<?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-7513545</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:03:02.344+08:00</updated><category term='quit breaking my heart'/><category term='hard to move on'/><category term='the sliver thing tht binds ard our fingers'/><category term='KIM AND PRINCESS ELLEFELIA'/><category term='take it out of me'/><category term='hello'/><category term='dont deny it'/><category term='2 years of pain'/><category term='thanks.'/><category term='I deserved it too'/><category term='i know you lied'/><category term='2 years of tears'/><category term='its you'/><category term='im back (:'/><category term='motherbrotherfathersister'/><category 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5856219877800714732</id><published>2007-09-11T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:57:14.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much thought, I decided to be at&lt;br /&gt;spykespykespyke.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, the url is same as my hotmail.&lt;br /&gt;So long blogger, I'll come back for you at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5856219877800714732?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5856219877800714732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5856219877800714732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-much-thought-and-convincing.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5956917907153987467</id><published>2007-09-11T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T01:38:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LEFT MY FAVOURITE NIKE BRA AT THE HOTEL.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST PISSED MYSELF OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5956917907153987467?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5956917907153987467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5956917907153987467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-left-my-favourite-nike-bra-at-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2340541768750506757</id><published>2007-09-10T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:37:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past = me&lt;br /&gt;Present = her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you deny, you know you&lt;br /&gt;feel for her a little but you're not admitting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, you can take anything you want from me&lt;br /&gt;except the one I love and stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop denying too cause it's obvious enough for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;Just a note for everyone, choose your friends wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Don't end up like me and chose a friend&lt;br /&gt;who likes the girl I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2340541768750506757?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2340541768750506757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2340541768750506757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-me-present-her-no-matter-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7198600759125369449</id><published>2007-09-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:18:21.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wake up every night, to see the state I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;It's like an endless fight, I never seem to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back and go to Sheryl's blog for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were part of each other's life and I was the one&lt;br /&gt;person whom you can't seem to get your mind off.&lt;br /&gt;And without doubt, you were always on my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to school because there was you, I can&lt;br /&gt;see you face, your smile and I can see you looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;How we walked pass each other in school pretending that both&lt;br /&gt;of us didn't exsist but inside we are yearning so much&lt;br /&gt;for us to be open and how much I wanted to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;" Good morning sweetheart, I love you." But I could only&lt;br /&gt;do that in a virtual form as a text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we were just like lovebirds humming tunes and&lt;br /&gt;singing love songs and I felt so blessed and I was so Proud.&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed because of something you experienced called love.&lt;br /&gt;It was new to you and you love it cause you didn't knew that&lt;br /&gt;loving someone can be so sweet and I know you love being loved&lt;br /&gt;by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were upset when you walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I told you not to leave me and&lt;br /&gt;make you promise me but you kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;I understood that you couldn't commit and couldn't&lt;br /&gt;make such a promise that you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;And Baby, I was heartbroken because I know I won't&lt;br /&gt;be your Morning, Afternoon and Night for long.&lt;br /&gt;But it couldn't beat being heartbroken that you found&lt;br /&gt;someone after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's now your Morning, Afternoon and Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7198600759125369449?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7198600759125369449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7198600759125369449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wake-up-every-night-to-see-state-im.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-790550930619977249</id><published>2007-09-04T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:28:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People lie to hide guilt and it's you two.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you were a threat and I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Gaya not to let her know her gf/bf or else&lt;br /&gt;someone will take them away just like my situation.&lt;br /&gt;Then Gaya said she wont have any gfs and she wouldn't take her&lt;br /&gt;bf too. Why? Because if her bf is (that race) she won't take them.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Seriously, Gaya is funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-790550930619977249?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/790550930619977249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/790550930619977249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-it-what-both-of-you-said-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4853088574274598046</id><published>2007-09-04T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:11:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I smiled when I thought about how crazily we were in&lt;br /&gt;love with each other. How I was your Morning, Afternoon and Night,&lt;br /&gt;and you were too. Then how we got love sick because it was unusual&lt;br /&gt;that we couldn't text each other as much or talk on the phone. How I will&lt;br /&gt;count the times you will say the same word over and over again and you&lt;br /&gt;didn't really care cause you were happy that way. I was happy that you&lt;br /&gt;were happy and I loved it when I force you to kiss me through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I could sense that you were blushing but you liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way you smell even though you didn't bathe but because&lt;br /&gt;love blinds me and I guess it blinded my nose by loving the way you stink.&lt;br /&gt;You gave your first kiss to me and even you weren't my first but it felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because you were innocent. You were consious of how your kiss&lt;br /&gt;to me will be like. Whether I liked it or not. But Babe, you know&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anything you do for me cause I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds corny? Because we were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't treat you the best I could and I know you mind.&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt you but you didn't tell me and when you told me how I hurt&lt;br /&gt;you, you already left me. I don't realise what I've done to cause the one I&lt;br /&gt;love and adore to be in pain. I always thought you weren't, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you loved me, you let it go. I love you too and I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sacrifice cause there is only one you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4853088574274598046?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4853088574274598046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4853088574274598046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-smiled-when-i-thought-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3514056123183289728</id><published>2007-09-03T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:17:20.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep because I was talking to my friends and&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about what it would be like if I could get my hands on&lt;br /&gt;that Nikon camera for $1300+ fucking expensive I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the space where we hid under the moonlight and kissed.&lt;br /&gt;How disturbing those noises the lizards were making but that&lt;br /&gt;didn't matter because that's how people in love will react.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were crazy and we were yearning to kiss each other too.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see you face clearly because it was dark and it was early&lt;br /&gt;in the morning where people were sleeping and we were... well,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying each other's company. You were so wonderful and I was&lt;br /&gt;lucky, very lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the space a few days back and how I recall and how real it&lt;br /&gt;felt once again. But I can only recall, and thats the best I can have.&lt;br /&gt;All I have is words with me, but I knew my actions could make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;But rather, it made you leave because I fucking walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I think back, my life get shortened by a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how to be really happy when I lost you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3514056123183289728?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3514056123183289728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3514056123183289728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-couldnt-sleep-because-i-was-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7000740228733662277</id><published>2007-09-02T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T02:18:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;She was at your house.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7000740228733662277?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7000740228733662277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7000740228733662277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-was-at-your-house.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-398860301714025474</id><published>2007-09-02T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:29:56.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.&lt;br /&gt;So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-398860301714025474?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/398860301714025474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/398860301714025474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-swore-i-swore-i-would-be-true-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-772137284140598050</id><published>2007-09-01T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:40:42.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to see you because :&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see what I'm not suppose to see,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear what I'm not suppose to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that it is not what it seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;but I guess I sucked at convincing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of that particular scenario and I think&lt;br /&gt;it affected me and it was showed during training.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking home I was thinking of all the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally conclude; &lt;strong&gt;it's different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did that three times, replacing one after another,&lt;br /&gt;You find any kick in that and hurting the one you dumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's what you &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; said, claim and deny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when everything is visible and clear in front of you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then I think it's a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;different story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-772137284140598050?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/772137284140598050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/772137284140598050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-scared-to-see-you-because-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6619182983100278913</id><published>2007-08-30T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:29:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel &lt;strong&gt;The Urge&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Damn badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6619182983100278913?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6619182983100278913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6619182983100278913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3130244226265937674</id><published>2007-08-28T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:39:53.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hairin saw her today!&lt;br /&gt;Not fair! :(&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;This. Is. Bad. Because. I. Think. I've. Really. Fallen. For. Her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3130244226265937674?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3130244226265937674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3130244226265937674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairin-saw-her-today-not-fair-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3911521598107202830</id><published>2007-08-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:35:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Your nose.&lt;br /&gt;But your face,&lt;br /&gt;keeps me in comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't make sense but I'm very much in love&lt;br /&gt;with someone. And I think that's what love do to you,&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy but I think I like it. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello E for Elephant, I'm K for Kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be 3 weeks and I hope we can see each other in school.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3911521598107202830?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3911521598107202830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3911521598107202830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7087930195098109413</id><published>2007-08-22T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:23:01.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop using the intial like "K" cause I realise I'm not the&lt;br /&gt;only one. So some other people might ask questions using&lt;br /&gt;the initial "K" and they think it's me. Hahaha. Seriously, I got&lt;br /&gt;nothing else better to blog cause class is boring and I'm Eggcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go home, read a book and sleep. What a life I'm living.&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, on the way to school I kept thinking of -(Anon).&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it would be like if we were to get together.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7087930195098109413?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7087930195098109413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7087930195098109413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-should-stop-using-intial-like-k-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-429790110059995350</id><published>2007-08-22T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:24:06.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that being hurt is an inconvinience&lt;br /&gt;that can be overcome with the proper amount of words and/or some physcology.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I wanna be alone and cry my heart out but knowing&lt;br /&gt;how puffy my eyes will be, I refused. I keep all those pain in me until&lt;br /&gt;that fine day I will explode in pieces. I don't have a big heart to contain those&lt;br /&gt;misgivings only I think my ass is big and I don't lie about that. I am hips,&lt;br /&gt;so hips don't lie. Sorry about the bad puns but I seriously need something&lt;br /&gt;lame and stupid to cheer me up and that would probably be, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a failed/brief relationship or a failed friendship, I'm so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;So how can I be so insane to ask myself to check whether&lt;br /&gt;I need them in my life. There are times when I thought that&lt;br /&gt;I can do without them and lead life as per normal as how I always do&lt;br /&gt;like eating so damn much and complain I'm so damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so used to their exsistence that the most difficult is even when the&lt;br /&gt;relationship fails you want them to be your friend to share your woes.&lt;br /&gt;But how life torture me and how I torture myself that it's so difficult to have&lt;br /&gt;such a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sucha bore cause all I have is words and no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the habbit of taking pictures when I go out and not&lt;br /&gt;when everything I do is about floorball.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk through my pictures but unfortunately my camera is missing&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to use my phone camera. You know talking through&lt;br /&gt;pictures is so cool cause there are many interpretations and it's up to you to&lt;br /&gt;interpret it. So no offence even if you misinterpret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm suprised how I type so much and how I'm so tired at 1:27.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there is fucking school tomorrow and I don't like the faci because&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like me, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to hop and hope to find someone that I can relate to while&lt;br /&gt;on the process of hopping and hopping and hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I think I fell in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-429790110059995350?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/429790110059995350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/429790110059995350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-close-my-eyes-and-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1696655225989059612</id><published>2007-08-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:52:39.