then i was planning to come back late. so my parents could take back their words. i hate those BITCHES so much! and DARN you Matthew! YOU were suppose to call me before you left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7741238947279361745?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7741238947279361745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-those-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7741238947279361745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7741238947279361745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/f-those-bitches.html' title='F ! those BITCHES'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3311662376500710508</id><published>2009-03-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:32:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna buy new KICKS!</title><content type='html'>Picture Of JORDAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/michael-jordan-xx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px" alt="" src="http://sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/michael-jordan-xx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what Guess what?! im gonna buy new shoes! it may not be a surprise but whatever. this time im gonna buy the AIR JORDAN XX3. this shoe looks damn COOL! but i wouldnt know how it feels like wearing it yet cause i havent bought it yet. but maybe in just a week i might get it. CANT WAIT! the one im gonna buy is defintitely not the same colour as the one above. mine is gonna be blue and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3311662376500710508?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3311662376500710508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-gonna-buy-new-kicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3311662376500710508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3311662376500710508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-gonna-buy-new-kicks.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna buy new KICKS!'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5376086410716775972</id><published>2009-03-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:19:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Harashimnaidu</title><content type='html'>Well as i promised in the previous post, here's a post on what happened to me. see, i have this teacher who is freaking fat but God only knows why is he our sports organiser. his name is Mr. Naidu. This fucking bitch here thinks he knows all that about anything. see, before the 400m event took place, there were complications. Mr. Naidu here typed the name list for yellow house wrongly. and by carrying out orders for the team i got pussy scolded. That bitch pussy scolded me. here's what happened in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran to the tent beside the track to clear the names and changed them. i told another teacher of mine to change the names THEY WERE WRONG. then that fucking Bitch-Nu, who thinks he is all gangster, came and said in a &lt;em&gt;kurang ajar &lt;/em&gt;way, ' Apa salah?! Huh, apa salah?! ' i was keeping my cool, as my class teacher was there, and he wasnt complaining like a drama queen abt the names. then Bicth-Nu here said ' Saya malam tadi baru type nama ni tau? apa salah?' and there i was thinking to myself, if the names were typed by him so carefully, Bitch-Nu didnt even spell my name right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he thinks that he was so right. i wasnt even talking to him in the first place. and his fucking busybody-ness had to just get involved. in the end the names were eventually changed cause BICTH-NU TYPED IT WRONGLY! that fuckhole. soon i was thinking of a way to hurt him real bad and seemed innocent for it. the planned has been confirmed and might be carried out as soon as he thinks. so watch out BITCH-NU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5376086410716775972?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5376086410716775972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-harashimnaidu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5376086410716775972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5376086410716775972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-harashimnaidu.html' title='Mr. Harashimnaidu'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7598595060972719353</id><published>2009-03-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:05:20.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labelled YELLOW.</title><content type='html'>today was a great day. and about my previous post, me and her are okay already. and since that inccident we have just tried to forget what happend. back to my topic. today, my school took some of us to the stadium where we have our sports day to reherse for the acctual day and some final track events were also held today. it started with the 400m. i dont know abt the girls but i do know about the guys. Vivishen ( blue ) won the race as expected but heart felt respects to Hadzwan and Daniel for trying. you guys did great. after that event we all practiced for the march pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the 4x400m relay took place. at that time an inccident took place that i will never forget neither am i gonna forgive. i'll blog about it in the next post. but in this event SHE took part in it. eventhough she didnt win, she wasnt last. and no matter what the results are, i am proud of HER. after her race, it was mine. i was the last person for the relay. thanks to my teammates, Hadzwan, Adam and Daniel, i had a big advantage. the second team wasnt even close all i had to do was maintain the lead and win. and thats what happened. GO YELLOW. well done guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went back to school with big smiles on our faces...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7598595060972719353?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7598595060972719353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/labelled-yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7598595060972719353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7598595060972719353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/labelled-yellow.html' title='Labelled YELLOW.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8717413294562447231</id><published>2009-03-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:23:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont do this..</title><content type='html'>after the last post, i've just commited SUICIDE. not literally but i wished i could have. i cant stand to have the thought of the one that i love most leaving me. i dont want you to leave me without a mutual reason. i love you. and this might be the first time i felt this much pain. i dont think its right for us to suffer this way when all we have feel so right. at this point of blogging, im not even sure what gonna happen between us. hopefully its not over. i dont want to ever stop loving you. dont make me feel that i have to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8717413294562447231?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8717413294562447231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8717413294562447231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8717413294562447231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-do-this.html' title='Dont do this..'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-9210228457640648194</id><published>2009-03-03T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:52:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomodating for TWO.