<?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-4773861350212088407</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:15:35.186+08:00</updated><category term='archuleta'/><title type='text'>bitCHARS</title><subtitle type='html'>we ought to know by now, this is just waay to complex for anyone to comprehend. seriously.

this is where we share, care and bitch all we want</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8414155193197486163</id><published>2010-07-05T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:55:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I tell you, and you, and you, and you.</title><content type='html'>And then and there I broke into a million pieces. Maybe one day I will  put them back together. But now all I can do is to stare at the broken  pieces,the hundreds of shiny splinters of me, as they looked up at me  mockingly, mocking me of what I used to be, and what I never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am okay. Aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-8414155193197486163?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8414155193197486163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-what-i-tell-you-and-you-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8414155193197486163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8414155193197486163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-what-i-tell-you-and-you-and-you.html' title='That&apos;s what I tell you, and you, and you, and you.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5253662013516031097</id><published>2010-07-02T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:14:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t need you to laugh at this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night ’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;div class="caption"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5253662013516031097?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5253662013516031097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-need-you-to-laugh-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5253662013516031097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5253662013516031097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-need-you-to-laugh-at-this.html' title='I don’t need you to laugh at this.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8639437160820376009</id><published>2010-06-11T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:46:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a redneck, heartbreak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's really bad at lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So watch me strike a match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On all my wasted time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as im concerned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just another picture to burn&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/4773861350212088407-8639437160820376009?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8639437160820376009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-redneck-heartbreak-whos-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8639437160820376009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8639437160820376009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-redneck-heartbreak-whos-really.html' title='What?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-2707473039878285672</id><published>2010-05-16T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:03:43.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feels bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried so hard, but it still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm half the person i used to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-2707473039878285672?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2707473039878285672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/feels-bitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2707473039878285672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2707473039878285672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/feels-bitter.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4102972036575902460</id><published>2010-05-16T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:33:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS FUCKING ABOUT YOU INNIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how clever you always twist things round in circles and make nothing your mistakes and everything mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4102972036575902460?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4102972036575902460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fucking-about-you-innit-how-clever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4102972036575902460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4102972036575902460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fucking-about-you-innit-how-clever.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3679560088221994116</id><published>2010-05-16T01:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:05:54.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont want a conversation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Mr X,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't really know why you still come around to me and act as if i'm suppose to be your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;best fren&lt;/span&gt; again. I dont get it. I really dont. How do u expect me to be like normal? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dont want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I'm sorry. You gave me enough heartbreaks to last me a lifetime. Please leave me alone. I dont want to know about your life, or anything to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JUST.FUCKING.LEAVE.ME.ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3679560088221994116?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3679560088221994116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-want-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3679560088221994116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3679560088221994116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-want-conversation.html' title='I dont want a conversation.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7161809982402129436</id><published>2010-05-16T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:59:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i guess i am not satisfied with our conversation because i felt like we went in circles and i forgot some of the things i wanted to say along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you know, i broke a lot of rules for you. i put aside my ego. i initiated. i called you first and let you see how im bothered. you dont even realize how much you affect me, i cant even fucking sleep because of you. last night i slept at 7am. what the fuck. and you dont even care. your parting words with me are i dont have anything to say to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you admit that you could sense something was up and you still didnt bother to ask me about it right? you drop the obligatory hi text and fine duty done. didnt you learn from before you went to ** that the problem was you didnt ask me. and still you didnt ask and nevermind because i called you first right. i am so insignificant to you, that you cant put aside your ego and just ask? maybe i have my reasons for not replying you normally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;perhaps its not my place to tell you or care who and how much you talk to someone. but even after i told you how i felt and we made up, you do it still. not change a thing and have the cheek to tell me that youve already texted me so i cant get mad? then now, you say i took it wrong and its not obligatory. of course i am not going to ask you to tone down your frequency with her. its not my place and i sure as hell dont want to make you obligated to do that as well. you fucking have enough obligations with me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; well fine. if my issues mean squat to you and you feel you havent wronged me in any way. what about your darling girlfriend? have you ever considered her feelings? i know i would not like my boyfriend communicating with some other girl so much and then not even tell me about it. if it was so innocent then why didnt you just tell her? it is definitely not a nice feeling to find out from your best friend when it popped up in conversation. dont deny it because i know how much you contact her, im there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my thoughts are all over the place with you. one moment i trust you with the world and the next i categorize you with all my disappointments. just know that ive never tried so hard nor did i ever shed a tear or lose sleep from my other disappointments. please dont feed me bullshit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-7161809982402129436?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7161809982402129436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-am-not-satisfied-with-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7161809982402129436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7161809982402129436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-am-not-satisfied-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6150538254202955961</id><published>2010-05-15T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:08:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S-2tnUSKJwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j5YJoVxbibY/s1600/tumblr_l2d17eEdlf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S-2tnUSKJwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j5YJoVxbibY/s400/tumblr_l2d17eEdlf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471220013296396034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-6150538254202955961?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6150538254202955961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6150538254202955961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6150538254202955961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S-2tnUSKJwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j5YJoVxbibY/s72-c/tumblr_l2d17eEdlf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3190190755115856707</id><published>2010-05-15T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T02:03:24.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;oh sleeping pattern. please resume normal habits by monday. you have two more days to misbehave but it is really starting to take a toll on me and my work. when you are done fixing yourself, sleeping pattern, please advice eating habits to heal and be normal again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-3190190755115856707?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3190190755115856707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-sleeping-pattern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3190190755115856707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3190190755115856707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-sleeping-pattern.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5178898982622302400</id><published>2010-04-16T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:49:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'll be having lunch in the cubicle soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You remember those kids? The one's everyone liked, the one's everyone hung out around, the one's who made things happen, the one's who practically had the world revolve around them? Yeah, those people who label you in or out. They can make your life heaven on earth or a living hell.  In my time, I've known both ends of the spectrum and the freak end is the deep end of the popularity pool where you're struggling just to keep your head above the water and sharks are circling under your feet... the cool end is where everyone is playing beach volleyball and sipping pina coladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People who say its cool to be different never went to high school or at least forgot a big chunk of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some times in life, you wished that you would have the chances of going back to that gap between then.. &amp;amp; maybe now. GLUM is the new feeling of the now. somehow it feels like you dont fit in anymore &amp;amp; its the whole highschool cycle all over and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really don't know what do you want from me. i know i'm being knuckleheaded of not wanting to believe that the way you act is being normal. because i've seen normal and this is not IT. But you know what, if I spend all my life trying to conform to what everyone else thinks is "right" or "wrong", I'm gonna be pretty damn miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So today I'm standing up for whatever I think and whatever I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you cannot accept that then maybe you're the one with the problem (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- maybe i'm trying too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5178898982622302400?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5178898982622302400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-ill-be-having-lunch-in-cubicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5178898982622302400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5178898982622302400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-ill-be-having-lunch-in-cubicle.html' title='maybe i&apos;ll be having lunch in the cubicle soon'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6387359638170025045</id><published>2010-04-13T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:33:53.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dancing birds or mice making &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; dresses, but happily ever after nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, hope u'll have a lifetime supply of happiness and please bullshit no-more to the one you love most, P/s- u're a lucky bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-6387359638170025045?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6387359638170025045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-dancing-birds-or-mice-making-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6387359638170025045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6387359638170025045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-dancing-birds-or-mice-making-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5597178873284259863</id><published>2010-03-12T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:19:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people people !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S5o-tcTOl5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/azTgnoxICcc/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S5o-tcTOl5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/azTgnoxICcc/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447735649669912466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; E V I V A L  !  ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;only because im so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;damned happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;)))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy one year and ten months too baby !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;i love how you remember before it happens and before me! a miracle right bitches? did you ever think this day would come? and its not even the first time. so its not a fluke. its safe to say he has recovered from forgetfulness disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-5597178873284259863?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5597178873284259863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5597178873284259863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5597178873284259863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-people.html' title='people people !'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/S5o-tcTOl5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/azTgnoxICcc/s72-c/IMG_2858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-9199141076653519510</id><published>2010-02-10T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:27:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause it's about to get rough for you</title><content type='html'>I dont have a plan. I like it just the way it is right now. But i know this won't last because i will soon face 'it' one day,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which is pretty soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of things have been affecting me in ways it should'nt be; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;its the same old stuffs&lt;/span&gt;, which i should have gotten &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;over and done with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;long ago, but it keeps &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But i suppose it takes stuff that is this overwhelming and this torrential for me to say, i’m out of here. i’m done with this. i’m done with this completely awful trade. It was the wake up call that i really needed.I didn’t realize these decisions were bad for me until it was too late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i wont let you hold me back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm telling you this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Is. It&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-9199141076653519510?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/9199141076653519510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-its-about-to-get-rough-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9199141076653519510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9199141076653519510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-its-about-to-get-rough-for-you.html' title='&apos;Cause it&apos;s about to get rough for you'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6356115982554711245</id><published>2010-02-04T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:12:24.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i always feel like the ground seems sturdier when you tend to estimate your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-6356115982554711245?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6356115982554711245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-always-feel-like-ground-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6356115982554711245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6356115982554711245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-always-feel-like-ground-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-203239754949256385</id><published>2010-02-03T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:00:47.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I thought i found myself, but had actually lost my way...&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-203239754949256385?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/203239754949256385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-i-found-myself-but-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/203239754949256385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/203239754949256385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-i-found-myself-but-had.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-178665060701862193</id><published>2010-01-29T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:57:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo ! pay attention coz i aint playing.</title><content type='html'>i dont respect you. despite our age difference, i find your maturity level way below mine and my bitches. could you stop acting like youre in high school and stop wasting away the last moments of your twenties? freaking grow some balls and man up to your mistakes. stop messing around and getting into people's heads. stop making decent people care for you. stop being shitty. obviously people are right to say age means nothing. because a decade means nothing and i dont respect you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you had better quit it and stop lying. maybe some people care too much about you and are too nice to burst your little fucked up bubble. but i certainly am not. im giving you a time limit to take care of this shit by yourself. or else, i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace. it was so nice to meet you and put a face to all the horrendous stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-178665060701862193?