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;18 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still at it and I'm still clinging on to it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, unlike you, I don't have what it takes to&lt;br /&gt;forget what we had.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the strength to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you might whatever me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sorry, I love you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings don't just fade because of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your image engluf me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stay happy my someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1696655225989059612?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1696655225989059612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1696655225989059612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/18-months.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3706712604755746601</id><published>2007-08-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:01:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The memories keep piling on me.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't erase us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3706712604755746601?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3706712604755746601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3706712604755746601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/memories-keep-piling-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5083497162855040745</id><published>2007-08-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:35:50.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I blog too much suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help, class is boring and I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the holidays. But the other schools&lt;br /&gt;have longer breaks than us. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Then a new class when a new semester starts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't know how to adapt. Do I? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I miss you so much that it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get you off my mindddddd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5083497162855040745?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5083497162855040745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5083497162855040745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-blog-too-much-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1338945899817525736</id><published>2007-08-15T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:08:25.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. says:&lt;br /&gt;i show u more fat pics of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;dont want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;demoralise me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;i last time thin now fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;u diff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;dont wanttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SHERYL! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you're not fat but &lt;em&gt;chubby&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1338945899817525736?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1338945899817525736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1338945899817525736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/k.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7187844797151007207</id><published>2007-08-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:09:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You smell nice even when you're smelly.&lt;br /&gt;Cause love know no boundaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7187844797151007207?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7187844797151007207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7187844797151007207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/cause-you-smell-nice-even-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-463844583256130424</id><published>2007-08-15T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:33:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You should have told me from the start,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that this was never meant to last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we wouldn't have gone this far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it's harder to forget you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-463844583256130424?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/463844583256130424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/463844583256130424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-should-have-told-me-from-start-that.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2302768647691199907</id><published>2007-08-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:18:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking what I want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see, there is nothing "happening" right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for today during lunch. One of the most&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing moments ever. And I want to avoid the&lt;br /&gt;whole thing and run away when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pestan ( Pesta + Sukan ) is this saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Skools Vs Storm, first match. Guess at what time?&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIRTYYYYYYY AMMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 on 3 next saturday and sunday, I'm gonna make a&lt;br /&gt;fool out of myself. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramps is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why do the girls get it and the guys don't.&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is to "suffer" in army or what some says fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cramps and I detest periods. I abhor it when it's during&lt;br /&gt;training. Damn disgusting. %#&amp;%^%^#%^&lt;br /&gt;Walked around queens to get our jerseys done.&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for my tennis humongous bag because&lt;br /&gt;the nike one is breaking my right shoulder badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the trip. I'm gonna have so much fun with&lt;br /&gt;the girls and OF COURSE they will definately have fun with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm their kai xin guo. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;When I told Sheryl that I was not going, she was like sad la.&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny cause I can see it from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm going so you won't miss me :)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going to collect the jerseys now! WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;RP ADROITS #6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I really wanted to see you. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" And I know I cannot let it go. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2302768647691199907?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2302768647691199907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2302768647691199907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-thinking-what-i-want-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-114664860579909541</id><published>2007-08-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:57:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I doubt you'll read this but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-114664860579909541?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/114664860579909541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/114664860579909541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-doubt-youll-read-this-but-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5091469561759961958</id><published>2007-08-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:18:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby, it's what you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smell.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5091469561759961958?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5091469561759961958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5091469561759961958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/baby-its-what-you-put-me-through.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-9168701959342491608</id><published>2007-08-12T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:08:35.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause I miss it when I don't talk to you for a few good mins&lt;br /&gt;because of something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss it when we talk.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss irritating you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I missed out so much in you that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time didn't heal everything and if it made it worse,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll stop trying to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be the air you breathe and I'll be your funniest man alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you irritate me for all time not because I feel you should&lt;br /&gt;but because, it's what I miss and what keeps us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what seems like 10 years of friendship,&lt;br /&gt;I sincerly thank Him for bringing you to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's the far most, best thing that even happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-9168701959342491608?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9168701959342491608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9168701959342491608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/cause-i-miss-it-when-i-dont-talk-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1797731537597773736</id><published>2007-08-12T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:43:51.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause it will take much longer than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me in every literal sense that what seem to be&lt;br /&gt;nonsense is getting more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts and you thought this never exsisted in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1797731537597773736?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1797731537597773736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1797731537597773736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/cause-it-will-take-much-longer-than.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1832629255150432113</id><published>2007-08-10T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:20:41.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think of me as much as I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1832629255150432113?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1832629255150432113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1832629255150432113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-think-of-me-as-much-as-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1547166194670330958</id><published>2007-08-10T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:05:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I imagined you with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1547166194670330958?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1547166194670330958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1547166194670330958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1918641861782467285</id><published>2007-08-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:51:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It always happens when night falls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could never turn back the hands of the clock,&lt;br /&gt;we could never be as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought of giving you the best and the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but I screwed it time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you what you deserve and everything you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I failed in every aspect to make you happier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you loved me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here when I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm living a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just this few days that I wish we could smile together again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see a message from you. But how will I react?&lt;br /&gt;Happy? Excited? Shocked? Maybe nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm numbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try but I can't deny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I don't miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1918641861782467285?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1918641861782467285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1918641861782467285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-always-happens-when-night-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2581810576851719439</id><published>2007-08-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:56:22.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I miss you quite terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you that day and I kept looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;But I just pretended that I didn't notice you were there.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that you will look over but sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know that you're remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see that you're fine and well :)&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself and you're greatly missed and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( To someone much more special than just girls and boys alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2581810576851719439?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2581810576851719439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2581810576851719439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-there-how-are-you-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4165477950119980235</id><published>2007-08-04T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:58:48.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Trainin yo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8c99s0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/TAkZ3hLhNGw/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533190286947138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8c99s0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/TAkZ3hLhNGw/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8s99s1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/h8u8Wa_LdS0/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533194581914450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8s99s1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/h8u8Wa_LdS0/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggy's co owner! Dinee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8899s2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xf6YVXcbr44/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533198876881762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8899s2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xf6YVXcbr44/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. Hairin.... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8899s3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5LtG1oPsyZU/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533198876881778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8899s3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/5LtG1oPsyZU/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERRRR. Okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 this picture. I took it twice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNrk899s5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ocK6nchUVRM/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533886071649170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNrk899s5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ocK6nchUVRM/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerri! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq9M99s4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/w3q8s2yrt68/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533203171849090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq9M99s4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/w3q8s2yrt68/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeiPei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNrlM99s6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/tGuhWgonQjA/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533890366616482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNrlM99s6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/tGuhWgonQjA/s320/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rigel! :D&lt;br /&gt;I still look as fat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;J.U.M.P / Warcry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp6s99svI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nvenbpMrXjs/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094532060710548210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp6s99svI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nvenbpMrXjs/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly and Gerri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp7M99swI/AAAAAAAAAa8/8hh03y5Gl8k/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094532069300482818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp7M99swI/AAAAAAAAAa8/8hh03y5Gl8k/s320/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joreen. The not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp7899syI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dtFsmuGQOok/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094532082185384738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp7899syI/AAAAAAAAAbM/dtFsmuGQOok/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh!&lt;br /&gt;Iyliee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp8M99szI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6m70IuH44Hc/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094532086480352050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNp8M99szI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6m70IuH44Hc/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham, Joreen and Gerri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my week from Monday to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, all floorballers. My life revolves around floorball man.&lt;br /&gt;More photos will be up soon once Sham send over. (The one in green.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Empress!&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I'm gonna have breakfast with you at the Oriental!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not just a physical attraction but something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4165477950119980235?