</title><content type='html'>heres another problem. i have gone true serious crap before and dun think i deserve to go through it before. and as my friend , Matthew, said to me before " What doesnt kill you, makes you stronger." but see, there are still complications in my life that i just cant solve. and this one is just a massive blackhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is something that i have no control of. it is also something that i have no right to voice out about. see, SHE has me and she also has her bestfriend. and her bestfriend kinda dislike me for certain reasons. its not that i dont want everything to be fine. its just that i cant do anything about it. everytime i open my mouth for any reason, it just makes &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; (her bestfriend) hold a bigger grudge on me. i would want both, HER and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to be fine. but its just that &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wouldnt listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what im trying to say is that, i dont want anymore complications. and i want HER to be happy with everything in her life. and its okay if &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;want to spend some time with her. i know its hard for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but im not here to pull her away from you and neither am i here to be in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;way. i dont mind if you still feel that disliking me is neccessary, but if you do change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mind, THANK YOU. if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dont, then at least dont do it infront of her. let her be happy. and if i did anything wrong before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M SINCERELY SORRY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-9210228457640648194?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/9210228457640648194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/accomodating-for-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9210228457640648194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9210228457640648194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/accomodating-for-two.html' title='Accomodating for TWO.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7543164317250721074</id><published>2009-03-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:20:30.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Phone</title><content type='html'>well, you see, im complicated. and i also like things to go my way. but it seems to me, somehow, friends of mine or hers are KINDA in the way. what im trying to say is that, when you are in a relationship, you would want every single bit of attention from your partner. and my problem is, she pays more attention to friends more than she does to me at times. its not a complaint : definitely not. im happy with everything that is going on. its just that, my feelings get disorientated. and it bothers me. but i got over that. FRIENDS are meant to get attention from her. and i dont need her attention all the time. i have just the right amount of attention i need from her through the phone. as long as i know she cares i love HER and my FRIENDS as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7543164317250721074?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7543164317250721074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7543164317250721074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7543164317250721074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/03/through-phone.html' title='Through the Phone'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-2326460688661564220</id><published>2009-02-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:20:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Victory</title><content type='html'>today it was the last day of the inter-house basketball in school. it was yellow against the blues. i didnt have time to watch the game as i was occupied. but only to my concern i know that yellow won the match. GO YELLOW!. soon after the inter-house football matches began. first match was u-15 boys : yellow against blue. i was in the team, so i played. the game started really well with us scoring within minutes. then a few minutes later, we've scored again. the match ended with a 2 : 0 score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, then u-18 played and other games continued. wasnt paying much attention to the game at that time cause i was already occupied again with her. i was just too into the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-2326460688661564220?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/2326460688661564220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2326460688661564220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/2326460688661564220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-victory.html' title='Another Victory'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6785943972556036018</id><published>2009-02-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:17:36.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-L-U-E.</title><content type='html'>This post i gonna be a little awkward but read with me. OK?. i have been with her like for 11 days now. and its obvious that our feelings are mutual. but 1 thing has been bothering me since. you know how couples react and how they do they're THING right?. me, im finding my strenght to carry out these THINGS. these things im refering to are like holding hands, snuggling into 1 another, holding waist and what not. See, since we're together and all, i thought these things will be easily carried out. but i was wrong. everytime when i have a chance to, i somehow chicken-out and keep my hands to myself. i dont know why. aint these types of things suppose to be okay to do with 1 another?. i just wished that i know she has the same feelings as i have to do these things. i dont want to make her feel awkward and all. thats why i just couldnt risk a single wrong move..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6785943972556036018?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6785943972556036018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-l-u-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6785943972556036018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6785943972556036018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-l-u-e.html' title='B-L-U-E.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-9048816127576287900</id><published>2009-02-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:02:24.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying ATTENTION : APPRECIATE</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of assessment. i had BM, English and Geography. I guess i did my papers fairly good. but im not getting my hopes up and finding myself fail. Although people take these assessments or test seriously, i somehow can't. its not that i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me that there are other things occupying my mind at the moment. But its not a bad thing. i have been thinking about her a lot. and she's always on my mind. she has been making me feel more confident about myself and she has been making me give it my all in no matter what im involve in. i never want to disappoint her. so for that reason, i think its only fair to do what i should do to impress / satisfy her. she makes me feel that being just myself already makes me special and i dont have to try anything fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for certain, a girl like her should be given the best of treatments and protected with all you've got. me, i dont feel like i have given any of those enough yet. but i'll contine trying.