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/178665060701862193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-pay-attention-coz-i-aint-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/178665060701862193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/178665060701862193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-pay-attention-coz-i-aint-playing.html' title='yo ! pay attention coz i aint playing.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8607668849184418785</id><published>2010-01-25T17:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:05:36.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding your way to the missing jigsaw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so i've heard.  you came to kl for a custom made doormat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's not as if you havent left one at perth before&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you still think you would get the same one by gng up north?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-8607668849184418785?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8607668849184418785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-your-way-to-missing-jigsaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8607668849184418785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8607668849184418785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-your-way-to-missing-jigsaw.html' title='finding your way to the missing jigsaw?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3081850349504851211</id><published>2010-01-20T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:34:43.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Heard that you're coming, be careful because I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(Fist) no pressure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3081850349504851211?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3081850349504851211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/heard-that-youre-coming-be-careful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3081850349504851211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3081850349504851211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/heard-that-youre-coming-be-careful.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5571536028140071746</id><published>2010-01-18T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:48:42.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Closed Doors, I Could Be Whoever I Wanna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to be brave and strong &lt;s&gt; when you're feeling anything but &lt;/s&gt; is more difficult than anybody knows until they try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is telling yourself not to cry over and over while you sob uncontrollably. It is walking fast and keeping constantly on the move so you don't think, but the breakdown you are running from is always right behind you, so close no matter how fast you run. It is hugging yourself tightly in the shower as you pretend that the water running down your face is not salty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is being so tired of fighting that you escape into oblivion. It is wanting and not having. It is the headache you get from crying too hard. It is smiling with the smile of a portrait and hoping nobody sees you shattering into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is what you do because you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5571536028140071746?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5571536028140071746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-closed-doors-i-could-be-whoever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5571536028140071746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5571536028140071746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-closed-doors-i-could-be-whoever.html' title='Behind Closed Doors, I Could Be Whoever I Wanna Be'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3311326235864741396</id><published>2010-01-05T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:36:53.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far</title><content type='html'>Enjoying home sweet home with the people i love most. Just chilling and not worrying abt anything. I am enjoying life so far. I appreciate every little moment back here bcuz i know moments like this wont last forever. I'm greatful and utterly thankful to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is over and done. well almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'll be better off somehow, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3311326235864741396?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3311326235864741396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3311326235864741396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3311326235864741396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far.html' title='So far'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3018099242032816159</id><published>2009-12-15T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:34:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down memory lane was fun. It brings back everything that made you who you are today. Be it stupid, funny, happy or ugly at least i did something useful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; put down the picture and maybe get some sleep tonight:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SydJ4Q6Dh4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mgd9Od-XCKo/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SydJ4Q6Dh4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mgd9Od-XCKo/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415378307896280962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-3018099242032816159?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3018099242032816159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3018099242032816159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3018099242032816159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/desires.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SydJ4Q6Dh4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mgd9Od-XCKo/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-2145566475789224017</id><published>2009-12-13T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:44:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's something to be said about a glass half full, about knowing when to say when. I think it's more of a floating line, a barometer of need. Of desire. It's entirely up to the individual, and it depends what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless... all we want is more." - Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4773861350212088407-2145566475789224017?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2145566475789224017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2145566475789224017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2145566475789224017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-too-much.html' title='Much Too Much'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-591435605293380693</id><published>2009-12-13T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:22:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay on top</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you didnt choose to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; person. You hate the fact that you've tangled yourself to be that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; person. You swore you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;never want&lt;/span&gt; to repeat the same mistakes again. But losing isnt what you want either. So whats next in line for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-591435605293380693?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/591435605293380693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/591435605293380693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/591435605293380693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay-on-top.html' title='Stay on top'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1497664543230396488</id><published>2009-12-13T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:45:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just something I randomly stumbled upon. Because i don't like the way people think its their goddamn right to be all self righteous without thinking right... but I like the author, the way she writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Just as you rush out of the some doors everyday, we rush into other things. It’s thrilling to run on adrenaline, living on the edge. Be careful, you might just topple off. Life feels like a quick game of Cranium, and you desperately roll the dice in hope of a purple. Choice – isn’t that what everyone craves? You want to choose – but are you? You stumble over your own feet trying to pick – but who’s picking? Feels like a plate of sushi just travelling along the conveyer belt, waiting for Fate to take its pick. Will it be your turn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Where do you find your mojo? Where, do you find that little piece of sky that’s yours? Where, do you find what’s worth fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When, all you can do is to eye your disastrously cluttered table, and marvel at your self-delusion? When a halfhearted scowl at the pet fish is all you can muster? When you’re hoping for brighter skies. When you’re fading into oblivion. When delirium sneaks into your thoughts. When all you want is to curl up on the sofa and sink into the cushions. When all you hear is silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where do you find your mojo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I don’t really know how, so tell me please. How do you stop being someone’s friend? Do you search out every single piece of evidence attesting to his existence and burn it, and hopefully you’ll forget about him? Do you pretend he’s invisible and pretend it’s a gust of wind when you walk by? Do I end it with a letter? Or do I just lapse into the you-are-non-existent phase of my life? Do I proclaim to the world that you don’t have a place in my heart anymore? Tell me please, how to, because I really don’t know how."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(ok la this part i just liked the sound of it. she's still your friend. just that things wouldn't stay the same as they were. its like that tainted glass. it will never turn back to the way it is. you're still friends. just different. distance?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"On some days, you feel like hiding under the table and go missing for a day or so, let people panic, trying to find you, just so you know that you matter to them. But there’s a difference between thinking about it and doing it. I hid under the table for a good hour, but no one realized I was missing. I didn’t expect it to work anyway, but secretly a tiny part of me wanted someone to call me to ask if I’m okay. Perhaps that’s why I took my handphone with me to the Land Under the Table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For a moment, I was afraid I’d topple over the edge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I think God ran out of things to do with my life, so He's recycling the stories. Maybe that's why everything is the same; everyday fades into a copy of a copy of a copy. There’s a drowsy familiarity, like going round in goldfish circles. But hold on. Something’s lurking within these waters, and a precarious balance just waiting to be tipped before disaster falls. Can’t place my finger on it, but it certainly feels like a goldfish swimming in a blender – all you’ve got to do is to press the button and I’ll be seeing you in goldfish heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No one knows where she’s going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She’s sitting in the corner of the room, with knees drawn close to herself and arms wrapped around them in defense, like a caterpillar in metamorphosis. Frail, she looks like she could be whisked away by the wind or coaxed away by the bluster of the morning gale. She can’t remember anymore, eyes searching for an inkling of what went down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It’s good luck if it’s the first word you say on the first day of the month. she’ll be saying it, just for good measure. December comes the month, she's got a feeling she’ll be needing it. she's starting off with lights in the wee hours of the morning and droopy eyes in lessons, and her spunk has gone down a few notches. It hasn’t been the best weeks back, and she's been feeling boring for days in a row now. It scares her a little, and she want her schnazz back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No one knows where she’s going. But I know she’s going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've decided that every time you fall should be like the first time. No fear, no inhibitions, no catching yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just innocent trust and the untainted, unwavering belief that I will be caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because some things aren't worth learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she deserves the best as much as anyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;YOU (yes you!) treat her like a doormat, comes and go as you wishes. is there a point you're actually trying to proove? it's bad enough the dramas she's been through and quite frankly she's already the dramaqueen champion. why do you have to make this a little more harder, to make her already shredded heart a little more frail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;honestly, the times you cared for here were great. but haven't you thought that it's a beat too late? the song has ended. only then you tried adding the lyrics. this is more than just song and lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OF COURSE things has crumbled into a heap. playing with fire only got you so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;have you noticed the days you left her feeling so invisible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;guess not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1497664543230396488?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1497664543230396488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1497664543230396488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1497664543230396488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-is.html' title='Word is...'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5125884889660471884</id><published>2009-12-12T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:00:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time that never tells</title><content type='html'>People keep asking what do i want. what. do. i. want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, really, i dont. know. what. i. want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure it out. trying to learn. trying to forget. trying to let go. trying to recover myself from that deep deep hole that i've buried myself into months back. but it all keeps coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"See, quite some time back, I learnt that our past is never gone, that our roots are never rid. No matter how hard you try to uproot yourselves, by doing so you only destroy your being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes there are some things in the past that we just want to bury and have it sink to oblivion, in hopes that one day we can walk far enough to leave this memory behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it always surfaces, and the past will never release it's hold on you, neither will our heritage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simply because it is a part of who we are, of how we come about, of our innate essence... And you can never run away from yourself for too long, it's only a matter of time before your shadow catches up "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Maybe i'm crazy, maybe i'm insanely crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-5125884889660471884?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5125884889660471884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-that-never-tells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5125884889660471884'/><link 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way,&lt;br /&gt;eh eh&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we would fall out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something that i love long,long&lt;br /&gt;my friends keepa telling me something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh,&lt;br /&gt;i wished you never looked at me that way.&lt;br /&gt;eh eh,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else i can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i dont care about you&lt;br /&gt;Just that things got so complique,eh eh&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/4773861350212088407-4966494965583292525?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4966494965583292525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4783076132558785634</id><published>2009-11-21T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:52:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love from Perth's Rottnest Island=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SweqKBbuRYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UIkZcanpiB4/s1600/DSC_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SweqKBbuRYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UIkZcanpiB4/s400/DSC_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406476966841697666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SwepAqpJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9uJVtekJ3kY/s1600/DSC_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SwepAqpJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9uJVtekJ3kY/s400/DSC_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406475706593571218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4783076132558785634?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4783076132558785634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-love-from-perths-rottnest-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1935471635545880923</id><published>2009-11-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:25:04.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why so persistent? seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1935471635545880923?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1935471635545880923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-so-persistent-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1935471635545880923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1935471635545880923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-so-persistent-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5708340016482311238</id><published>2009-11-10T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:17:29.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"shit happens so trust no one people. no matter how long its been or how much youve gone through with that person. its never safe, so dont blink for too long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;im fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eling better, i didnt write from something i experienced myself recently but something i witnessed. &lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-5708340016482311238?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5708340016482311238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit-happens-so-trust-no-one-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5708340016482311238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5708340016482311238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit-happens-so-trust-no-one-people.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3652718469723029887</id><published>2009-11-08T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:12:20.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;if i reach out to you, will you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;life isn't a dream. i miss my rose tinted glasses. can i got back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;simpler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;can we all go play play-doh together and make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;exams suck. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ets go get married and live happily ever after instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, currently i cant do that genuinely. im tired of biting my tongue and being strong. when will my tongue start bleeding from all this biting i wonder. maybe im transferring my frustration and aiming it at others, but really. i needed your shoulder, a shoulder. no worries, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ve got two shoulders of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to plaster on a smile again and&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;control myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i accounting, have you missed me? you have? wish i could say the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-3652718469723029887?