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4165477950119980235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4165477950119980235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/trainin-yo-snuggy-snuggys-co-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RrNq8c99s0I/AAAAAAAAAbc/TAkZ3hLhNGw/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5354930129797775312</id><published>2007-08-03T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:44:23.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be -.. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;i cnat wear - now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. says:&lt;br /&gt;dnt eat lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL says:&lt;br /&gt;cnt la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Thanks for cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;You're the second best :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5354930129797775312?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5354930129797775312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5354930129797775312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/sheryl-says-i-wanna-be-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8168897037186316801</id><published>2007-08-03T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:07:29.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Floorball did took my mind of her.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, floorball can't always do the job.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can say that I did go through a rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;I mean those who know me well enough will know that&lt;br /&gt;I don't show how I feel inside especially when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll accumulate it and then let it out when there is a need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that it's weird, without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wanna call you but I know you won't be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I couldn't do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8168897037186316801?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8168897037186316801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8168897037186316801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/floorball-did-took-my-mind-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4992351165879637336</id><published>2007-08-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:39:52.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Influence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4992351165879637336?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4992351165879637336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4992351165879637336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/08/influence.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6891743633660741303</id><published>2007-07-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:39:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Gerri's tag, I have to blog about the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;I went steamboating with Gerri, debbie and Philly.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously. We ate a lot. Philly ate more because I keep dumping&lt;br /&gt;her food like she's some dumping ground. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;We were so full and tired from eating. The food is really nice ar,&lt;br /&gt;but I will abstain from eating steamboat until 1 month later.&lt;br /&gt;It's too much for my stomach to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Gerri, the steamboat post for you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more hours before I jump with the minister.&lt;br /&gt;The warcry singlet is seriously damn small.&lt;br /&gt;So like when I wore it, it's naturally that everyone will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The school thinks that all girls are skinny and slim.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE! TALK TO THE FAT PEOPLE'S HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;So today was a great day for me. The view I had was simply awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to train for about an hour cause like I'm getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Knees hurt quite a bit today, it's time for more court training yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterprise module tomorrow which sucked because we have to wear formal.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to think of what to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I was damn bitchy today. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I really speak like one bitch. What's wrong man. Must be too high&lt;br /&gt;due to over dosage of eyecandy! :)&lt;br /&gt;I can see her tomorrow again! And just now she walked pass me,&lt;br /&gt;we had eye contact! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to mix match clothes for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and for the warcry jersey. You know, my arms are like humongous!&lt;br /&gt;Need some shirt to cover it up, I hate being fat. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me going bathe now?&lt;br /&gt;How about okay?&lt;br /&gt;How about BYEBYE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some bitch Punk'd me. You fucker la you cheebong!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Shit, can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweets to the eye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're more than her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6891743633660741303?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6891743633660741303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6891743633660741303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-more-hours-before-i-jump-with.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6950699753279514517</id><published>2007-07-28T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:36:46.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up quite early considering the fact that I reached&lt;br /&gt;home very early, at like 630am.&lt;br /&gt;Went to ton with Debbie, Gerri, Yati and Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up at cineleisure and we didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie suggested to go to LJ to have supper. Talked, laughed and joked.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of Philly was tough because I had to handle eating my food&lt;br /&gt;and laughing at her lameness.&lt;br /&gt;Gerri joined us not long and we decided to see what movies were available.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a few debates on what to watch we decided to settle on Knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play cards and I swear all of them are damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Played Yati's version of snap and it's so funny especially Philly.&lt;br /&gt;Her reactions were like one in a million. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the movie and we went to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way to Lido to have breakfast and to get cheated.&lt;br /&gt;Hor Gerri and Philly? HAHAHA. Happy meal ain't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously damn tired, my eyes were like fighting to keep it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOO. Finally we're going home and there were people&lt;br /&gt;going to work at 6am but we are going home to sleep at 6.&lt;br /&gt;How nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to meet Hairin, Rigel and probably Yati in town at 330.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still at home blogging and Rigel's on the bus and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;where Hairin is. Yati is still out with friends with NO sleep. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be late because I haven't bathe and also probably the&lt;br /&gt;fact that I keep thinking town is only 10mins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;You guys must have read it to kill boredom -_-&lt;br /&gt;How about I go get ready now and meet them?&lt;br /&gt;How about I'm quite lazy?&lt;br /&gt;How about stop how abouting?&lt;br /&gt;How about we use what about we use it's like?&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk! I'll blog again when I'm freee. WOOOO, meeting the prime minister&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday to JUMP.&lt;br /&gt;How about I go now?&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still cannot accept the fact,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking about it pricks me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6950699753279514517?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6950699753279514517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6950699753279514517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-woke-up-quite-early-considering-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1426361046926465279</id><published>2007-07-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:48:39.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And then, she walked off,&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought this year is about to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about sadness overload? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1426361046926465279?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1426361046926465279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1426361046926465279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-then-she-walked-off.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5376404754168688656</id><published>2007-07-25T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:37:02.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I first saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could stand on my own two feet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could call you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem&lt;br /&gt;The consequences that I've rendered&lt;br /&gt;I've stretched myself beyond my means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I can say that I wasn't addicted&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I can say I love myself as well&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem&lt;br /&gt;The consequences that I've rendered&lt;br /&gt;I've gone and fucked things up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Just make this go away&lt;br /&gt;Just one more peaceful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could look at myself straight&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I said I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I've seen the way the candles light your face&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can still remember just the way you taste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5376404754168688656?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5376404754168688656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5376404754168688656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-its-been-awhile-since-i-could-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4530231934763907378</id><published>2007-07-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:05:58.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, no this blog is not dead yet. Anyway on behalf of Jiawen, Sherylthesweetesthang is right  here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;So days of my lives have been good, definitely better with Sheryl around. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Its been just Floorball, School &amp; Sleep &amp;amp; more Floorball everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Lim Karmun, I really don't know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;However, a corn joke for you people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you keep a corn?&lt;br /&gt;in a corntainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does a corn go to school?&lt;br /&gt;a cornvent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does a corn need to study?&lt;br /&gt;a corndusive environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the corn a criminal?&lt;br /&gt;because it is a cornvict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you rolling your eyes and saying all these corn jokes are lame?&lt;br /&gt;because it's corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do corns have knees?&lt;br /&gt;good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I think its funny yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherylthesweetesthang =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4530231934763907378?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4530231934763907378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4530231934763907378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-no-this-blog-is-not-dead-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6073386584183201589</id><published>2007-07-16T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:27:21.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Closer than before.&lt;br /&gt;I thought there wasn't anything?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairin, I love you for your -&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;See, I even blogged about it. Happy now!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6073386584183201589?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6073386584183201589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6073386584183201589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/closer-than-before.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3750213818526496757</id><published>2007-07-15T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:25:29.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went threading with duck, rigel and sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;WAH, damn painful for first timers can!&lt;br /&gt;But now I look weird because my eyebrows have never been&lt;br /&gt;so nicely shaped and clean. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So like, we wanna go for Brazillian wax too..... I think I will die.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the way sheryl react to painfulness of the threading is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me, duck and rigel keep laughing non stop. Like non stop hits. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to TP to watch match. We kept laughing at Boing.&lt;br /&gt;Duck and sheryl laughed the loudest la. We kept disturbing everyone there actually.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND AND, I saw this pretty girl or pretty girls. WOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;But she got gf already ar and she is like andro. Wtfffff. She's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;The other one also pretty... But when I show duck, she say not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;TMDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head down to RP later to watch the boys and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck order Mcflurry and it's tempting me.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch! STOP ITTT! See you people later on for the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired so I'm gonna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit! Eyebags like teabags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES UP LATER/SOON/TOMORROW/WHEN I'M FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I suppose to be happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all I ever wanted comes with a price.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3750213818526496757?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3750213818526496757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3750213818526496757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-threading-with-duck-rigel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2265294945138402694</id><published>2007-07-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:02:06.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;but im also sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;and sleepy stronger than sian&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy wins sian&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy vs sian&lt;br /&gt;1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;so someone stay at woodlands, can slp late la&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;walao, like tht also can score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;can la&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;late goal&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;LATE goal&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;coz its late alr?&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;i get it&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lame-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;ure damn lameee!&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;at night u cant walk lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;this is a strong indication that ive to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;very strong&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;like u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah i think u shld too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;pH 0.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;first scoring now chemistry&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see what else u can include&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing la&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;too acidic alr&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;even my stomach is growling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna blog about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;too much HCl plus my pH 0.1 strong indication&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;blog about what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao how can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i look at u and laugh and i look at your msn also laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot tell the world abt my 0.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh go learn the woman's face&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;i will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;my spastic face not enough arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;she only did one brow and the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;eh looks carefully&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;its two brows right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;the other one not so high&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;so doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;thats coz of the angle of the shot la dumbdumb&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;the angle like from the right side of her face&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;so the right brow like higher&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;the angle like 75 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAIRIN! u dont have to like be so EXACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;round off alr to whole number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;actually its 74.7484&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;this is making me laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;K -_- /croak! says:&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna blog this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure. 09 says:&lt;br /&gt;wah ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, Siti HAIRIN for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2265294945138402694?