&lt;br /&gt;i love her and i'll do whatever i possibly could to make her the happiest she could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-9048816127576287900?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/9048816127576287900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/paying-attention-appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9048816127576287900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/9048816127576287900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/paying-attention-appreciate.html' title='Paying ATTENTION : APPRECIATE'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4230866776249835083</id><published>2009-02-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:15:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups And Downs : Pros And Cons</title><content type='html'>Toady was a very interesting day. the morning started with jogathon. i thought we were all gonna start straight away after the school began, so i took a RED BULL. but i came to find out that it only starts after a few events. so i felt like i wasted a can of it. but anyhows, the jogathon was great. i got a position in the top ten. good huh?. but to tell you the truth, i wouldnt have finished the race as i wanted to if it werent for worrying abt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went 1 round already. form 3's to form 5's are supposed to go two rounds. as i was running my second, i herd people talking about her. its wasnt good. she was injured and she fell. hearing this made me just want to finish the race as soon as possible to go see her. as i finished i looked around and i couldnt find her. i walked pass the office, but for so,e reason i turned around and saw a group of people surrounding someone. i ran there and saw her in pain. this was an awfull sight. i couldnt do anything about it. i have no idea what to do at that time. so i kept quiet. thinking to myself ' how pathetic am i'.. but in the end she was fine and was back to her normal self. i asked her if she was okay. she turned around, gave me smile and told me she was fine. what a relief that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama, it was time to celebrate Levia's birthday. Levia was upstairs as we were preparing the cake at the canteen. soon she came down and we sang her a song. after that school was back to its normal ways. STUDIES conttinued as usual ; what a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, around 1:30 in the afternoon, it was time for the basketball matches to go on. the u-15 girls were 1st to play. YELLOW won that match ; GO YELLOW! then the u-18 girls were to play next. yellow was against blue this time. the game started alright. Levia, the birthday girl, got injured later. and thats when the drama took place. yellow and blue girls were kinda battling hard against each other out there. it was so hard to watch. they fought and they fought. SHE was in the court for BLUE that time. i didnt want HER to get hurt and neither did i want them to fight. SHE, at the last minutes scored two free throws. these points were the deciders of the game. yellow lost. and after that game some of the girls were not happy and ignored each other. anyways i congratulated HER. and i got MY FIRST HUG FROM HER. those few miliseconds were definitely a memory to remember. then soon after was the u-18 boys turn. reds against yellows. the game started reds way and red had the lead. but just before the first half ended, yellow took the lead. and from there they maintained their lead for the win. GO YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that game, it was followed by my game. the u-15 ; yellow against blue. we started off okay but didnt get to scored till a few minutes had passed. after that point we continued to score more frequently. in this game, i gave it all i could. i jumped higher than i normally do, i ran more than i normally run, and i also fouled more than i normally fouled. but still i managed to score a few points and made some blocks. it was a good game. the game ended and it was HER turn to congratulate me. i was already happy and what she did made me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished her goodbye and left for home..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DAY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4230866776249835083?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4230866776249835083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-and-downs-pros-and-cons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4230866776249835083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4230866776249835083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ups-and-downs-pros-and-cons.html' title='Ups And Downs : Pros And Cons'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5629762139989764854</id><published>2009-02-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:32:21.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Felt LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is MINE is HERS..&lt;br /&gt;And what is HERS.. its MINE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1qP4qJzvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GIHgoOqw08c/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304512757252083442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1qP4qJzvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GIHgoOqw08c/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1qP4qJzvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GIHgoOqw08c/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1qP4qJzvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GIHgoOqw08c/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you make me so happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the ways you show you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you say, "I Love You,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the way you're always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the way you touch me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always sending chills down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that you are with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And glad that you are mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes you always speak to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In sweet honesty and truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your caring heart keeps out the rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOUR LOVE, the ultimate roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of you each morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of your arms being around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cannot express my delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so deeply, I love you so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the sound of your voiceAnd the way that we touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love your warm smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your kind, thoughtful way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The joy that you bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my life every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I have from the start,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5629762139989764854?