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3652718469723029887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-reach-out-to-you-will-you-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3652718469723029887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3652718469723029887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-reach-out-to-you-will-you-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7477289731178971908</id><published>2009-11-07T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:10:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;can i eat another banana, go out on the balcony, stare at the people way down there moving about like ants and cry a little more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4773861350212088407-7477289731178971908?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7477289731178971908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-i-eat-another-banana-go-out-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7477289731178971908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7477289731178971908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-i-eat-another-banana-go-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7547622758800717121</id><published>2009-11-06T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:27:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poppable proof bubbles?</title><content type='html'>do you know how long it took for me to easily share with you my feelings and problems about you? how hard it was to open that door to you? the door to my problems and conflicts with you. it was really difficult to get comfortable with communicating these things with you. i used to run to another friend and deal with it without you. it was hard but it kept things between us clean on the surface. i thought that was best for us. but you insisted and somehow made me want to run to you first after every tiny thing. you were my number one go to person. although it made things messier on the surface, deep down we grew stronger and more connected. it made our conversations more meaningful as well. dont you see that after everything that happened i still went to you instead of other people? you didnt essentially break one of the most important things down yet. i still went to you though afraid of boring and irritating you. some part of me knew that you were still the best person to comfort me. as of right now, you finally tore down what you built up. it even withstood the storms a few months back but not this. i can easily revert back to not telling you things to do with you and let us be clean and shiny on the surface. i will just handle it on my own or with my friends. you just might not know me or whats going on in my head as well anymore. we can just appear happy. i will try not to burst our bubble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-7547622758800717121?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7547622758800717121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/poppable-proof-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7547622758800717121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7547622758800717121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/poppable-proof-bubbles.html' title='poppable proof bubbles?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7035487489322247770</id><published>2009-11-05T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:33:34.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November's chopin</title><content type='html'>I used to daydream about november&lt;br /&gt;I used to fantasize so much about november..&lt;br /&gt;I used to pretend its november&lt;br /&gt;but look, november is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I used to look forward to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; in november.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will things be different back home?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm scared about everything.&lt;br /&gt;A million things running thru my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if things aren't the same anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-7035487489322247770?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7035487489322247770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembers-chopin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7035487489322247770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7035487489322247770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembers-chopin.html' title='November&apos;s chopin'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3018024433126003856</id><published>2009-10-29T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:44:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Almost. But just not quite yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's that moment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;right before the first kiss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When your faces are so close that what comes next is virtually inevitable, unavoidable. When he looks into your eyes, his hand on your cheek. When you look into his and his breath lingers across your lips. And it seems as though time has come into a standstill. Every moment before and every moment after ceases to matter as you look into each other eyes... and the world shrinks into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is the moment that you want to last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The moment before the kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The moment where you wait with butterflies in your stomach and a lump in your throat. The moment when your heart skips a little and it gets harder to breathe. The moment just before you reach out, and fall into forever. The moment of anticipation and promise and dreams-come-true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't rush the moment. It'll pass soon enough. The attainment of something desired is made all the more gratifying by the tingle of anticipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sum3cEoo-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DuiqahNPSho/s1600-h/almost_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sum3cEoo-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DuiqahNPSho/s400/almost_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398047321288669826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3018024433126003856?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3018024433126003856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-but-just-not-quite-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3018024433126003856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3018024433126003856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-but-just-not-quite-yet.html' title='The Almost. But just not quite yet.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sum3cEoo-oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DuiqahNPSho/s72-c/almost_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7661433056847720332</id><published>2009-10-19T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:07:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&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;click       &lt;a href="http://www.stephenandmunwai.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.stephenandmunwai.com&lt;/span&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;/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;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/4773861350212088407-7661433056847720332?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7661433056847720332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7661433056847720332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7661433056847720332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-dearest3.html' title='To my dearest&lt;3'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1559699874149586564</id><published>2009-10-18T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:46:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont want to be &lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to be &lt;em&gt;that girl&lt;/em&gt;, but not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not all that you think you know of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just not &lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop acting like you care please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-1559699874149586564?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1559699874149586564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-want-to-be-her-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1559699874149586564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1559699874149586564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-want-to-be-her-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6183171251203119893</id><published>2009-10-17T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:00:29.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;you know how i hate telling you things. and i told you anyway. three nights in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;despite all that, you still do it. you continue to disappoint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;dont be surprised if i get tired of waiting. i dont care if im being over dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;the last thread is never a thick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-6183171251203119893?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6183171251203119893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-how-i-hate-telling-you-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6183171251203119893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6183171251203119893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-how-i-hate-telling-you-things.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-134490044550206441</id><published>2009-10-07T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:38:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun won't stop shining tomorrow morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;imissyou,buticantfindthewordstosaytoyounomatterhowmuchiwantto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you'vegotmoreofmethanyouknow,boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;andiwannaknow, really, howtoletgoandforget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SsyLSc2a95I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Vy56hqXBOUM/s1600-h/z195825401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SsyLSc2a95I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Vy56hqXBOUM/s400/z195825401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389836003153999762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dated back of song and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-134490044550206441?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/134490044550206441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-wont-stop-shining-tomorrow-morning_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/134490044550206441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/134490044550206441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-wont-stop-shining-tomorrow-morning_07.html' title='the sun won&apos;t stop shining tomorrow morning.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SsyLSc2a95I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Vy56hqXBOUM/s72-c/z195825401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4742902038598592483</id><published>2009-10-01T23:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:41:31.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i guess its normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't wanna NEVER see him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;its just when he is so hidden from yr life, suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; came out of that barrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; just went WHOAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;then again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;this chapter of the story has closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;don't look back, GET a new direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232); text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;more than your phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at 8am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232); text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seems like everytime you &lt;s&gt; come back to me &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(159, 197, 232); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just to steal my heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;run off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" 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0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mother said i use the word "and" too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4638270881645731688?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4638270881645731688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-water-tasteless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4638270881645731688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4638270881645731688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-water-tasteless.html' title='is water tasteless?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5725699796144389252</id><published>2009-09-24T11:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:19:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go with the flow, to go against the flow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soo confused. i dont know what to do. i've got no clue. whatsoever. But well, at least im not the fool. Im no one's fool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;'Once a match is struck, it flares up. You blow it out as quick as you can, but the dark soot remains there, smearing your fingertips a nasty black, a reminder of all that you have done'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;fuck off&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; loser&lt;/span&gt;.&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/4773861350212088407-5725699796144389252?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5725699796144389252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-go-with-flow-to-go-against-flow-soo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5725699796144389252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5725699796144389252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-go-with-flow-to-go-against-flow-soo.html' title='To go with the flow, to go against the flow?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8959155065441977891</id><published>2009-09-23T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:27:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I pity the fool ( who has absolutely no clue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;thankyou for making that phone call. it woke me up from my darkest dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&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:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm no one's fool&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-8959155065441977891?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8959155065441977891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-pity-fool-who-has-absolutely-no-clue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8959155065441977891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#993399;"&gt;selamat hari raya and maaf zahir batin to all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4773861350212088407-8233513849013490626?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8233513849013490626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-and-maaf-zahir-batin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8233513849013490626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8233513849013490626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-and-maaf-zahir-batin.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-2196272701659023955</id><published>2009-09-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:35:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sometimes life just get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-2196272701659023955?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2196272701659023955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-life-just-get-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2196272701659023955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2196272701659023955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-life-just-get-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6687180376515615510</id><published>2009-09-13T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:23:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;its time to bite my bottom lip and put on that mask. its time to push things under the carpet and hopefully the lumps wont be obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;your case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-6687180376515615510?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6687180376515615510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-to-bite-my-bottom-lip-and-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6687180376515615510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6687180376515615510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-time-to-bite-my-bottom-lip-and-put.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4981800043350046983</id><published>2009-09-13T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:31:53.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;could things turn out the way i hoped it would just once? could i not hope for anything just once? could i be blissfully ignorant just once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;as time goes by, i am slowly learning to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt; something instead of look forward to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4981800043350046983?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-169626414829513253</id><published>2009-09-12T19:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:18:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sometimes, i don't know how to explain these things to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;but those who knows my stories well will know what I'm talking about eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here people, i want to bid my goodbye to miss Carmen Lim before she leaves for India tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, SHORT STUFF:)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-169626414829513253?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1207275827600704003</id><published>2009-09-04T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:14:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fire To Keep Me Warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it wrong for me to so upset about so many things? because all my life, i've always thought that I could trust my own understanding of friendship, love and life. but whenever it came to you, there seemed to be no definite answer to anything anymore. When it came to you, it'd hurt too much for me to think about it. &amp;amp;i didn't, for a as long as I could put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a clock ticking away the seconds we could be together, the last weeks were to be spent indulging in long phone calls and frequent outings.it was as if we were savouring every bit of time we had left before the inevitable goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word that came from his mouth felt like doses of nostalgia injected and forcefully pumped into my veins that pierced my very heart. Like a drug that could only make my condition worse, he had become the addiction i kept falling back into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that i realised how much I needed him, how big of a role he played in my short nineteen years of life, intensified during these short two weeks. and that terrified me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought, no, the very knowledge that I, that person who’s built an emotional armour since the last shattering experience, had been so flawlessly dismantled, that by the time i had realised the potential threat, I had neither the control and power, nor the will in me to reactivate the mental defense that would drive him away from the solace within my thoughts, my only sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`because does it surprise you when i'm at a loss with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i've been so unsure of so many things, that to think i've been wrong all along, makes me question, what if i'm wrong again this time? &amp;amp;you don't make it easier. you give into me, and you let me breakdown in your arms, you tell me how i'll be fine. but you see, i don't know how to. I want to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This is love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;That has possessed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp;till now, that's still the best description to how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` &amp;amp;i keep coming back to find that it's still not overrated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1207275827600704003?