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2265294945138402694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2265294945138402694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/figure.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7420202099666871976</id><published>2007-07-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:48:48.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- yo papa - * winterbells&lt;br /&gt;This is Rigel's nick. For a moment I saw winterBALLS. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to go try team Rp singlet. But lazy ar. &amp;amp;^%$#%^$# My arms like shit can!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upcoming activities:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAG (floorball), Ngee Ann City floorball 3 vs 3, friendly with NP,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POL-ITE (polite)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- /croak! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's basically about all la. As you can see, it's floorball again.&lt;br /&gt;No training tomorrow due to campus relay. A short breather for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think it's you, cause it's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7420202099666871976?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7420202099666871976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7420202099666871976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/yo-papa-winterbells-this-is-rigels-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8355545588473559712</id><published>2007-07-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:26:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And look the other way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I will regret putting this up here.&lt;br /&gt;This is the furthest I'll go to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8355545588473559712?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8355545588473559712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8355545588473559712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-getting-hard-to-be-around-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-407532706796996186</id><published>2007-07-10T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:53:27.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is very late. The rest have already done it but nevertheless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is really hot.........&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpLktxEhYLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Dnu5Z4y6NNE/s1600-h/Photo-0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085378404172259506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpLktxEhYLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Dnu5Z4y6NNE/s320/Photo-0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportsman/woman/whatever of the year: MISS HAZMINAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpLkuBEhYMI/AAAAAAAAAag/asAWFd282og/s1600-h/Photo-0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085378408467226818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpLkuBEhYMI/AAAAAAAAAag/asAWFd282og/s320/Photo-0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call pretty woman!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-407532706796996186?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/407532706796996186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/407532706796996186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-very-late.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpLktxEhYLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Dnu5Z4y6NNE/s72-c/Photo-0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8831766532206805176</id><published>2007-07-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:00:40.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Normal for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeBEhYGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lJIeu2jvu7k/s1600-h/warp(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084851467519615074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeBEhYGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lJIeu2jvu7k/s320/warp(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, presenting to you the globber face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeBEhYHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kB0x9p7017k/s1600-h/warp(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084851467519615090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeBEhYHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kB0x9p7017k/s320/warp(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ailen face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeREhYJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gakvHT6Qu1o/s1600-h/warp(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084851471814582418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeREhYJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gakvHT6Qu1o/s320/warp(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I took this CLASSIC picture!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFfBEhYKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/n1LguLNDDwE/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084851484699484322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFfBEhYKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/n1LguLNDDwE/s320/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch matches with about half of the team.&lt;br /&gt;Rp guys did well. Damn upset we didn't upset some people.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Cwp to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Talked, laughed, joked and played.&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the train. How I wish the ride was just a bit&lt;br /&gt;longer cause I was sleeping so soundly until some man&lt;br /&gt;kicked my leg. !#%^&amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^% and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's training. Full blast for me. Wanna improve&lt;br /&gt;quite a bit before POL-ITE. WOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm tired. Enjoy laughing at these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s More retarded pictures in Mw's (Meiwen) blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8831766532206805176?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8831766532206805176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8831766532206805176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/normal-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RpEFeBEhYGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lJIeu2jvu7k/s72-c/warp(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2807912650906350389</id><published>2007-07-08T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:56:50.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I stop blogging and stop updating my life,&lt;br /&gt;will anyone remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on me that whether I am&lt;br /&gt;even remembered by anyone be it a friend&lt;br /&gt;or an ex girlfriend. I happened to chance upon&lt;br /&gt;this blog and when I read her entries, I felt that&lt;br /&gt;she is so lucky because even though her schedule is&lt;br /&gt;so tight, she and her friends are still close than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think some "friends" erased me out of their&lt;br /&gt;life for good. Am I that insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm still in contact with gaya and probably zan.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like lost contact with shuwen and ame. Except for&lt;br /&gt;that time when she called me for zan's laptop only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the question is, who are my True friends?&lt;br /&gt;Those who are around me most of the time or&lt;br /&gt;those that who are around me when I need someone the most?&lt;br /&gt;I think I have no true friends because the latter has never&lt;br /&gt;happen to me. Isn't that sad. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this is karma back at me.&lt;br /&gt;This is an emo post ar. It has since been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly thought of - too and it made me realize.&lt;br /&gt;This are some of the wonders and miseries life can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;And once again, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had True friends until that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Karmun, the only true friend you have is youself&lt;br /&gt;cause one betrayed you in ways you thought she will never do.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, human character changes and it could be drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done it once too many times. Don't expect&lt;br /&gt;me to think it's simple when it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;There are loopholes in your entries.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Rigel and duck at 1115 and the rest at 1130.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm expecting some talking back.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2807912650906350389?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2807912650906350389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2807912650906350389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-i-stop-blogging-and-stop-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4928709253389458587</id><published>2007-07-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:38:54.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling this cause you happened to me :)&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to everything that brings me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4928709253389458587?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4928709253389458587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4928709253389458587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-you-play-it-coy-but-its-kinda-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2952115430452384371</id><published>2007-07-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:18:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Floorball is tiring me out. Traning almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be like a zombie soon.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the air I breathe that it's a  saturday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do well in today's game with Spore schools :(&lt;br /&gt;The team was like not on form. I think everyone was tired.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some of them still have club training later on.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, hang in there. Be strong and overcome your tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;You girls can do it yo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game went to sports hall to watch match.&lt;br /&gt;Then head down to macs and &lt;strong&gt;EAT&lt;/strong&gt;. Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dared Mw to be a dumb person since her voice&lt;br /&gt;is about to deplete soon. Hahah. We actually asked Sheryl to do it&lt;br /&gt;but that chubby cannot make it la. Oh, chubby because someone&lt;br /&gt;called her that. HAHAH. So anyways, I went to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Mw and Sheryl keep laughing and it's making it difficult for me&lt;br /&gt;cause I wanted to laugh too. Hahaha. It was just too stupid and funny.&lt;br /&gt;So duck said the next time we do it together. Hahaha. Busted sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's boring to read this entry. And if you read up till here,&lt;br /&gt;I think you're really seriously bored. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;See, my life revolves around floorball. Floorball, floorball and more floorball.&lt;br /&gt;Training is always fun la, there are people encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that man! I appreciate it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all I have now with me from Monday to Friday is just floorball.&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing else to say but more of trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends. I don't even get to see Zan in school when&lt;br /&gt;we are from the same school!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys (shuwen,amelia,zan and gaya) so much. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I don't really have the time now. I'll make it up to&lt;br /&gt;you guys one day. I don't want to promise. I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;disappoint you guys. But I hope you four know that I didn't forget&lt;br /&gt;anyone of you. You guys are still my top list and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry gaya, for my attitude towards you early in the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was moody and very tired. I'm sorry babe. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright readers, I'm gonna sleep now cause apparently my eyes&lt;br /&gt;are about to close typing this entry. I need the long sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So see you Adroits on monday and my loves one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the one day will come soon. Sorry, schedule is very tight.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be all you need and more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's you who keeps me strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't know, you don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2952115430452384371?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2952115430452384371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2952115430452384371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/floorball-is-tiring-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7481979542056543609</id><published>2007-07-03T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:01:28.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're trying to say I'm putting it off then okay lo.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say. Yeah, I'm selfish but I don't care. If&lt;br /&gt;you can't take it then sorry lo. I say all these knowing it's&lt;br /&gt;not true because it's fun yo.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a crime to befriend her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether you are my friend anot.&lt;br /&gt;You're not important like before.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it hurts, it's more like hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Which part I say blogging about you? You&lt;br /&gt;think my life only you me and faynat? Why would I bother?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Come on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7481979542056543609?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7481979542056543609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7481979542056543609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-youre-trying-to-say-im-putting-it.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5198228201813523797</id><published>2007-07-03T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:54:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be a movie director because I feel that&lt;br /&gt;I can kill my audience with my movies.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl sucks. She made me buy the wrong milkshake and&lt;br /&gt;caused me to have a stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;She sucked even more because she made me buy a DAMN&lt;br /&gt;FATTENING VANILLA MILKSHAKE and I felt like&lt;br /&gt;puking during training.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Sheryl, it should be &lt;a href="http://www.sherylsucks.com/"&gt;www.sherylsucks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually to be brutally honest, you two don't affect me&lt;br /&gt;at all. Just that I say for the FUN of it. Up to you to believe yo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with life now, without you.&lt;br /&gt;You can do without me as a friend  (:&lt;br /&gt;Since your last paragraph you said that it's up to you to choose&lt;br /&gt;who you want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;So, I get what you are trying to say. Yeap! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5198228201813523797?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5198228201813523797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5198228201813523797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-be-movie-director-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1233240504014668129</id><published>2007-07-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:25:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your lips, your eyelashes, your skin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the parts of your body &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That cause my comatose to begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO USED TO IT. AS USUAL LA FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Hello there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1233240504014668129?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1233240504014668129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1233240504014668129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-lips-your-eyelashes-your-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4133384990885838401</id><published>2007-07-01T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:33:35.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from Phebz blog! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PEOPLE TO DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;1)Sherring wong.&lt;br /&gt;2)Camille ang&lt;br /&gt;3)Karmun&lt;br /&gt;4)Nicole Au&lt;br /&gt;5)Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid phebe. Hahah. My answers are gonna be weird.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)put ur music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2)press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3)use the song title as the answer for ur qsn, even if it doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;4)tag 5 other people&lt;br /&gt;5)bold the questions and the the answers and give ur own comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how are you feeling today? That's when - Aslyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do your friends see u? More than words - Westlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you get married? 4 in the morning - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is your best friend's theme song? Makes me wonder - Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the story of ur life? Run away love - Ludacris feat Mary J. Blidge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Cannot run away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what was primary school like? Don't matter - Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OMG. Phebz! Same as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can you get ahead in life? The best I ever had - Vertical Horizon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the best thing about your friends? The real me - Natalie Grant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous answer should be for this answer lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is in stall for this weekend? Dakota - Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what song describes you? Everything - Michael Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe your grandparents? Signal fire - Snow patrol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going? The L word theme song - by I don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how does the world see you? Hero - Maria Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you have a happy life? 1,2 step - Ciara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what does your friend really think of you? We are one tonight - Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;people secretly lust after you? Alright, the L word soundtrack - Kinnie Starr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this song is like.... lusting song. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can i make myself happy? Daughters - John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life? Imagine me without you - Jaci Valasquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I say already. Cannot imagine myselg without her and she cannot run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you ever have children? Drop it like it's hot - Snoop Dogg feat Pharrell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;1) Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;2) Amelia&lt;br /&gt;3) Emily&lt;br /&gt;4) Euphoria&lt;br /&gt;5) Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Finally done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4133384990885838401?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4133384990885838401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4133384990885838401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-this-from-phebz-blog-5-people-to.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4608944002539016194</id><published>2007-07-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:37:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You got me smiling day and night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up rather early yesterday considering&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I don't have anything on.&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet up with Germaine, Kerri and Dee.&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a missed because I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went home, walked around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Walked towards my bed and sleep. The sleep is so shuang la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not my day. I felt so moodless and emo.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that she will know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why I blog? Cause I'm too free and too bored.&lt;br /&gt;When I blog, no one tags lo. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't know what to blog about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I know I said I'm not emo already.&lt;br /&gt;But my emo is not the sad kind, it's the&lt;br /&gt;natural kind. Dammit. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to&lt;strong&gt; you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4608944002539016194?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4608944002539016194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4608944002539016194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-about-you-its-already-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3064533155989661868</id><published>2007-06-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:38:32.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let you know that you form a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarize my day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Presented.&lt;br /&gt;Went for training.&lt;br /&gt;Home-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip with the school stuff cause it's dead boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sheryl and co at W4. Slacked, talked and watch them eat.&lt;br /&gt;Went to agora and got ready for training.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I realise this part is boring.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started doing drills. I was helping Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;to cut down on her vulgarites cause if we're on court and&lt;br /&gt;we spit any vulgarities then its 2 mins for us man.&lt;br /&gt;So everytime she say any vulgarities, I'll make her slap&lt;br /&gt;her mouth. Her slap like nowhere near hit la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her that we could use N's name to cure our&lt;br /&gt;swearing habits. Hahaha. At first, me and Sheryl were the&lt;br /&gt;only one doing it. But don't know how come, Rigel and all&lt;br /&gt;will start calling me N----!? I think I keep calling Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;that name until she got so irritated. N's name is like&lt;br /&gt;our vulgarity and random word la. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But Sheryl like la. I KNOW. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with them and I was so tired at macs.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can hardly open man. Lack of sleep for the&lt;br /&gt;past two days. Luckily, there's no training tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and I can sleep as long as I want!&lt;br /&gt;My knees are hurting. There's this white thingy growing out.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like N man! HAHAH. Told you the name is a swearing name.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, there are so many bumps on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Joreen! How come will like that!? Only my right knee&lt;br /&gt;lei. Shit man. Disease. I'm gonna die, now.&lt;br /&gt;HOW!?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how those bruises come about on my leg?&lt;br /&gt;There's protection but still got bruises.&lt;br /&gt;Someone must have hate my right leg a lot.&lt;br /&gt;All the injuries on that leg. N la! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now and my eyebags weigh a ton.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling emo now. As in I'm not sad. Like&lt;br /&gt;suddenly emo. Sial la. Natural emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for the song Sheryl. It's the nicest!&lt;br /&gt;:) I keep putting it on repeat. Wah, his voice is superb!&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with his voice. And hello, you got Punk'd again! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look around, sometimes I stare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think back now and then, I hope you know I care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked away that day, trying to treat you right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you were on your track, it was me turning back, I left you freezing outside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3064533155989661868?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3064533155989661868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3064533155989661868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-cant-let-you-know-that-you-form-part.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1180301415731462879</id><published>2007-06-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:33:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last time I saw you, you were prasing me.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to visit you again some time&lt;br /&gt;and see whether I can get my art piece at a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't make it in time to see you, to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought back of how I was such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;talking back to you and heck caring my work, it pricked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much your death&lt;br /&gt;affected me. That is if only you know. I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I always regret. When our late principal passed away, I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I can never be the good student any teacher wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not putting in so much more effort for our A1.&lt;br /&gt;Your hard work was more than enough but mine was halved.&lt;br /&gt;I should have put more hard work into my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's too late for regret. I hope you know I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't think that anyone of us hate you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best. Although your temper can get really bad.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay. We learnt to tolerate your temper for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;It has become a habit that we can predict when you will flare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of, Mrs L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1180301415731462879?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1180301415731462879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1180301415731462879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-time-i-saw-you-you-were-prasing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1021316447667389368</id><published>2007-06-28T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:26:47.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep cause I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkk, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone reading this! :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for friday because I can sleep until saturday&lt;br /&gt;afternoon and wake up and sleep back and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to look forward to, I've got dunkin' donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, K is happy already! No more emo me sial :)&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy for me! Or you prefer the damn emo me?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna keep my hair in the emo way.&lt;br /&gt;Those kind all to the side and will tickle your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Any comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is happy, K is happy, K is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna move us like tango :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1021316447667389368?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1021316447667389368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1021316447667389368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sleepy-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3992869164820896467</id><published>2007-06-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:10:04.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's training was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was tiring but I find it so fun&lt;br /&gt;and I feel myself as part of the Adriots family :)&lt;br /&gt;Today was just super hilarious. The team members&lt;br /&gt;are the funniest bunch of people off court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more injuries than on friday. My right&lt;br /&gt;hand has the shape of the ball, my left&lt;br /&gt;hand has this long red line. Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;My right knee has a bruise and a split cut and&lt;br /&gt;my left knee has a bruise. When S shoot, her ball&lt;br /&gt;hit my throat. Pain like anything man. Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Get used to it man. It's normal :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get contacts and a damn big bag.&lt;br /&gt;I need it urgently. I'm gonna shop for that big&lt;br /&gt;bag soon. Hopefully those tennis bags.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of trainings and bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a test tomorrow. I'm half prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;It just rained. Rained. Rained. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go off now! I need to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;I've got panda eyes now. Even uglier than what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss your voice singing to me,&lt;br /&gt;More than words and lips of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;It was just last week you sang to me&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep myself strong without you,&lt;br /&gt;it's time to come home baby. It's time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3992869164820896467?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3992869164820896467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3992869164820896467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-training-was-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2318711247620646952</id><published>2007-06-24T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:23:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/614644"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/614644/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/604269"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/604269/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2318711247620646952?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2318711247620646952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2318711247620646952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here_24.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5409185379643434934</id><published>2007-06-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:19:06.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>001. Real name:&lt;br /&gt;Lim Kar Mun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname:&lt;br /&gt;Fatty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Are you married:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female:&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary:&lt;br /&gt;Soka kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle:&lt;br /&gt;St. Margarets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. Highschool:&lt;br /&gt;St Margarets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;Black with a tad of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short:&lt;br /&gt;Middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak:&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Height:&lt;br /&gt;Middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone:&lt;br /&gt;Should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;Ears. I want one on the lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos:&lt;br /&gt;None but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty:&lt;br /&gt;Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery:&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when but it was&lt;br /&gt;when Rocky bit me in the eye. Not exactly&lt;br /&gt;a surgery. Stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing:&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend:&lt;br /&gt;Huang Shu Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award received in:&lt;br /&gt;Good progress award. Primary six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined:&lt;br /&gt;Netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet:&lt;br /&gt;Hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert:&lt;br /&gt;Some school band concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush in:&lt;br /&gt;Primary three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to:&lt;br /&gt;Continuing answering all these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;Someone's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind:&lt;br /&gt;Events coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;Depends on which sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud:&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where's 76!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Trouble-maker or hesitant:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles:&lt;br /&gt;APA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;Was about to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa claus:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on first date:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angel:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Ghost :&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Is there one person you want tobe with right now?:&lt;br /&gt;YES. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS HER&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Had more than oneboyfriend/girlfriend at one time?:&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Do you believe in God?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Will you post this as "101Truths"?:&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5409185379643434934?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5409185379643434934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5409185379643434934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/001.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2978972086911954959</id><published>2007-06-23T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:19:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How not to think likewise when you featured her?&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying there isn't anything but showing me&lt;br /&gt;there is something. Saying you are not close but&lt;br /&gt;showing you are by featuring her.&lt;br /&gt;Then why would you feature her? No other reasons&lt;br /&gt;than getting closer aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2978972086911954959?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2978972086911954959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2978972086911954959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-not-to-think-likewise-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7617974258996127116</id><published>2007-06-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:37:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY ARE MY GOOD FRIENDS ALL FAILING MY TEST!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my test that difficult? The highest is only 50!?&lt;br /&gt;Try to think of me as more hardworking and guai-er.&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'll pass even higher marks. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Please know I'm quite lame too. So.... hinted already!&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore hints. Too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Think of me different, think of me as someone who&lt;br /&gt;REGRETED once. Hint to the maximum already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7617974258996127116?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7617974258996127116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7617974258996127116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-my-test-that-difficult-highest-is.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3748591994418586055</id><published>2007-06-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:51:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3748591994418586055?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3748591994418586055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3748591994418586055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/alone-in-this-house-again-tonight-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3252533798947851379</id><published>2007-06-22T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:11:15.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is my perfect way of ending it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stab, twist and stab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how I'm feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3252533798947851379?