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5629762139989764854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-felt-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5629762139989764854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5629762139989764854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-felt-love.html' title='A Heart Felt LOVE'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1qP4qJzvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GIHgoOqw08c/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-935653348407672835</id><published>2009-02-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:00:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-O-G-A-T-H-O-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the day no one hopes for. JOGATHON. to prepare we have already ran the route abt three to four times already. but still, my heart beats fast thinking about it. its not 1 of my favourite events at all. but the points of this event is more thatn the rest as the whole school is involved in it. But i guess im am prepared for this event.. the pictures below will tell you why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED BULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJX47U1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K807rIMkDXs/s1600-h/190220091494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304503849283441490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJX47U1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K807rIMkDXs/s320/190220091494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are what me and my friends are gonna drink through out the day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJaKSL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/42t8u7BtGdQ/s1600-h/190220091493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304503849893113698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJaKSL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/42t8u7BtGdQ/s320/190220091493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJaKSL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/42t8u7BtGdQ/s1600-h/190220091493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJaKSL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/42t8u7BtGdQ/s1600-h/190220091493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJaKSL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/42t8u7BtGdQ/s1600-h/190220091493.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-935653348407672835?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/935653348407672835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-o-g-t-h-o-n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/935653348407672835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/935653348407672835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-o-g-t-h-o-n.html' title='J-O-G-A-T-H-O-N'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/SZ1iJX47U1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K807rIMkDXs/s72-c/190220091494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4086443326255438288</id><published>2009-02-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:12:01.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Movie Watched - The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button.</title><content type='html'>At once epic in scope and intimate in detail, David Fincher's THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON is certainly the director's most emotional film to date (though FIGHT CLUB and SEVEN don't offer much in the way of competition). Loosely based on an F. Scott Fitzgerald story, this romantic drama tells the tale of Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt), born in 1918 in New Orleans as a baby with wrinkles, cataracts, and arthritis. Benjamin will age backwards, getting younger as he watches those around him growing older. Included in that group are his adoptive mother, Queenie (Taraji P. Henson), and Daisy (Cate Blanchett), the love of his life whom he meets when she is just a little girl and he is an old man. They age in reverse, but despite Benjamin's globe-trotting adventures, their lives repeatedly intersect. The script from Oscar winner Eric Roth bears more than a few hallmarks in common with his earlier work on FORREST GUMP: both adaptations cross decades and continents. But BENJAMIN's script or even the fine acting aren't its most impressive accomplishment; the technology--both CGI and makeup--used to make Benjamin and Daisy age are remarkable, and makes the film entirely believable, but they're certainly aided by fine performances from both Pitt and Blanchett. The triumph of technology only serves to underscore the beauty of this film and of the love story at its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoremagazine.net/maxspace/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/benjaminbutton-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://www.baltimoremagazine.net/maxspace/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/benjaminbutton-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/C/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_xl_02--film-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/C/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_xl_02--film-B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoremagazine.net/maxspace/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/benjaminbutton-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4086443326255438288?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4086443326255438288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-once-epic-in-scope-and-intimate-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4086443326255438288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4086443326255438288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-once-epic-in-scope-and-intimate-in.html' title='Recent Movie Watched - The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-5438868513811830961</id><published>2009-02-15T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:50:48.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG THANK YOU.</title><content type='html'>see, me and her would not have happened if it werent for my friends. i guess it is safe to say that i have some pretty good friends. and in no way i would want to lose them. they gave me advise. made me feel comfortable in no matter what situations. but eventhough sometimes they're kinda JERKY, at the end of the day, they are my friends. and i appreciate everything you guys have done for me through these few years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like too wish you guys &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-5438868513811830961?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/5438868513811830961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5438868513811830961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/5438868513811830961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-thank-you.html' title='A BIG THANK YOU.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-592336273727862789</id><published>2009-02-13T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:12:22.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when my day seems BAD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE ACCEPTED ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a shoutout to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.&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/5592067278523568954-592336273727862789?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/592336273727862789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/592336273727862789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/592336273727862789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title='O.M.G.