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1207275827600704003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-wrong-for-me-to-so-upset-about-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1207275827600704003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1207275827600704003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-wrong-for-me-to-so-upset-about-so.html' title='A Fire To Keep Me Warm'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-9121501059913028850</id><published>2009-08-29T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:00:46.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd come for you-nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'It was an eventuality; it had to happen. Now, it's a finality.. Yet surprisingly, nothing really changed at all and I'm glad it stayed that way'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;emkay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-9121501059913028850?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/9121501059913028850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-eventuality-it-had-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9121501059913028850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9121501059913028850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-eventuality-it-had-to-happen.html' title='i&apos;d come for you-nickelback'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3334249272428835196</id><published>2009-08-13T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:00:02.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Ends Meet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I got my results this Monday and believe me it was not a very pleasant experience breaking down the news for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't blame them of course, since I'm aspiring to get into medicine, I should be performing at my best and scoring well for all my core subjects the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chemistry Bearable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mathematics Crap (WTF I COULD DEF DO BETTER, i mean COME ON ITS MATHS. URGHH mentally killing myself), Physics Chagrin of what could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm disappointed for my cannot make it grades simply based on the amount of effort I put in which was not much at all! So yeah, thats the grade I deserve. i might have disappeared from the web for a month, but its only A month, while people spend their entire 'one year, six months' working their asses off for this. i crammed up the little 3 months, patching up the party times (&amp;amp; i dont really party that often, do i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, how'd i wish i'm those hot clubbers who Aces exams. i'd be awesome then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've really gotta stop making up excuses for stufff and just admit that I'm wrong and I will learn from my mistake. This is a good wake up call (as if i havent got enough of them?) and yes it's good motivation in the near future for future exams which seems like they're already looming threatheningly around the corner *puffs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to disappoint my parents &amp;amp; most of all I don't want to take advantage of how much faith they have in me to achieve my dreams which I'm very apprehensive about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so, semester 3 resolutions are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nerd regularly in the library with my nerd buddy, Mel.&lt;br /&gt;*Time manage efficiently so that I won't cram too much before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;*Keep in touch with all my friends no matter where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3334249272428835196?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3334249272428835196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-ends-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3334249272428835196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3334249272428835196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-ends-meet.html' title='Make Ends Meet.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5281614014839130685</id><published>2009-08-09T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:17:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just us being us, The BTCs=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sn6-AFT23BI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Nviyus0POzk/s1600-h/raya%40ness%27s+hse+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sn6-AFT23BI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Nviyus0POzk/s400/raya%40ness%27s+hse+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367936714506951698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you girls=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;emkay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5281614014839130685?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5281614014839130685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-us-being-us-btcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5281614014839130685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5281614014839130685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-us-being-us-btcs.html' title='Just us being us, The BTCs=)'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sn6-AFT23BI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Nviyus0POzk/s72-c/raya%40ness%27s+hse+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4517931562229702439</id><published>2009-08-08T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:30:50.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;you have no problem hanging up first anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-4517931562229702439?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4517931562229702439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-no-problem-hanging-up-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4517931562229702439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4517931562229702439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-no-problem-hanging-up-first.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1420492056880949535</id><published>2009-08-06T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:04:12.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Absent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mindedly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;U're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ing me all the way through&lt;br /&gt;U're pulling me head first, fearless...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i.am.a.doormat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-1420492056880949535?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1420492056880949535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/absent-mindedly-you-make-me-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1420492056880949535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1420492056880949535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/08/absent-mindedly-you-make-me-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8263857533267180119</id><published>2009-08-06T11:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:25:51.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I’ve been feeling particularly different today, or rather, this weekend. My ebullience detached itself and wandered off into the wilderness…. or wherever happiness goes. I get weary easily no matter how much sleep I get. My face is overpopulated with.. blemishes. feck! My hair is rebellious and it’s dropping every nanosecond. the more I think about work the more indolent I get and I know I’ll regret later for putting things on the back burner and killing time doing nothing. The weather gets slightly rougher by the day and you get all cranky because of the bloody heat. So you too decided to drag the sorry ass off into the land of unsorry asses and release happy endorphines while working out. And you bring home tiredness, blankblankblank brains… and your sorry ass of course. Your day continues being miserable by asking yourself stupid questions like why is it this and why is it that and why isn't uni starting yet. And results results..not knowing is eating me aliveee. Tick tock tick tock the next thing you know it’s already hours from where you've just started and you dislike this miserable routines because that’s a slap in the face for WAKE UP TOMORROW’S JUST THE SAME. You did not choose to be like this because you would definitely love to hear yourself laugh again but there isn’t much to laugh at unless you think that the prospect of not being accepted into uni at all is funny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I blame it on the hormonal imbalances or seasonal affective disorder (did you notice that the abbreviation for this disorder is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;?). Sigh. Whatever it is, it’ll all get better in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Off to eat my sorrows away because lately I’ve been craving for rochers like a pregnant woman. Bulls, when people tell you chocholates makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That’s so 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SnpJH4Af2WI/AAAAAAAAAOs/i_7K7co0Y3w/s72-c/get+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5451714184058232882</id><published>2009-07-31T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:33:29.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont fall in the mud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i think i am constantly having this inner tug of war with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;some parts of me want to forget everything and move forward with life like you said. just be happy and melt away within your embrace. look up into your eyes and smile. feel safe and warm and loved again. just be with you and breathe you in. inhale your smell. feel your touch. i want to lose myself in you. get tangled up in you. snuggle up beside you and ask for morning kissies. give you a warning glance when you want to eat some junk. share a kitkat with you. have a giggle with you. hold hands all the way home in the car. reassure you that i dont mind again again. smile to myself when i reply your text. wear your shirt to sleep. break the rules. i want to know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;however,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;other parts of me are filled with question marks. who was that person who had that conversation with me? i know it was supposed to be like any other conversation, the sky and the sea? but it wasnt. it really wasnt to me. it was as if you were a different person, not the sweet baby i knew and not the sweet baby you are being now. was that just a mistake or was it your true colours showing? how am i supposed to let go when these parts are working i over drive? is it all just make believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i let go and let all the other parts of me win? how do i ensure the correct parts dont fall in the mud in this tug of war? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5451714184058232882?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5451714184058232882/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-14618440428137945</id><published>2009-07-31T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:17:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try not to blink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1 week. 7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;before all that time passed i was at my last day of orientation. freezing my ass off running around the city in this winter race. i loved my group (mostly) it was so diverse. people from china, holland, switzerland, germany, indonesia and of course malaysia! my only worry was massive badluck. we were leading until we made a mistake and then got stuck waiting 15min for a tram and then being stuck again after that due to a tram accident else where. the race didnt end so well but hey, i made new friends. the sun was smiling upon me still. so being all pooped out i got home did my usual stuff, went online but then i slept soon after. a rather early night for me. everything was perfect, in place, class was starting soon, parents were leaving soon and everything was all set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;the series of unfortunate events followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now all that time has passed and im torn. i want to go back. just rewind and pause. go back to one week ago. dont let the 7 days pass. hold on to those 168 hours as hard as i can. cherish every moment before the 10080 minutes. wish away 604800 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but that is not possible. i am here now. all the time has passed and i am here now. maybe if i didnt blink i would still be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;try not to blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-14618440428137945?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/14618440428137945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-not-to-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/14618440428137945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/14618440428137945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-not-to-blink.html' title='try not to blink.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1150347532784274132</id><published>2009-07-31T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:00:31.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bigest Choice of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ere is something in my brain which is forcing me to choose 2 bigest paths of my life. Despite myself not being a study material, I'm now only left with two choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1. Try my best in studying for my final RESIT for 3 papers and if I pass I'll continue studying and if I fail, I will stop studying and keep on working..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Being an employee has made me realise alot of stuff about the social network and the market. I've suddenly realised that in order for a person to survive in the business world, one has to have enough experience. Its not just always about the CERTIFICATE from which BOMbastic University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I seriously cant make up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I clearly know myself for not being a study person but I know my mum would like to see me graduate like my brother but what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I've asked myself this question whenever I'm out of work during my off periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My salary now is actually not what a fresh graduate will be able to get and it has actually exceeds the salary of what a normal manager could get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I cant find the reason for studying for another 3 years and come out getting 2k + and i have to work like shit for several years to only get a simple promotion which has an additional 1 or 2k in salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;But I think again, is it always about the salary or its about the social thought of a UNIVERSITY GRADUATE who actually has a CERT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Will big companies neglct those who has no degree CERTIFICATE and only accept those who have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If its so, why university graduates have difficulties in looking for a job in the working world nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The truth is, alot of bosses have only studied till high school and they can already be better than those who graduated from a university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I dont know about the SCIENCE world but in the business world, its always about experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My boss had only studied till diploma and his salary is already reaching to what a CEO of a company is getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My brain is playing games with me now and had left me with no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Worst come to worst is if I fail this time, I'll just go out and study a Finance or a Marketing Diploma and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tell me what should I do guys!! I'm really confused..I dont know if my decision will dissapoint my MoTHER!!!I cant let myself see her sad because of me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My DAD. HE says that if i cannot study I should just come out and work LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;igning off~&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-1150347532784274132?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1150347532784274132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/bigest-choice-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1150347532784274132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1150347532784274132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/bigest-choice-of-my-life.html' title='The Bigest Choice of My Life...'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8231869838383008990</id><published>2009-07-30T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:16:43.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my special you know who &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if a guy is going to break your heart , he has to at least have the balls to watch your heart break. why should he be able to be blissfully ignorant while you are going through all the pain, suffering and tears because of your heart that is breaking due to his assholiness. he is not allowed to be a coward. he is to feel bad for his stupid actions. even though i dont like to let the guy see me being desperate, crying or whatever, i think you deserve the last say. even if you want to pretend to not care and be tough so he feels like a loser, then you should walk off with some smart comment AFTER having that final conversation. he cant pretend the topic is closed and expect to be able to be normal with you if he has yet to man up and face the situation. DARE HE ASK YOU WHY YOU DID NOT TURN UP?! he does not deserve your presence or your friendship. what kind of guy would leave you hanging like that? even if he cant do what you want and you already know it, he should have the decency to let you know and not leave you with question marks. stupid boys. so selfish. be strong baby i love you! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-8231869838383008990?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8231869838383008990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-special-you-know-who-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8231869838383008990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8231869838383008990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-special-you-know-who-3.html' title='to my special you know who &lt;3'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5590093501755963138</id><published>2009-07-30T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:43:24.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitely maybe not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're making me wonder and i hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're making me doubt and i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PS You are such an asshole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I fucking dont want to see you anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5590093501755963138?