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3252533798947851379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3252533798947851379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-my-perfect-way-of-ending-it.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4557115265899646963</id><published>2007-06-21T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:36:00.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't act like you're fucking affected.&lt;br /&gt;You're not. Totally not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4557115265899646963?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4557115265899646963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4557115265899646963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-act-like-youre-fucking-affected.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-9115202468667001106</id><published>2007-06-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:33:46.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally ignoring me for her.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not wrong. You &lt;em&gt;proved&lt;/em&gt; me right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-9115202468667001106?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9115202468667001106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9115202468667001106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/totally-ignoring-me-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-942071970839757087</id><published>2007-06-21T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:58:32.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who do you belong?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is clearly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your name appearing around them.&lt;br /&gt;It's, as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-942071970839757087?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/942071970839757087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/942071970839757087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-do-you-belong-answer-is-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2992928868137431129</id><published>2007-06-20T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:37:55.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't believe what you said in that paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2992928868137431129?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2992928868137431129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2992928868137431129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-believe-what-you-said-in-that.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7551192361510262652</id><published>2007-06-17T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:03:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After so long, really long,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stop missing and reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting tomorrow, I dread it.&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow and I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another emo day.&lt;br /&gt;Damn emo. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod is not helping me to feel better too.&lt;br /&gt;It has been on shuffle for about ten mins,&lt;br /&gt;all the depressing emo songs are being played.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna press next and see what song is next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tops going for sale at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugar-thing.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://sugar-thing.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do have a look sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The link is right there on the right. Girl's Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm missing you - A1&lt;br /&gt;My Ipod is playing a joke on me man.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go off and be emo and stare out&lt;br /&gt;at the window and smoke and cry and.....&lt;br /&gt;laugh. HAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAI.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know its late but I'm waiting,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the moment that I've been anticipating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I signal u to go where it will take us, I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;那一天的我们，我会微笑的很久。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7551192361510262652?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7551192361510262652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7551192361510262652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-so-long-really-long-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6392491928301623874</id><published>2007-06-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:09:35.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello faithful readers! (If I have any)&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn tired today so I managed to drag&lt;br /&gt;myself outta bed at about twelve plus going one.&lt;br /&gt;Nad was damn tired too. She kept sleeping back&lt;br /&gt;and she was hell cold. When she touched me with her&lt;br /&gt;hands I was like "Okay! I'm giving you the blanket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we left house at like... I can't remember la.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Boon Keng to meet my dearest whiniest JAC.&lt;br /&gt;Then cabbed to Tpy. Went to &lt;strong&gt;EAT&lt;/strong&gt; Long Johns.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my chicken to Nad. I felt so happy when I gave it to her&lt;br /&gt;because I really feel so full and bloated.&lt;br /&gt;Head back to bugis to meet kerrie cause she text me and asked&lt;br /&gt;whether I wanna go with her to alter jeans. I can only collect it&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. Tskt, THE UNCLE LA! Okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to bugis junction to visit sab, left after a while.&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Vivo to meet Cherisa. Talked for quite a bit and&lt;br /&gt;left to meet mum! &lt;strong&gt;ATE&lt;/strong&gt; at Crystal Jade (CJ), I was craving for XLB&lt;br /&gt;so badly and when I finally reached CJ... It was the moscow&lt;br /&gt;one not the chinese one! I &lt;strong&gt;ATE&lt;/strong&gt; until I nearly puked all that I ate.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so damn bloated now. Me and mum went to shop for&lt;br /&gt;father's day gift. Bought him a timberland wallet.&lt;br /&gt;It was 99$! I paid for it and went to shop for my own.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Everlast sneakers, it was damn cheap la and bought&lt;br /&gt;this pullover. SUPER CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures another day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound damn happy in my entry right?&lt;br /&gt;No, today is my emo day. It's one of the bad emo days.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs that actually make my heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;Walao, cliche lei. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; I'm very depressed now!&lt;br /&gt;I can literally feel the pain, that itch, that stab in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is very very depressed/sad/wanna cry/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Please try your outmost best to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertisement:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tops going for sale at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugar-thing.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://sugar-thing.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;have a look hot babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really feel like crying. If I talk to you online and&lt;br /&gt;I'm haha-ing, don't believe it. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;我会学着放弃你，是因为我太爱你。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6392491928301623874?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6392491928301623874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6392491928301623874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-faithful-readers-if-i-have-any-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3280960939277886857</id><published>2007-06-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:11:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? Training wasn't that bad, I mean&lt;br /&gt;it was dead tiring but it wasn't as bad as I thought it&lt;br /&gt;would be. But for a moment I nearly cried while doing the&lt;br /&gt;drills. I felt that I couldn't be as good as the others.&lt;br /&gt;One word, STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;Then when it comes to playing against Meridien JC, I&lt;br /&gt;felt so much better. I was told by the seniors to play rough.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so rough I go! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Training on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday having friendly with Team Singapore or some&lt;br /&gt;Singapore club. Along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's very long about training huh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with Emily at causeway point. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;EAT.. KFC SOMEMORE. Okay, tomorrow cannot eat.&lt;br /&gt;I've already eat tomorrow's share. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a glutton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet damn itchy. Must be the shoes. No wait, must be&lt;br /&gt;some insect. Maybe my leg is smelly. No lei, quite nice smelling.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHEHEHAHAI.&lt;br /&gt;Gaya was saying I'm the epitome of Emo. I was like yah, true.&lt;br /&gt;Know why? Look at the crazy laughter. Check the last three words.&lt;br /&gt;HAI = &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt; = Sad = Emo&lt;br /&gt;SEE SEE! Tskt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad came over, she is here already. She's disturbing Sab.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Sab is THE pig and Nad is disturbing her.&lt;br /&gt;Giving excuses that she need to wake up at nine.&lt;br /&gt;I SLEEP AT 4AM AND WAKE UP AT NINE OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm damn lazy to blog but for J, I will.&lt;br /&gt;For her to read since she comes my blog everyday as&lt;br /&gt;claimed by her. Hahaha. She doesn't tag and she sucks&lt;br /&gt;cause of that! J! You suck! You suck cock lick pussy!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHEHEHAHAI. Okay, I still love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are getting tired from all that typing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go off now and talk to Nad. Happy reading&lt;br /&gt;this damn boring post. J, now you can read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my resolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3280960939277886857?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3280960939277886857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3280960939277886857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-what-training-wasnt-that-bad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1798998350578967143</id><published>2007-06-15T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:58:26.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training in about two hours time.&lt;br /&gt;I can and can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will turn out much better&lt;br /&gt;than I thought. Will blog again once I am back&lt;br /&gt;from training. That is if I have the energy to.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Yeap! See all of you soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1798998350578967143?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1798998350578967143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1798998350578967143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/training-in-about-two-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1961152566240902848</id><published>2007-06-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:08:41.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peektures!&lt;br /&gt;(Just for the sake of it, &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me present to you,&lt;br /&gt;the most.......... Nevermind&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNjamAnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uX6nKp14l0w/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944040984609394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNjamAnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uX6nKp14l0w/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking at?! I'm an ah beng,&lt;br /&gt;spam my blog and you die.. dieeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, for the sake of posting pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgojamArI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qOAaIlfm6RE/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944504841077426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgojamArI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qOAaIlfm6RE/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH SAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgpzamAsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JkPr_4WWeVg/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944526315913922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgpzamAsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JkPr_4WWeVg/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgqjamAtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vxrUT9StLYs/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944539200815826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgqjamAtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vxrUT9StLYs/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyTamAjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c3Bo2lP9fys/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943572833174066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyTamAjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c3Bo2lP9fys/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyjamAkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8YuBKEdlF9M/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943577128141378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyjamAkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8YuBKEdlF9M/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyjamAlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sCSPX2hmq7I/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943577128141394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyjamAlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sCSPX2hmq7I/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgODamAqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aGScKGaYE80/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944049574544034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgODamAqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aGScKGaYE80/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNzamApI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jecaKoMNo58/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944045279576722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNzamApI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jecaKoMNo58/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her expression when she asked me whether I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoked in the room yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNzamAoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vTDfyCdGrKI/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075944045279576706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNzamAoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vTDfyCdGrKI/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyzamAmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Wc49UVaKv7M/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075943581423108706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFfyzamAmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Wc49UVaKv7M/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's a picture post. I know it sucks la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't want you readers to get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is if I have readers anyways. Today simply sucked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out how tough was training and I can die of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart attack seriously! Combine trainings with the seniors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scares me. What if they are damn proud? What if they talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;behind your back? HOWWWWWWWW!!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a game tomorrow and I don't know how to handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stick. I didn't go for training for so long already! (two weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if my playing skills sucked even more!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO FUCKING NERVOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood is screwed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside out, outside in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm desperate to know you so much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1961152566240902848?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1961152566240902848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1961152566240902848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/peektures-just-for-sake-of-it-sigh-let.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RnFgNjamAnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uX6nKp14l0w/s72-c/DSC00650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-9207864982548686465</id><published>2007-06-14T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:20:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am obssessed with myself. In a day,&lt;br /&gt;I can read my entries over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my top website is my blog. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after publishing this post I'm gonna read what I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with En cancelled :(&lt;br /&gt;D, I hope you can trust En. Even if you don't,&lt;br /&gt;at least &lt;strong&gt;trust me&lt;/strong&gt;. Cause she's my &lt;strong&gt;good friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more. &lt;strong&gt;We're clean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early in the day so I think I might blog again.&lt;br /&gt;That is if I have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I can literally feel myself rotting away and getting so&lt;br /&gt;bored until I have to resort to sleeping or counting my&lt;br /&gt;hours away to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, there's training tomorrow and I haven't been going.&lt;br /&gt;I bet my stamina dropped. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sucha bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad's staying over tomorrow, I haven't seen her for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we can catch up tomorrow. Let's hope she won't&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep on me like what sab did yesterday! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;She falls asleep in a minute man...... Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so wordy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise I didn't talk about babe?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well I just did but........ Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop calling her babe, she said that&lt;br /&gt;one more time I call her babe she's not gonna reply me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no babe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, yeah! I shall call her silly cause she really is.&lt;br /&gt;(See, can't control myself. Once I start, I never stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something unexplainable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-9207864982548686465?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9207864982548686465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9207864982548686465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-i-am-obssessed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-7906167608912984548</id><published>2007-06-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:30:46.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long time, this is the second time i blog&lt;br /&gt;again in a day. I think history will repeat itself again.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Like I blog a lot this few days then I'll stop&lt;br /&gt;completely again. As usual huh. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks of bumming around at home and out,&lt;br /&gt;it's time to go back to school. Time to face backstabbing,&lt;br /&gt;quarrels amongst each other, politics and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;waking up&lt;/em&gt; part. The most difficult part of the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;Know why? Because I sleep at five almost everyday and&lt;br /&gt;wake up at nine to find myself staring blankly, realising I can't&lt;br /&gt;sleep back anymore. I'm tired and I can't sleep. I think I can&lt;br /&gt;go to the zoo and blend in with the pandas.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the weight of my eyebags adding on to my initial weight......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going out tomorrow with En again.&lt;br /&gt;Because Gaya decided to be a good girl and study. (She should)&lt;br /&gt;En told me to call/text her if I'm not going out with my Gaya.&lt;br /&gt;This time we must take pictures, then I can make my post&lt;br /&gt;a pictorial post instead of this. Isn't it wordy? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe is doing her work/studying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my black spiderman light chain near my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the light lit up. I know it's kinda stupid,&lt;br /&gt;because I can just make it on a sound mode or vib mode.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm anticipating for her message and getting myself all excited.&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, she's asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;Well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I ate a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;- Cup noodles for lunch ( I didnt finished it)&lt;br /&gt;- Some bento rice thingy for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I can't eat after 6pm, (Yeah, I had dinner at 5pm)&lt;br /&gt;but guess what........ I drank milk tea for supper!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the guilty pang now. I've been eating one meal per day&lt;br /&gt;for two weeks and I totally just broke the cycle!&lt;br /&gt;I think it helps, like the cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would just finished the whole thing. But today,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the appetite. Not only today but for the past&lt;br /&gt;two weeks. I get hungry easily but not anymore. I don't have&lt;br /&gt;the appetite for food anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Like, one meal a day is enough but today....... UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're worth every single second of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-7906167608912984548?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7906167608912984548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/7906167608912984548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-long-time-this-is-second-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4539244497935836394</id><published>2007-06-13T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:00:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to blogging! Everyone! I'm backkkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't understand why babe must sleep so much.&lt;br /&gt;She has been sleeping since this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she knows that I'm a bit deprived of talkin to her?&lt;br /&gt;All she does is to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's a possibility that she's lazy to call me, not&lt;br /&gt;forgetting she might be eating.......&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing whatever and call me now or at least text me and&lt;br /&gt;tell me you're awake but you're still tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for very long and I'm getting impatient!&lt;br /&gt;I called twice already and babe still hasn't pick up!&lt;br /&gt;Babe doesn't like me to call her babe because she said&lt;br /&gt;it's just not her. But I don't care! Babe, babe, babe.... BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! You know what!? Babe just called me!&lt;br /&gt;She sounds damn tired and... SEXY. You know the&lt;br /&gt;morning kinda voice. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna talk to babe now while you people&lt;br /&gt;get goosebumps reading this entry. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4539244497935836394?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4539244497935836394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4539244497935836394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-to-blogging-everyone-im-backkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-9001319170211567135</id><published>2007-06-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:43:16.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone will know I've updated. HA.&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I would have been hogging the phone&lt;br /&gt;for hours talking to her but she's asleep now :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I changed my font color! Because I didn't want&lt;br /&gt;it to look so emosified. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, but we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like I said I didn't wanna town and I didn't&lt;br /&gt;until two days back when I met up with En.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not deaf! You speak too softly that I can hardly&lt;br /&gt;make out what you were trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to take a picture with you! :(&lt;br /&gt;En, the next time we meet again we must take a picture okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought of her and started feeling depressed.&lt;br /&gt;(Uh, see see! I start again!)&lt;br /&gt;I thought of how she didn't liked me as a friend and&lt;br /&gt;whether I was even her friend to start off with.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling really sucks. I doubt she'll know its her&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about. She ain't close to me but... ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;( I think emo is me, how!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could know what you are thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night's magic just vanished, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I just want something familiar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The difference kills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm really lazy to reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Don't give up on tagging me, I will reply newer ones :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-9001319170211567135?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9001319170211567135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/9001319170211567135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-bored-so-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8951440675150979597</id><published>2007-06-03T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:04:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to delete the last post cause&lt;br /&gt;I realised I didn't mean it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you haven't seen it. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue, so I'm gonna &lt;br /&gt;cultivate that damned virtue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm not given a chance anymore am I?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really can't be bothered? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I bother.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la, not like you'll - me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the word to suit that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm at fault. &lt;br /&gt;Ame, you're right. I caused the hurt in her and me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ought to shoot myself for taking advantage&lt;br /&gt;of my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8951440675150979597?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8951440675150979597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8951440675150979597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-decided-to-delete-last-post-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2029573562837396635</id><published>2007-06-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:05:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anyone hasn't hate me enough,&lt;br /&gt;please go to www.nicolechristineau.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;to hate me more. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not blaming her. I want you guys to know&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a person I am. I'm not shaming her,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaming myself. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of people treating me differently &lt;br /&gt;because of what happened is just simply,&lt;br /&gt;let's put it this way, unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;Cause people judge me, they judge me like they're&lt;br /&gt;some judges for Sinagapore idol. HAHAHH! Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, because I'm Karmun, everything i do wrong,&lt;br /&gt;be it something minor is wrong and hatable. &lt;br /&gt;When I do something right/nice/whatever, nobody notice it&lt;br /&gt;and that's because people have the mindset that&lt;br /&gt;I'm already some bad person. Some emo shit that&lt;br /&gt;blogs nothing but emo stuff. HAHAHA. I'm a emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblahblahyadayadayadayada. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- said, it takes many years to build a friendship&lt;br /&gt;but it takes only a day to crush it.&lt;br /&gt;How true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left me memories to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. That was the best present ever.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it back from me, &lt;br /&gt;cause that is what I need most from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2029573562837396635?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2029573562837396635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2029573562837396635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-anyone-hasnt-hate-me-enough-please.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2118617546234658219</id><published>2007-06-01T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T04:09:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe when the time comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for good. &lt;br /&gt;They say true love dies,&lt;br /&gt;best friends last.&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;Both died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause for me, for being suck a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I don't realise the consequences that I had caused.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, things have gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;So it's time for me to be alone,&lt;br /&gt;it's time for you to find some soul.&lt;br /&gt;I can only watch from where I am.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, true love from me to you....&lt;br /&gt;Never dies. If it makes you happier or makes&lt;br /&gt;you hate me more by not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;I rather you. Cos you're too good for me,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hurt you anymore. You had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I was just being a selfish fuck. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Nicole, this isn't what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's the victim,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the murderer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please hate me more than you do now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2118617546234658219?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2118617546234658219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2118617546234658219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-victim-im-murderer.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5670349407546186895</id><published>2007-05-31T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:10:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will you take me home,&lt;br /&gt;Will you take me home.&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wait,&lt;br /&gt;for you to bring me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait even if it takes years,&lt;br /&gt;for you to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;My confidant, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5670349407546186895?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5670349407546186895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5670349407546186895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-finally-she-let-me-know-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2084623688061256275</id><published>2007-05-30T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:11:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSqJqOoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xYrTYzFhGiI/s1600-h/Picture0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236563832191618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSqJqOoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xYrTYzFhGiI/s320/Picture0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaty thought we will only take one nice picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's all but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSqJqOnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SoSAUvuOxYs/s1600-h/Picture0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236563832191602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSqJqOnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SoSAUvuOxYs/s320/Picture0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSKJqOmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RZ9TUT2WSAs/s1600-h/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236555242256994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSKJqOmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RZ9TUT2WSAs/s320/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDKJqOjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KtSN9FKYBJk/s1600-h/Picture0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236297544219186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDKJqOjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KtSN9FKYBJk/s320/Picture0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDaJqOkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/F5X4ITZok60/s1600-h/Picture0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236301839186498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDaJqOkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/F5X4ITZok60/s320/Picture0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDqJqOlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MT5wqxObles/s1600-h/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070236306134153810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZDqJqOlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MT5wqxObles/s320/Picture0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwKJqOgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jkcC5PIFRuk/s1600-h/Picture0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235971126704642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwKJqOgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jkcC5PIFRuk/s320/Picture0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine started doing her touching tits thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwaJqOhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/knCxz3BC-Yo/s1600-h/Picture0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235975421671954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwaJqOhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/knCxz3BC-Yo/s320/Picture0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwqJqOiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tMM0ZYUphVo/s1600-h/Picture0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235979716639266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YwqJqOiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tMM0ZYUphVo/s320/Picture0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, check out Zaty's face. PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaty's laughing fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YO6JqOdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bQbM40RQXgY/s1600-h/Picture0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070235399896054226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YO6JqOdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bQbM40RQXgY/s320/Picture0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0YPKJqOeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ew5-LJKTF-w/s1600-h/Picture0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZuKJqOpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WjBqrf6YVaM/s1600-h/Picture0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070237036278594194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZuKJqOpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WjBqrf6YVaM/s320/Picture0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0aAqJqOqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pXH3ttGj8aQ/s1600-h/Picture0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070237354106174114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0aAqJqOqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pXH3ttGj8aQ/s320/Picture0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0bHKJqOrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iBQppRjyb7M/s1600-h/Picture0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070238565286951602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0bHKJqOrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iBQppRjyb7M/s320/Picture0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my fucking test, fucking test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother is sick :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right, year 2007 is suckshit for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when things drag for too long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it won't have the same importance anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm not of your importance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the hardest to get your forgiveness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's even harder to get you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why people call us best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you're adamant in not talking to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you be that way since you're happier that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way. Take care, I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew that if you were here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything will be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye is not what i wanted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the hardest from me to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2084623688061256275?