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-3229427089875740639</id><published>2009-02-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:06:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th : Valentines Eve</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know, today is Valentines Eve and its on Friday the 13th. My school if ' celebrating ' the occassion with some song dedication and roses give-a-ways. I though it was going to be a good day as i was planning to ask her today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out things just werent the way i planned it would be. Firstly, i made a song dedication to her. and guess what happens?. she has a blue house meeting and went back to the senior block. i just unlucky i guess. i cancelled the dedication then and there. as break was over, we had assembly at the basketball court. this is when the rose give-a-ways took place. i was expecting to get 3 roses for her and 1 for Levia and 1 for Farhana. And it didnt make sense to me at all when i ordered a few days before and yet the roses werent enough and i was the only one who didnt get any. Yes, if you are thinking to pity me you should..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets worst. after school i was planning to give her a present and with it a letter. but i kinda chickened out as from the morning i already was thinking about what would happen if i did it. and the consiquences were obvious. i just had a bad feeling about this.. and yet.. i kinda took Azrai's advise and put my right leg forward with it.. So i walked .. it was the longests 5 meter walk of my life.. my heart was pounding, i can hear it beating in my head.. soon i reached her.. i had to say it. but i was just so PATHETIC that i panic.. and all i said was... HAPPY VALENTINES DAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said thank you.. and yet in my mind as i was running away, i thought to myself, ' WHAT THE HELL?!' and i thought i could do better.. i hate myself ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i hear that she wants more time.. but its not the fact that she dont want to. its because her best friend has issues with me as i dated her before.. READERS : please be open about this.. And it kills me now as i have no idea what emotions to put forward to show her anymore. im confused EMOTIONALLY. im officially dead at this moment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-3229427089875740639?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/3229427089875740639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-valentines-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3229427089875740639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/3229427089875740639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-valentines-eve.html' title='Friday the 13th : Valentines Eve'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-4572583818756330775</id><published>2009-02-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:05:07.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A GAME.</title><content type='html'>Today my school had its first inter-house games this year. it started of with the girls under 15 basketball. Yellow agaisnt Blue. In the end yellow house won. the next game also involed the yellow house. This time its the under 18 girls agaist the reds. I guess the streght of yellow house was too powerfull and it overthrew the reds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last match of the day was the long anticipated game i have been waiting for. The under 15 boys, yellows against the reds. in the first few seconds or minutes in the game we already scored. soon after me and my fellow team mates used a FULL COURT PRESS tactic. this definitely overpowered the reds. in just seven minutes, which is half the game we play, we already scored more than 20 points and the reds had none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we played the final half of the game. we still dominated but in the final minutes the red got to score two points from different free shots. I guess our hopes of making them lose with a zero was no possible. But the game ended 40 to 2 making us the dominating team overall at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-4572583818756330775?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/4572583818756330775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4572583818756330775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/4572583818756330775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-game.html' title='What A GAME.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-1333147528228017383</id><published>2009-02-09T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:46:52.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day to Never Attend to.</title><content type='html'>Today is Hari Thaipussam. Its a holiday. And this sucks cause i have " Cheerleading " practice in school. The day started as i was going to school with my dad after having breakfast. Matthew and Khai Teq, my friends, were late to my house so i left for school without them. in the end they managed to come to school anyways. i had a reason to go early. i wanted to practice for basketball as i have a house match on wednesday. Anyways, after practicing alone for a while SHE came. SHE told me that my " Mother " ( that means my God-Mother) was emitted into the hospital last night. I was like DAMN. But after awhile i got to be wih her for a few minutes i guess. after that Aisyah came and i had to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as i was practicing, i couldnt stop thinking about HER. And what SHE'S doing. i was day dreaming. And during cheerleading, Aisyah was extra mean and she did not let us eat lunch till 1 something. Man i had breakfast at 6! then i thought to myself maybe i should ask my mum to get some food for me, my friends and her. well i guess my dad was busy so i cant get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Matthew got lost and Aisyah got all EMO. i had no idea why. he went out to get food for us and yet you get angry at him? ITS FOOD WOMAN, FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and for those who didnt get to read this original post before, well, too bad. i didnt want to get myself into trouble. but if you want to know you could ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those of you out there who have read my original post, PLEASE i beg of you to keep whatever you read to yourself. DONT GET ME INTO STICKY SITUATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-1333147528228017383?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/1333147528228017383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1333147528228017383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/1333147528228017383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='A Day to Never Attend to.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-925197276495170125</id><published>2009-02-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:25:44.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recant Movie Watched - Pink Panther 2</title><content type='html'>Steve Martin continues to be a revered comedy icon even 10 years after his last relevant comedy (that would be Bowfinger), but even he knew he needed some help to get anyone to accept a second remake of the classic Peter Sellers Pink Panther films. So for &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal! important; FONT-SIZE: 100%! important; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px! important; COLOR: #2b65b0! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: #2b65b0 0.2em dotted; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent! important; TEXT-DECORATION: none! important" href="http://www.cinemablend.com/reviews/Pink-Panther-2-3658.html#" target="_blank" itxtdid="7208620"&gt;The Pink Panther 2&lt;/a&gt;, Martin stacks the deck with talented comedians and actors from across the globe. Emily Mortimer and Jean Reno are back, John Cleese has replaced Kevin Kline as Clouseau's nemesis Inspector Dreyfus, and Alfred Molina and Andy Garcia have joined as international investigators brought to France when, once again, the Pink Panther diamond is lifted. Add in Aishwarya Rai as a mysterious diamond expert, Lily Tomlin as an etiquette teacher and Jeremy Irons as a suspected culprit, and it's a cast that would make anything worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Jacque Clouseau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2009/02/06/pink_panther/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2009/02/06/pink_panther/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2009/02/06/pink_panther/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2009/02/06/pink_panther/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underutilizing its talented cast, The Pink Panther 2 is little more than a series of lame slapstick gags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mimg.sulekha.com/english/pink-panther-2/Stills/pink-panther-2_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://mimg.sulekha.com/english/pink-panther-2/Stills/pink-panther-2_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS NOT AS FUNNY AS THE FIRST ONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-925197276495170125?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/925197276495170125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/recant-movie-watched-pink-panther-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/925197276495170125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/925197276495170125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/recant-movie-watched-pink-panther-2.html' title='Recant Movie Watched - Pink Panther 2'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-8538599353456773603</id><published>2009-02-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:08:49.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it Going.</title><content type='html'>I was wondering. is this going anywhere? and since many advise i get is very different from each other, i have no i dea who i am going to go with. Friends are great to offer a hand. and me, i started giving CLUES or ideas to show her i have feelings for her. i guess its obvious already. but who knows if she would push me away anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this momentum builds up, im going to slowly increase my fair share of care to her. letting her know that i am serious and not here to mess with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, we might be together as soon as you think. that will surely be a happy ending but who knows what she's thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging on a thin thread of friemds advise..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-8538599353456773603?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/8538599353456773603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-it-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8538599353456773603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/8538599353456773603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/got-it-going.html' title='Got it Going.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-6841713654525607243</id><published>2009-02-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:22:54.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Gonna Be Frank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This girl i have been talking about lately on my blog. Do you think i have a shot?. She cute. She nice and sweet. She never really does anything bad. She is like definitely every guy's dreamgirl when they come to think about it. She has always treated me nice. But nowadays it seems weird being around her. Its like everybody is agaisnt me and her. Friends tend to purposely put her name with another guy to get on my nerves. But i havent told them yet but i have a feeling they do know now. I dont know why but its so hard for me. I've got no support except from certain friends. Why wouldnt i just tell them? their friends arent they? Well i have not got much time before i tell her how i feel. Valentines Day is coming soon. Wish me Luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-6841713654525607243?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/6841713654525607243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-be-frank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6841713654525607243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/6841713654525607243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-be-frank.html' title='Im Gonna Be Frank.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592067278523568954.post-7045250766921759477</id><published>2009-02-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:59:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden FEELING.</title><content type='html'>Hey! Hey! Hey! want to hear a poem?. well this poem is for that somebody out there and if you are reading it might be you, BUT DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP (too soon). this is just something i felt like saying. it might not be all that but its good enough for me. So ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want you to know that eventhough we're apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a piece of you will always remain in my HEART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll remember you smile your smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll remember your laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll also REMEMBER the momments we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, there's one thing i regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thats the way i made you cry as i said my final GOODBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt meant to hurt you, because you meant everything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i should have tried, and in our love, BELIEVED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead i did the one thing that tore my heart into two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to put an end to our relationship ; and now we're through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess everything is not meant to last for an eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in time we will both heal and look back on the MEMORIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now eventhough we are no longer together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its you, my first love, i will always REMEMBER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well its a blog. so sometimes whatever i say here, stays here peacefully and might not be brought up in the real world. Unless my feelings over-rule me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592067278523568954-7045250766921759477?l=givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/feeds/7045250766921759477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hey-hey-want-to-hear-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7045250766921759477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592067278523568954/posts/default/7045250766921759477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinglifeanothergo.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hey-hey-want-to-hear-poem.html' title='A sudden FEELING.'/><author><name>Dance Steady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674748241175755404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDjEPSE56yo/Sx-zaeJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/GyCqbSGoANk/S220/DS+(tm)12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