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5590093501755963138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitely-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5590093501755963138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5590093501755963138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitely-maybe-not.html' title='definitely maybe not'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7907905410654448502</id><published>2009-07-29T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:40:48.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i just realised why you must never take things forgranted or try to predict the future. you wil always look like a dumbass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;march 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 38, 118);  font-family:Helvetica;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;everything i went through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i had to go through to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;maybe just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;all the headaches and heartaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;was just part of the journey to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;because without it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wouldnt have been distracted enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to ask you to walk me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wouldnt have needed a knight in shining armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wouldnt have known what i was missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to not have you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so maybe just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we should be happy at how the cards were dealt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we should thank those we resent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we should take it all in and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;because we have each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and maybe just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we always  will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(255, 38, 118); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;july 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(255, 38, 118); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:Georgia;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(255, 38, 118); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); "&gt;you were my maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;my definitely maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;but you got me thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;maybe just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you are my maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;maybe i was a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;maybe i was blind to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;maybe it was all pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;or maybe i was just young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(255, 38, 118); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i hate that you play tennis. i hate your friend for asking you to play. i hate that i still have to wait for you. i hate that you went. i hate that you were grumpy. i hate that we didnt go. i hate that you went without me. i hate that i have yet to go. i hate your friend for taking you. i hate what you did. i hate what you said. i hate that you asked. i hate timelines. i hate the past. i hate the present. i hate the future. i hate how i feel. i hate my thoughts. i hate how my friends think differently of you. i hate work. i hate that im alone. i hate that i cant forget. i hate how it is now. i hate the distance. i hate that you cant turn back time. i hate that you cant fast forward your life. i hate that im slacking. i hate crying. i hate papercuts. i hate the cold. i hate that i cant sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 38, 118);   font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 38, 118);   font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hate is a strong word. so lets say dislike instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;im sorry for stealing colours. i dont feel like saying its me. but i think you know who it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color:#ff2676;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-7907905410654448502?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/7907905410654448502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised-why-you-must-never-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7907905410654448502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/7907905410654448502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised-why-you-must-never-take.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4868575486496899567</id><published>2009-07-29T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:59:36.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tear my heart open just to feel.</title><content type='html'>I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world there is real and make believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4868575486496899567?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4868575486496899567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tear-my-heart-open-just-to-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4868575486496899567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4868575486496899567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tear-my-heart-open-just-to-feel.html' title='I tear my heart open just to feel.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8081273114545119107</id><published>2009-07-29T15:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:54:19.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is so much I can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, I think I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; her for taking him away. But then again the sense of &lt;s&gt;relief&lt;/s&gt; was unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks. :)                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will remember you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;even if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div 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type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-so-much-i-can-say.html' title='There is so much I can say'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1440568516995258404</id><published>2009-07-29T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:45:24.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyface. babyattitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PEOPLE GET SECOND CHANCE WHEN THEY DID THE WRONG THINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHAT ABOUT SECOND CHANCES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Im just me. never you. are you willing to love me to be never you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Im just lost. never blind. i will be able to find my way out. somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THIS IS MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1440568516995258404?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1440568516995258404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1387993569007207295</id><published>2009-07-28T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:48:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="quote"&gt;                                 “ You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by.&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s actions, not words, that matter&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              Nicholas Sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1387993569007207295?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1387993569007207295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-going-to-come-across-people-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1387993569007207295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1387993569007207295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-going-to-come-across-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7813785529476824471</id><published>2009-07-27T17:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:30:26.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There are a lot of posts that I write and then send to drafts. Some are outlines, some are just lines, some are very much complete but most of them never make it to 'Published' So who wants to see what i've been hiding in 'Drafts'? This post is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i want a love that's side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18BZyxwMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pTKuzmKdYQs/s1600-h/In_this_together_by_xXPrettyWhenUCry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18BZyxwMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/pTKuzmKdYQs/s400/In_this_together_by_xXPrettyWhenUCry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079094813704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i want a love that holds me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18A9h1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/63qpl5bkdfU/s1600-h/be_together_by_cha_feily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18A9h1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/63qpl5bkdfU/s400/be_together_by_cha_feily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079087226447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i want a love that feels like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18AwcgysI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qW5R-pCK1UA/s1600-h/Copy+of+feels_like_Dream_by_nono_sukar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18AwcgysI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qW5R-pCK1UA/s400/Copy+of+feels_like_Dream_by_nono_sukar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079083714464450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but when i wake up, he's still next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18AdyaeEI/AAAAAAAAANs/37BSfTOLfTQ/s1600-h/_together__by_TakeMyWorldApart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18AdyaeEI/AAAAAAAAANs/37BSfTOLfTQ/s400/_together__by_TakeMyWorldApart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079078706051138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;so put me on a pedestal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;give me everything i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18Bk7GUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Dpdwg5qB5dg/s1600-h/z143888972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm18Bk7GUiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Dpdwg5qB5dg/s400/z143888972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363079097801396770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;but give it to me so completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;that there will be no more wishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the person you end up needing the most,&lt;br /&gt;is the one you swore you never wanted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what is hiding under those weak drunken hearts. i guess the loneliness comes knocking, no one needs to be alone. so you're not going to be drowning alone, because i'm here for you, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drowning (v.)&lt;/span&gt; : to die from asphyxation as a result of being submerged in liquid, to be overcome, overpowered or extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-wn39YiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eXhODXiU8SA/s1600-h/Not+Waving+But+Drowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-wn39YiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eXhODXiU8SA/s400/Not+Waving+But+Drowning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363082105070641698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tragedy of life is not meant to be faced alone, so i am here for you. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-w5vwIAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BXgFCSlRARY/s1600-h/Insignificant_by_Eye_crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-w5vwIAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BXgFCSlRARY/s400/Insignificant_by_Eye_crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363082109868056578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because u're never insignificant to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-wfa7x4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ra4v1zoGqQI/s1600-h/now+this+make+sense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Sm1-wfa7x4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Ra4v1zoGqQI/s400/now+this+make+sense.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363082102801418114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now this make sense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps my fb is being retardedy. i dunno, ness. i want to talk to you woman, to know how are you doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-7813785529476824471?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2551487419872223846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2551487419872223846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2551487419872223846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4688880856783090404</id><published>2009-07-26T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:19:00.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A loser will not always be a loser..i believe this experience will have taught u many lessons, so u can only end up a winner"- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mr XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-4688880856783090404?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4688880856783090404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/loser-will-not-always-be-loser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4688880856783090404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4688880856783090404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/loser-will-not-always-be-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-9174977797765296062</id><published>2009-07-25T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:32:50.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;i'm struggling to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;the words 'at all'.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;they take me apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;and i can't breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;it hurts. it all hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;and i really can't breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;clutching myself, trying to get a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;unable to see clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;should i just let myself suffocate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-9174977797765296062?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/9174977797765296062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-struggling-to-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9174977797765296062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/9174977797765296062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-struggling-to-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8925440668439929676</id><published>2009-07-25T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:46:33.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it finally happened and it was as bad as i thoght it would be. i suppose i couldnt holx it in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-8925440668439929676?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4924989607201235323</id><published>2009-07-22T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:46:11.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm trying to make things work. Make things back to how they used to be. Back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that place&lt;/span&gt;. So familiar and so comfortable.I know that u're trying to take one step at a time to fix things..I'm in it with you. .XoXo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-4924989607201235323?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4924989607201235323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-way-you-make-me-fee-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4924989607201235323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4924989607201235323'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1631028296037324336</id><published>2009-07-21T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:47:53.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the day has finally come. that infamous bridge that i have heard rumours about is right infront of me. actually its already under me. i stepped on t officially today and i wonder if its stable enough to hold my weight? i hope i dont fall seriously. i think that today was not my first step really. ive been taking little or big steps towards this bridge from day one. i must have ignored all the warning signs until suddenly im on it. it is too late to turn back. i either jump off myself and commit suicide or try to get to the other side slowly hoping that it wont give way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i would like to apologise for my nonsense ramblings. it is around 2.30am here and i have to get up early and start my first day of briefings and shit. im so lost, i dont know what to do. i dont believe my long break is over. my days of staying home or going out or anything is over. i have to actually use my brains again. yikes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i dont know how i feel. actually i just found the word. i feel very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;numbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;through this whole experience. i dont really feel much emotion now. just a lot of confusion and uncertainty. i have cried so much on so many occassions weeks before maybe even months in anticipation for this and now i feel nothing. not one tear wants to roll down my cheek when just a few nights ago i was like a waterfall. haha. i think this must be a good thing. so i can fully do what im supposed to here :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wish me luck people. my fingers are already freezing and im indoors and i cant sleep and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I AM SCARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i hope i wont be a dumb loser. if my uni life turns out to be half as good as my school and college life, i would a real happy little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;just close your eyes and believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the question mark is there because i dont have the guts to even commit to that sentence fully yet alone act on it.&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-1631028296037324336?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1631028296037324336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/crossing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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20px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Notice the small things; like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;how I blink when I lie, how I fidget when I'm nervous, how my face changes when I try not to cry, how I have this strange tendency to drift when I walk, notice all these things I don't even notice about myself. Notice when I'm not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thats all any of us is looking for isn't it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody to notice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody who cares enough to notice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt; Most of us go in and out of this world without having made the least mark, the least difference.&lt;/s&gt; Who really cares what us normal people do with our lives? There are so many people in the world that most of us, we go through this life... insignificant. So its nice to know that, at least to one person, you're important, you hold some kind of significance. To know that after you're gone there'll be a witness to your legacy. To know that you will have made some kind of difference. To know that you won't pass through this life...unnoticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All I want to know, is - Do you notice? Do you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); line-height: 20px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;"You've made a difference. A real difference, not some transient change, but one more concrete - that I can hold on to and remember you by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); line-height: 20px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(21, 34, 43);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thank you. For noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-6064204370061167249?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6064204370061167249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/notice-small-things-like-how-i-blink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6064204370061167249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6064204370061167249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/notice-small-things-like-how-i-blink.html' title='Maybe ...'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1023071512696751112</id><published>2009-07-09T14:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:34:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush hush (previously unreleased again;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; just another chapter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;whatever happens happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every book has its own little title. Every book has its own page numbers. Whats different in every book is that the different &lt;em&gt;chapters&lt;/em&gt; where it tells a different story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not a silly little moment&lt;br /&gt;It's not the storm before the calm&lt;br /&gt;This is the deep and dyin breath of&lt;br /&gt;This love we've been workin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to hold you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna come and save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We pulled too many false alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're goin down&lt;br /&gt;And you can see it too&lt;br /&gt;We're goin down&lt;br /&gt;And you know that we're doomed&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;We're slow dancing in a burnin room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I was the one you always dreamed of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; You were the one I tried to draw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;How dare you say it's nothing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Baby, you're the only light I ever saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; You try to hit me just hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; So you leave me feeling dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Because you can't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're goin down&lt;br /&gt;And you can see it too&lt;br /&gt;We're goin down&lt;br /&gt;And you know that we're doomed&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;We're slow dancing in a burnin room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I don’t want to run away from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know that I just don’t need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;XoXo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emkay.lew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1023071512696751112?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1023071512696751112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/bitch-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1023071512696751112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1023071512696751112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/bitch-is-back.html' title='hush hush (previously unreleased again;)'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-382778745932845826</id><published>2009-07-03T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:43:58.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled ; (previously unreleased)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;why does everything reminds me of the past? Everywhere i go..everything i do. It reminds me of it. Every detail of the past. I cant seem to let go of it. Im trying to..i really am.. why is it sooo hard to forget? I cant go on like this. I know there is no road down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.  Why must this be a one way street?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The complexity, was not a choice. Perhaps in some ways, but it was more formed, molded and shaped than made. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everyone tells me, that for my own sake, to prevent the wrecking of things, I should stop. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But its not that simple. It may not be as hard as I put it out to be... but...&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When do I stop? Who is to tell me at what point should I say, ok, enough, time to turn back? No one can do that for me, and I refuse to completely stop. I believe that a moderation of it would be good.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I see the end there, I see the goodbye. I see it much like any other end I've ever seen. One of broken strings and unfinished ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much swirling around my mind right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is so much that I am coming to terms with in my mind right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-382778745932845826?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/382778745932845826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsettled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/382778745932845826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/382778745932845826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled ; (previously unreleased)'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6500475538307191470</id><published>2009-07-01T13:04:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:26:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Living In My Insecurities</title><content type='html'>well, i decided to put my &lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;randomly&lt;/u&gt; typed things &lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;not so randomly&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that my blog has ceased to contain any &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thoughts&lt;/i&gt; whatsoever for a while, and maybe it's about time i put in some thoughts, some genuine analysis &amp;amp;genuine feelings into some posts here instead. this is afterall, &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our awesome blog&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;amp;it's not allowed to be only filled with what i allow the world to see of me, it wouldn't really, well, be me would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrvmmgHD3I/AAAAAAAAALk/sGP_kXLWvaU/s1600-h/z77394798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrvmmgHD3I/AAAAAAAAALk/sGP_kXLWvaU/s400/z77394798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353354553532551026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just the image i portray for the world, the very image i'd incessantly forced upon myself, because while i was telling the world one thing, i was trying to convince myself that i am indeed so more than the person or people i was telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i knew that all along, &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;deep down&lt;/i&gt;, i knew something didnt click, it wasnt right, &amp;amp;maybe i knew what it was, it's simply admitting and acknowledging the very problem within myself scared me so much that i'd much rather store it away, never to be touched or pried into. &lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but it eats into me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrwcSN9UqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4Al9gflE520/s1600-h/z76602786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrwcSN9UqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4Al9gflE520/s400/z76602786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353355475800642210" 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;I find myself taken aback sometimes to see how far I've come, how much i've changed &amp;amp; conformed to the society's unforgiving acceptance. It scares me to think that the very same girl who first stepped into &lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wesley Methodist&lt;/u&gt; is now more accepted compared to then. It wasnt that I had faked who i really was to the world, because if you really know me, you'll find that being someone I am not, to me, is harder than being ostracized by the very society whose acceptance everyone seems to crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrxEQntDhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rr2jo8hKgpA/s1600-h/z111281154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrxEQntDhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rr2jo8hKgpA/s400/z111281154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353356162566524434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was because college had changed the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;very person&lt;/i&gt; i am. maybe not as much as my moral values or beliefs, but almost 180 degrees of my perception of people and friendship. i've learnt that being &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;naive&lt;/i&gt;, even in the simplest way of translation, &lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;purity&lt;/u&gt;, will only be taken advantage of by the society. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;cynicism&lt;/b&gt; is more relevant to life than the most basic of all necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that although you will never allow someone else to feel the same hurt you've gone through regardless of how easy it might be or how much you feel like allowing yourself a little bit of sadism, the very same person whom you've wanted to save from the pain, will do just the very same thing to you even within a short span of time. &amp;amp;maybe, sometimes, you can't help but feel, if the world is doing just that, why should you be the only one to force justice or fairness upon your actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is a cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny i know, but it's &lt;u&gt;true&lt;/u&gt; in every aspect of its existence. the world is filled with cruelty, mostly created by man unto man themselves. people talk about injustice, about unfairness, about the very authority who uses their power unto someone else, but have you ever stopped to think, would you do the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skrx8KX-YRI/AAAAAAAAAME/VQxsWCINGaU/s1600-h/z77356630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skrx8KX-YRI/AAAAAAAAAME/VQxsWCINGaU/s400/z77356630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353357122962612498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it annoys me to think that invariably almost everyone will vehemently &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;deny&lt;/u&gt; such allegations almost instantaneously without giving it much thought, but never having gone through the same situation, how are you supposed to fucking know that you are above the very same person who succumbed to what you of all people will not be able to withstand for even the &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;slightest&lt;/i&gt; second? who are you to criticize and bring down that person when you are the very cause for his fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to continually understand &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; people do things and &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;what&lt;/u&gt; has cause them to do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;something that causes pain to someone else. it is harder to continually excuse their actions and peg them as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"they're only human" or "everyone is doing it". Because in all honesty, people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; take responsibility for their actions. It's like saying a mass murderer should be excused from what he has done because it wasn't his fault his life was hell and his parents or the environment around him while he was still a boy conditioned him to be the person he is today. &amp;amp;then letting him go to do as he pleases. i know, this is a much larger scale compared to petty high school drama like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"she stole my boyfriend" or "he lied to me" or "she bitched about me", but if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; look into, there's no real difference at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrzBWKxGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-W3aHYREmCY/s1600-h/z133446515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrzBWKxGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-W3aHYREmCY/s400/z133446515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353358311539415106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to some extent, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;nihilism&lt;/span&gt; applies. looking it up, the word means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nihilism: A theory promoting the state of believing in nothing, or of having no allegiances and no purposes. The term is incorrectly used to characterize all persons not sharing some particular faith or particular set of absolute values.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, it feels like the norm of the society is wrong in every possible way or reasoning and refusing to believe or obeying what the world has decided but having no choice because this is what survival means. because when you think about it, our world was formed upon perceptions, beliefs and as plainly as i can possibly put it, thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think, therefore I am.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;if everyone has their own thoughts, everyone has their own mind and mental capability to create and mould their own existence, then who is anyone to say that what i am doing right now is wrong if it is not to me? who is anyone to say that what he is doing is wrong when it is not to him? No one has the right to enforce a belief or practice unto someone else because, it is their &lt;i&gt;belief&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skrzz1_sYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rd5od8s0Gw8/s1600-h/z77356791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skrzz1_sYxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rd5od8s0Gw8/s400/z77356791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359179076363026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;i know that you'll prolly say that you've thought about it before or i'm only stating the obvious, but don't you see? if I am indeed stating the obvious, why is it so hard for us to practice what we already know? what we've already known since our very existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because it is easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why can't people practice what they preach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that line goes so much deeper than the depths beneath the ocean. It has so much more layers than what society would like to believe. Because life itself can never be something as blatantly obvious as that if the society refuses to allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;because i know that &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;despite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything i've just typed out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I, myself fall into the same category&lt;/span&gt;. the society which will only continue to live in its own denial and continue to destroy itself. Because neither am i above the very people i've just scorned &amp;amp;unless, although highly unlikely, i manage to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;practice what i preach&lt;/span&gt;, i'll only continue to live in &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;disgust &lt;/span&gt;with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skr0erZh1lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LKnxvQEnMdw/s1600-h/w135240444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/Skr0erZh1lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LKnxvQEnMdw/s400/w135240444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353359914966308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could've already said too much, &amp;amp;my understanding of this could only be as shallow as above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ps, darrengoon prolly helped escalated all this thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tsk.. he makes me think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;whether or not he agrees with my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SksA3S3BpoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pPmPLaTTXZE/s1600-h/DSC08249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SksA3S3BpoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pPmPLaTTXZE/s200/DSC08249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353373532015404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after all the raindrops ;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;lighter&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am satisfied with the now. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the future still freaks me out&lt;/span&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-6500475538307191470?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6500475538307191470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-living-in-my-insecurities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6500475538307191470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6500475538307191470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-living-in-my-insecurities.html' title='I&apos;m Living In My Insecurities'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SkrvmmgHD3I/AAAAAAAAALk/sGP_kXLWvaU/s72-c/z77394798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3219379454446319403</id><published>2009-06-27T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:21:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;confused. give me a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the art of losing is not hard to master; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so many things seen filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. &lt;/span&gt;Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster of loss is no disaster. Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; the darkened past &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. the art of losing isn't hard to master innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess i dont know alot of things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;things might change..things which is so wrong, it's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if.. i change my mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would end up hate myself for being so contradicting &amp;amp; be just like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with much overused&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 'might' &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'maybe' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;of glam, rock &amp;amp; soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3219379454446319403?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3219379454446319403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-in-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3219379454446319403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3219379454446319403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-in-between.html' title='Somewhere In Between'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7297257044598404094</id><published>2009-06-22T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:31:11.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best ainessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dont you want to be the best version of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how many of us are not living life the way we should be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;ps: mk, maybe youre at the edit html place instead of compose, i got colours and fonts :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-6336384098362888535</id><published>2009-06-22T15:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:46:00.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakeven not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'You can do the right things for selfish reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You can do the wrong thing with good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And sometimes when people screw up and do bad things, does that mean they are bad people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;To hold so steadfastly to a belief only to have it shattered in a moment of clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now you know dreams don't come true, and even if they do, they don't always stay true'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;They say if god get you into this, he will get you through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;How true is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you ask me to choose my path, even thought there's nothing much left to choose from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;and so i will give up this fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;emkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-6336384098362888535?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/6336384098362888535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakeven-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6336384098362888535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/6336384098362888535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakeven-not.html' title='breakeven not'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-3402412554278329304</id><published>2009-06-21T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:45:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No surprise -Daughtry</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It came out like a river once I let it out&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I wouldn't know how&lt;br /&gt;Held onto it forever just pushing it down&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good to let go of it now&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXO,&lt;br /&gt;emkay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- what the sas wehhh what happened to the blordy blog? Why kenot put colours anymore and why kenot change the font already?? FIX THIS CARMEN LIM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-3402412554278329304?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/3402412554278329304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-surprise-daughtry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3402412554278329304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/3402412554278329304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-surprise-daughtry.html' title='No surprise -Daughtry'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-2940166288040300246</id><published>2009-06-16T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:49:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the one and only BITCH*ELLE WONG SOOK KING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SjdccjJ2wJI/AAAAAAAAALc/FkdFRCAmeIE/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SjdccjJ2wJI/AAAAAAAAALc/FkdFRCAmeIE/s400/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347844728068423826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYY WOMANNN!! HAPPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY=) &lt;br /&gt;WOishhhhh 19 already...dun everyday gooo clubbing laaa hou sam!!! Sayyy 'turned over a new leave?' MANA ADAAAAAAAAAA tryingg to con BANU NOWW laa???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misss you soo much laa.. i hope u got my bomb??? PLEASE OR I WILL KILL EVERY MALAYSIAN POSTMEN I SEE WHEN I COME HOME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on an ending note, hope ure enjoying urself right now baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love &lt;br /&gt;emkay=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-2940166288040300246?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2940166288040300246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-one-and-only-bitchelle-wong-sook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2940166288040300246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2940166288040300246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-one-and-only-bitchelle-wong-sook.html' title='To the one and only BITCH*ELLE WONG SOOK KING'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SjdccjJ2wJI/AAAAAAAAALc/FkdFRCAmeIE/s72-c/DSC01021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1678073851660811236</id><published>2009-06-10T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:28:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.231373); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.231373); "&gt;sometimes the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;smiles upon us&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1678073851660811236?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1678073851660811236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1678073851660811236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1678073851660811236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5377818085482216155</id><published>2009-06-10T08:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:11:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overloading of abusive thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:250%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Better by far, you should forget and smile; than you should remember and be sad.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:250%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:250%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:250;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;how has your thoughts been treating you lately?&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/4773861350212088407-5377818085482216155?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5377818085482216155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/overloading-of-abusive-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5377818085482216155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5377818085482216155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/overloading-of-abusive-thoughts.html' title='overloading of abusive thoughts'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5440152151307718369</id><published>2009-06-09T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:32:11.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;i absolutely think being gay is not a problem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to go to the beach eventhough its winter here now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a week from now i'll be having my holidays!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i absolutely miss you bitches veryyy veryyy much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i heard keiron is in hong kong?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if the little piece of paper that we stuck on the wall of c27 is still there? The one we label everyone according to our heights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a really good long catchup session with 'ss' LIM KAH MUN ystd=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-5440152151307718369?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5440152151307718369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5440152151307718369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5440152151307718369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-692632574475797696</id><published>2009-06-09T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:25:41.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you took my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rihanna - Hatin' On The Club lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this be the last time you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;No more laying up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;No calling, saying you want me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing my bags, what you think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;br /&gt;But Tonight baby you got me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car, y'all kissing at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Got me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Now you got me like whoahhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to take my love&lt;br /&gt;Whoahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can be mad at me all you want&lt;br /&gt;I ain't coming in, I'll be waiting out front&lt;br /&gt;Coming out the door with your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;You did me wrong boy tell me where our love went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;br /&gt;But Tonight baby you got me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car, y'all kissing at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Got me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Now you got me like whoahhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to take my love&lt;br /&gt;Whoahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the sound of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's only one reason why we're apart&lt;br /&gt;She never woulda made it to your car&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the club, I'd still have my love&lt;br /&gt;We would still have us&lt;br /&gt;I'd still have my love&lt;br /&gt;We would still have us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we're like whoahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, now we're like whoahhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;You took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.lyricsmode.com/%27" target="'_blank'"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rihanna/%27" target="'_blank'"&gt;Rihanna lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rihanna/hatin_on_the_club.html%27" target="'_blank'"&gt;Hatin' On The Club lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;super in love with this song now=_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;im suppose to be studyinggggg awmaigodddddddd..&lt;/span&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-692632574475797696?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/692632574475797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-took-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/692632574475797696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/692632574475797696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-took-my-love.html' title='you took my love'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1855746822114517533</id><published>2009-06-08T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:32:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;as u all know, i have a fetish for carrot cake..*its even going to be my future wedding cake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So today, i saw carrot cake in the local supermarket, i was like GODSSSS I MUST BUY IT LAAAA. Its been soooo long since ive eaten carrot cake. But then i cudnt figure out what the price of that cake was,..there wasnt any label or anything. There was a stupid label that said $9.49 for Tiramisu cake..but no labelfor carrot cake..geezzz..so i assumed its the same price la..$9.49. Damn ex la.but heck it,, i kenot NOT buy the carrot cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Okay so the main point...This is exactly how life works. You dont know what's the price but u still go for it because it makes u happy and its wat you want. No matter what the price is, u're ready to pay for it becuz it makes u happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I dont know what im writting. But this particular fren of mine told me the rationale behind this and it did make sense to me at that point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hehhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;okay i know if kei is reading this he'll sayyy WATTAAHARGHHHH!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-1855746822114517533?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1855746822114517533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/carrot-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1855746822114517533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1855746822114517533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/carrot-cake.html' title='Carrot Cake'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1580933308633770766</id><published>2009-06-08T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:57:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how do you know if youre going to regret things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how do you know if its going to work out the way you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how do you know if you should change things or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;since you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; if you will regret things and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; if it will work out the way you want, obviously you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if you should change things or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;onclusion, i know that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-1580933308633770766?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1580933308633770766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1580933308633770766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1580933308633770766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-know.html' title='do you know?'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-2119623912271075326</id><published>2009-05-26T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:47:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad boyfie BAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;basically, boyfie was talking about my lack of exercise but now ive started a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; he says he is proud but i must increase my ten minutes to fifteen at least on this walking machine thing. though he said he was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i could last for ten minutes as he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought i would die after two perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(bad boyfie remark #1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i ask why. he says because im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; out of shape now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(bad boyfie remark #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i ask when was i ever in shape. he says in college. at least then you did a lot of walking so it put you in shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i ask how do you know. he says can feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i ask what do you mean you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; it. he says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOUR STOMACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(bad boyfie BAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;he goes on to explain his remark further but that was the gist of it. what kind of boyfie tell his girl that she is fat and flabby. a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one thats who!&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/4773861350212088407-2119623912271075326?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/2119623912271075326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-boyfie-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2119623912271075326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/2119623912271075326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-boyfie-bad.html' title='bad boyfie BAD.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-750986114465050089</id><published>2009-05-23T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:15:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but by the moments that take our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breathe away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm tangled up in you &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-750986114465050089?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/750986114465050089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-not-measured-by-number-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/750986114465050089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/750986114465050089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-not-measured-by-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-1226887965539661080</id><published>2009-05-21T12:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:07:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-Guard; SMAXE are LUFWA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTfstQhlII/AAAAAAAAAK8/06z7zc9qcAc/s1600-h/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTfstQhlII/AAAAAAAAAK8/06z7zc9qcAc/s400/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338137417497023618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"You never want to enter a girl's 'friend zone' When a girl decides you're a friend, you are no longer a dating option. You become a non-sexual entity; like her brother, or a lamp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;yes YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;, u better read this &amp;amp; download. hee :P thanksssss cz my next steal frm u would be this, so thankyou in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;came across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;  'Just Friends' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;with, as in starring, Ryan Reynolds (who is so totally hot, like ZOMG) *insert bimbotic face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksFBkBAXxEs/Sg4_29p4dUI/AAAAAAAAFls/0fcUqSjetVo/s1600-h/Just+Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksFBkBAXxEs/Sg4_29p4dUI/AAAAAAAAFls/0fcUqSjetVo/s320/Just+Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272821976331586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See they used to be friends in high school and he liked her but it didn't work out. And so he went off, leaving his pretty friend behind and 5 years later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksFBkBAXxEs/Sg4_2xtwJjI/AAAAAAAAFlk/KO6AxX0MC-c/s320/Just_Friends_Movie+DVD+-+Ryan_Reynolds+Amy_Smart+Chris_Klein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272818771338802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Woo... he is hot, he is successful and all the girls want him. But he's still in love with his best friend from a long time ago and he's a womanizer because well... there's no one he can really imagine getting serious with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksFBkBAXxEs/Sg4_3HLqghI/AAAAAAAAFl0/qkl0qdx4GDo/s320/photo_01_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272824533942802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sadly she still sees him as the same old friend, in fact worst than the friend... since he's acting like a jerk to cover up all his insecurities and there's this other guy and he has this stalker chick admirer. Well basically its quite funny and in the end all is great and happy so we're all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some of the top 10 signs that you have been relegated to the Friend Zone as complied by me from research in the various academically sound websites of 'Loveshack' and the like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You guys have been friends 'for the longest time'. All well and good when you want to get to know a girl before getting together but there is a space of time (that space of time depending on her initial interest and the impressions that you give off) before you are moved from the Potential Zone to the Friend Zone, so far into it that there are no roads out and you without a GPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You bake together or cook together or do any other form of 'girl activities' together eg. watching chick flicks, painting nails, putting on make-up, trying on clothes (and she does in all in a non-flirtatious manner and worse, tries to put them on you too) Definitely a Friend Zone warning when she's perfectly comfortable doing girly things that she enjoys without really considering what you would enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She says "You're like a brother to me." or "It's great having a guy as just a friend." casually when guys are hanging out and also when referring to you to her friends. 'Brother' is worst than 'just a friend', 'gay' is usually very very bad because that means that she's relegated you to the not even being in the same sexual orientation. And when you finally work up the guts to say something she says "I'm not ready for a relationship." or "I don't want to ruin what we have." Translation: You are in my Friend Zone and I like having you there and that's where you're to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She never touches you and shies away from being touched. Although this may vary because some girls are more shy and some girls are more open. Non-intimate touches like tickles and pats and casual brushes could either be a sympathetic/ accidental friendly gesture or a sign that you are not completely lost yet. Although it's safe to say if she never goes to hug you or anything more intimate you're in the Friend Zone. Worst is if she DOES hug you and lean on you and maybe even kiss you on the cheek but thinks nothing of doing it. You're so far in the Friend Zone you've reached Familyville my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She tells you all of her problems. This is a bit tricky. It could be a sign that you guys are really good friends and she trusts you or she's using you as a therapist and doesn't care if you pick up on her neuroses and quirks. People who like you want to put themselves in a better light in your eyes. If she's happily telling you about things like the bunion on her foot or the chaffing from her G-string, you are in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She talks to you about other guys and girls. And not in the good way. When she talks about other guys its not flirty its not coy, its a full on therapy session on how she is 'confused' because he's giving 'mixed signals'. Or she speaks lovingly of other men eg. an ex-boyfriend or potential friend. And she wants to introduce you to other girls. Of course she may be hoping you say you're not interested but generally a girl who likes you wants to avoid you meeting her 'hot' friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's dated someone else in the course of your friendship. No brainer there. Out of the blue there is another guy while you are the steadfastly dependable friend. And while she is with the other guy there is little contact with you because honestly she'd rather be spending time with someone else. Of course she 'could' like you once she sees what 'a great friend' you are but more likely she'll be giving you a ticket to the Friend Zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If she re-directs the conversation when it steers remotely towards your feelings for her. That's a definite 'No Entry' sign. She doesn't want to hear about your feelings for her meaning she probably knows or can guess what you feel and she does not want to address it. If she really did like you she would be psyched that you brought it up and egg you on/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They do not seek out alone time with you. Sure they may act flirtatiously and you might have 'great conversations' where she says things that you read so much into but if she has made no attempt to corral you alone then you are definitely a friend. Double that if you guys are going out and she brings another friend along. Triple that if you're the one who did the inviting. You're a friend, friend, FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is no sign of personal grooming even when they know they'll be seeing you. No brushing or fussing over their hair, no shaving their legs, no putting on make-up, just sweats and their rattiest T-shirt will do. They are totally fine with you seeing the 'ugly' not because they're comfortable with you but because they simply are not interested in attracting you. If a girl likes you she will groom. A characteristic trait of the animal kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorry I know there were only supposed to be 10 but the 11th sign is if you are reading this list and you have nodded and agreed with 4 or more signs while thinking of someone or all the girls you know in general. You my friend, are just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, that's as far as the post went because posting was halted due to well... it just was. ok fine, FEXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTftPXDaZI/AAAAAAAAALM/lpUpKibjOJs/s1600-h/attractivenesscale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTftPXDaZI/AAAAAAAAALM/lpUpKibjOJs/s400/attractivenesscale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338137426651212178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTfs1dMlmI/AAAAAAAAALE/RzGS2Sdn4Ck/s1600-h/Friend_Zone.ashx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTfs1dMlmI/AAAAAAAAALE/RzGS2Sdn4Ck/s400/Friend_Zone.ashx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338137419697657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fumbling for a steady grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps this is carm btw, this is my official colour &amp;amp; i wont change nomore. cz the other greens are not nice. i tried so many &amp;amp; i've decided this is final :)&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-1226887965539661080?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/1226887965539661080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-guard-smaxe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1226887965539661080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/1226887965539661080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-guard-smaxe.html' title='Off-Guard; SMAXE are LUFWA'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/ShTfstQhlII/AAAAAAAAAK8/06z7zc9qcAc/s72-c/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7956436717233620723</id><published>2009-05-14T09:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:23:08.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hello May. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Why were you in such a rush to get here? You've made everything else speed up into a blur, and I, moving in my sluggish pace, have had to frantically catch up. I hope you're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Still, now that you're here, I hope you won't leave too quickly. I'm afraid June will be even colder than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I may be too easily attached,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;but I can detach myself too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I wonder why I want to though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't believe I keep to myself so much now. I used to be the kind of person who always had to share, always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; to ask for others' opinions on things. I wonder why I don't do this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Still, there are the precious few in whom I still have the trust to confide in. (: Maybe that's it; maybe I've lost that naivety that everyone can be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm not "emo", I'm just brooding. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; it feels like i'm being erased, forgotten,dissipating into thin air. just like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; was never there. being forgotten, that sheer fear i have, greater than being alone. from strangers to buddies to nothing more than someone who would js walk past you &amp;amp; look past through you. &amp;amp; now i'm js left here cold &amp;amp; invisible. the curtains fall, a new story is being told. i'm gone like the wind, as if the old stories told never existed. could you not throw that bit of the past into the trash pile, even if you have to walk away? that mindgames we're in, its not funny anymore. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;People keep asking if I'm all right. I know I haven't been myself lately, but the weird thing is that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; feel all right not being myself. So what is that? I'm happy that I've changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I think, I'm going through an identity crisis. HAHAHAHA. How funny does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;using a laptop on your lap could kill your sperm&lt;/span&gt;? Cos I didn't! HAHAH, I learned that yesterday. (: What a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;fun fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, it's nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bad news never had good timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But, then your circle of friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Will defend the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ps u knw what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KEI is deadmeatfriedfish &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA anyhoo i super hate you la, u broke my cycle of the fb/blog stalking which i havent had the decency to do in ages. u stalk greeny more than i do &amp;amp; after what u told me i went to check greeny out &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; super sizzling panfried uber uber cute weih. i'm half drooling. he's still memang eyecandy material :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-7956436717233620723?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-699622419281213849</id><published>2009-05-10T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:16:56.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is no long distance about love; it always finds a way to bring hearts together, no matter how many miles are between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s this is for you nessiebear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-699622419281213849?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5006084324584779979</id><published>2009-04-28T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:39:48.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;do you want to be my morning glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;how do i know that i am not living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;am i a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;can you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;where can i get more strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;is there such a thing as getting bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;do i accomplish what i set my mind to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;will i be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;is everything going to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;am i a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;shall we just dance the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;what makes you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;do you believe in fairy tale endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;can i be successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;is there really a forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;does it all even matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;when will i devote myself to something meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;do i even know you or myself or anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;how should i behave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;are these the true rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;does love really exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;will i regret my life and the choices that i made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there are no question marks because i dont expect answers. or at least i dont expect them any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-5006084324584779979?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5006084324584779979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5006084324584779979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5006084324584779979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-life.html' title='live life.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-5182611047991434847</id><published>2009-04-28T11:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:09:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:59px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;do you believe in;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:71px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:49px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eyelashes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:59px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pennies head up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:71px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shooting stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;or the bigger half of the wish bone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size:58px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;as for me, i believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:175px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-5182611047991434847?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/5182611047991434847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-does-it-have-to-be-so-damn-hard-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5182611047991434847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/5182611047991434847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-does-it-have-to-be-so-damn-hard-why.html' title=''/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-527150491432872651</id><published>2009-04-26T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:48:38.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarnesha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;suddenly out of the blue, i sorta remeber this girl name Tarnesha(keiron's fren) whom we used to joke about because of her upper region?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i misss saying her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TARRRRRRRRR-NEEEE-SHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;okkkk i fucking pray that she doesnt read this blog??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-527150491432872651?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/527150491432872651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/tarnesha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/527150491432872651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/527150491432872651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/tarnesha.html' title='Tarnesha'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-8472429647209780236</id><published>2009-04-26T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:34:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It's not everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;That I meet a person quite like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Perfect every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I finally found the nerve to confess that it's you - that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I don't care if I act a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I would damn near beg for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Set aside, all my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So don't keep me hanging here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;its you that i want&lt;/span&gt;&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/4773861350212088407-8472429647209780236?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/8472429647209780236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8472429647209780236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/8472429647209780236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-you.html' title='Love you'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-7127845206529891898</id><published>2009-04-26T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:21:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>susan boyle FTWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SfM4S4cWqCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1pOR_ZmCGc0/s1600-h/susan+boyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SfM4S4cWqCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1pOR_ZmCGc0/s320/susan+boyle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328664681149540386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; ( eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) *look at my pearly whites*&lt;br /&gt;is this light blue??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;now to more seriousness of the cases. i totally no doubt 100000000% freakingly salute susan boyle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;she is my new idol man. the video of her in britain's got talent.. wah.. wat can i say. every1 laughed at her. and then BAM!! the voice of a goddess. and she is so humble. she shud look at the other contestant and say suck that bitches!! respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4773861350212088407-7127845206529891898?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbN2WDyp6wc/SfM4S4cWqCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1pOR_ZmCGc0/s72-c/susan+boyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-4390477656840792197</id><published>2009-04-22T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:52:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random conversations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hello people. :) as promised to mr pj, im blogging about it. yes yes indeed, you must be more careful about what you say. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;before this there was also another funny bit that i didnt copy unfortunately. let me just fil you people in. pj was kutuking me saying that i use my sex appeal to get extra chops for a free drink at gloria jeans. I USE MY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOYALTY&lt;/span&gt; LA THANKS. then after that, he said he will strip for them to get a free drink. so then i reported to miss emkay lew. :P hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;here is another part. basically this is the overview. we were both talking about how we have not spoken to nick leng in a while. so that is the 'he' that pj was referring to in the first sentence. and my first reply was directed to pj's first statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pee~Jay~ says: (10:27:29 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;he not replying me oso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~Pee~Jay~ says: (10:27:36 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;wheres fuad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ness; says: (10:27:39 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;: ( pooppie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ness; says: (10:27:46 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hes not online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~Pee~Jay~ says: (10:27:48 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~Pee~Jay~ says: (10:27:53 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;cheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~Pee~Jay~ says: (10:27:59 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i tot he really buang-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ness; says: (10:28:09 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHHA omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ness; says: (10:28:13 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this may all be useless information now, but at the time, i was laughing so hard. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;can i rewind and pause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4773861350212088407-4390477656840792197?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/4390477656840792197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4390477656840792197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/4390477656840792197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people.html' title='random conversations.'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4773861350212088407.post-573740774976060260</id><published>2009-04-22T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:00:26.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dot dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;why the hell must these things happen. things that become mood killer. isn't it funny how things would dramatically change from being fun to totally boring. you know how it feels like rite people. exited about something den before it actually happens. the feeling is gone. just feel like not doin anything. blardy hell. go die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4773861350212088407-573740774976060260?l=bit-chars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/feeds/573740774976060260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/dot-dot-dot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/573740774976060260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4773861350212088407/posts/default/573740774976060260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-chars.blogspot.com/2009/04/dot-dot-dot.html' title='dot dot dot'/><author><name>bitches of sam7+1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16132750664697832938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