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2084623688061256275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2084623688061256275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/zaty-thought-we-will-only-take-one-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rl0ZSqJqOoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xYrTYzFhGiI/s72-c/Picture0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-1493721954498625295</id><published>2007-05-29T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:27:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu4vaJqOcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3vejeNDgsLA/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069848930148825538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu4vaJqOcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3vejeNDgsLA/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone resist Elle? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3lqJqOaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/czsBz2Byb9M/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847663133473186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3lqJqOaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/czsBz2Byb9M/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3l6JqObI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XHzkI6_1uAo/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847667428440498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3l6JqObI/AAAAAAAAAUY/XHzkI6_1uAo/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3Q6JqOXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VYovH13dr-g/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847306651187570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3Q6JqOXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VYovH13dr-g/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O cherisa finally took a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3RKJqOYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vDhVDVQs7AI/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847310946154882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3RKJqOYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vDhVDVQs7AI/s320/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3RaJqOZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Gj39yXpAl7Y/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847315241122194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu3RaJqOZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Gj39yXpAl7Y/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2fqJqOTI/AAAAAAAAATY/m8tE8o7JOtM/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846460542630194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2fqJqOTI/AAAAAAAAATY/m8tE8o7JOtM/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Elle, to rush this post for you I&lt;br /&gt;can't cover "IT" up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gKJqOUI/AAAAAAAAATg/hO7UfJsqAd4/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846469132564802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gKJqOUI/AAAAAAAAATg/hO7UfJsqAd4/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gKJqOVI/AAAAAAAAATo/dGU7Pxn3uWg/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846469132564818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gKJqOVI/AAAAAAAAATo/dGU7Pxn3uWg/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gaJqOWI/AAAAAAAAATw/h9HEcJB2aCg/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846473427532130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2gaJqOWI/AAAAAAAAATw/h9HEcJB2aCg/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and.... err, Elle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone. Check Elle out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2GqJqOQI/AAAAAAAAATA/bG5n1zPEpMk/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846031045900546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2GqJqOQI/AAAAAAAAATA/bG5n1zPEpMk/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2HKJqORI/AAAAAAAAATI/MdRJ_6J1cm8/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846039635835154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2HKJqORI/AAAAAAAAATI/MdRJ_6J1cm8/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2HaJqOSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9psV04EUCyA/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846043930802466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu2HaJqOSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9psV04EUCyA/s320/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm not that much of a whore,&lt;br /&gt;Elle is. Camwhore whore. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-1493721954498625295?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1493721954498625295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/1493721954498625295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rlu4vaJqOcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3vejeNDgsLA/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6413013726427418984</id><published>2007-05-27T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:11:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have let you down so many times.&lt;br /&gt;So just ignore me for good cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not worth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be the best friend you're looking for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered anymore cause I was the one who&lt;br /&gt;let you down. Although it's affecting me a lot I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Till the extend that I'm numbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How depressed I was that you're not talking to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has turned into a used to it feeling. It's that bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not like you are talking to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you things would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hate how much&lt;/s&gt; I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6413013726427418984?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6413013726427418984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6413013726427418984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-i-have-let-you-down-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-5223990354463014016</id><published>2007-05-27T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T12:43:44.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I went centre point to see YL.&lt;br /&gt;I was like searching for her in the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;and finally I saw her! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;She saw me and smiled! :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, my heart was in a whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;my face was lited up. I was no longer tired,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to see her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have to leave soon so I took a quick&lt;br /&gt;glance before leaving. Now, I can't wait for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I CAN SEE HER AGAIN! :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that we hang around in town.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna go town cause I was feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. That was according to Gaya.&lt;br /&gt;We were slacking at burger king's and Gaya told us&lt;br /&gt;about her math teacher!&lt;br /&gt;I tell you Gaya can be the next him! He's so funny&lt;br /&gt;especially his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Then Elle came to meet us with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to karen's and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Left at about 12 plus and I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painted on, life is behind the mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-inflicted circus clown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of the song and dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living a charade, always on parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a mess i've made of my existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you love me even now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still i see somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-5223990354463014016?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5223990354463014016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/5223990354463014016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-i-went-centre-point-to-see-yl.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3325589622492750009</id><published>2007-05-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:11:21.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after training, me and Germaine&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in school to do our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Zaty and Farhana came to join us and we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are seriously damn funny. Especially Germaine&lt;br /&gt;and Zaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all of us know that Zaty have such melodious&lt;br /&gt;voice so we asked her to sing. It was really nice until me&lt;br /&gt;and Germaine decided that we could do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. As expected, we were off key.&lt;br /&gt;So while walking to the station we were singing and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zaty, sing something.&lt;br /&gt;Zaty: What you want me to sing?&lt;br /&gt;Me and Germaine: Anything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zaty sang something which have the word crazy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine: Oh! You know the song, You drive me crazzzy!?&lt;br /&gt;- she began singing&lt;br /&gt;Germaine: You drive me crazy and I'm in too deep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HEART IS THUMPING AND I JUST CAN'T SEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaty, Farhana and me laughed like mad ok!&lt;br /&gt;What is my heart is thumping and I just can't see!?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So we began to sing Britney's songs and we were still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I think Germaine is a bit crazy already because of VVVVVV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, training was fantastic cause I saw -&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her name :(&lt;br /&gt;How sad. Anyways, yesterday was really my day.&lt;br /&gt;Except that YL didn't come to school.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm a happy K :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyecandies are for my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you are for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J, I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3325589622492750009?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3325589622492750009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/3325589622492750009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-after-training-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6768617214437950548</id><published>2007-05-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:11:37.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I think we are not best friends anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, so you've been talking to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SEE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you clearly forgot that you're &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not talking to me when I'm trying so hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess you won't be back too or when you're&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back, things will be different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can bet you, things will be different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't bother, go and be in their circle of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't need me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;She didn't come school today!&lt;br /&gt;Her hostel is in school!&lt;br /&gt;Why she so lazy!? :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go over her place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I still love you J.&lt;br /&gt;A lot in fact.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so jealous that you're shopping now.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shop too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten out of hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop it now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more each day,&lt;br /&gt;And each day is a torture without you.&lt;br /&gt;We can create mircales,&lt;br /&gt;If you were to put your hand on mine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go any measures to make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm yours and You're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put that smile up,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6768617214437950548?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6768617214437950548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6768617214437950548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-we-are-not-best-friends-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2466787847090431813</id><published>2007-05-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:48:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there when you're happy,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you play your dirty sport.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on without you in my world.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to spend the night with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret that I'll leave,&lt;br /&gt;cause you know I'll never.&lt;br /&gt;Barely three weeks made me&lt;br /&gt;over infactuated with you.&lt;br /&gt;This must be love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your life to be my life,&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be you r life.&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like none other.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;This really must be love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I take your hand and lead the way,&lt;br /&gt;the way where nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;Where we will be euphoric at the&lt;br /&gt;presence of each other.&lt;br /&gt;This is really love.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I didn't know Amelia&lt;br /&gt;knew about it long ago :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2466787847090431813?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2466787847090431813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2466787847090431813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/dear-my-somebody-i-want-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8523966049612027433</id><published>2007-05-21T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:41:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even Peter Parker forgave Flint Marko,&lt;br /&gt;when Marko asked for his forgivness.&lt;br /&gt;Harry osborne forgive Peter Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why am I saying this&lt;br /&gt;then let me tell you. This show do have a message&lt;br /&gt;for its audience, which is to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't make it up myself. The director said&lt;br /&gt;in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;Then only you will find life have a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Because only then you will stop thinking of the&lt;br /&gt;past. This is not directed to anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;It just struck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8523966049612027433?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8523966049612027433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8523966049612027433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/even-peter-parker-forgave-flint-marko.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6704527804505235984</id><published>2007-05-21T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:49:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I make many mistakes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes are minute and some are&lt;br /&gt;major. People throughout make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and they are forgiven because those whom they&lt;br /&gt;hurt and cheated forgive them because they believe&lt;br /&gt;that they will change. I know I've hurt&lt;br /&gt;too many people to count with my ten fingers but&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that they will forgive me. I want your&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness, I don't want anybody to look at me in&lt;br /&gt;a different way. Do you like people looking at you&lt;br /&gt;in way as though you've committed a serious crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm able to blog this out, I'm sure ya'll can be&lt;br /&gt;assured that all the mistakes I've done will not be&lt;br /&gt;repeated again. You see, I wanna be responsible for&lt;br /&gt;what I'm doing. I don't want people to call me childish&lt;br /&gt;and whatnot because I'm not. I really want to have a&lt;br /&gt;real good image in everyone's mind. I'm not bad, I'm&lt;br /&gt;not mean, I'm just someone who needs attention.&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Think about it. Would I have lie about those&lt;br /&gt;if I didn't need attention? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I indicated that I lied.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean now? I put those shameful things I did&lt;br /&gt;up here. &lt;em&gt;IT'S NOT TO GAIN SYMPATHY, IT'S NOT&lt;br /&gt;TO MAKE ME SEEM AS THOUGH I'M DAMN POOR&lt;br /&gt;THING.&lt;/em&gt; It's to show everyone, including my friends&lt;br /&gt;what kind of person I am. Because I'm ashamed of it,&lt;br /&gt;I want to change that. If you still think that I don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;your forgiveness then let me tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those people whom I've hurt and cheated or cheated didn't&lt;br /&gt;matter to me, be it an ex girlfriend or a friend that I've lost,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be affected. I wouldn't be blogging this whole&lt;br /&gt;damn thing out. I wouldn't wanna assure people, I would have&lt;br /&gt;just not care and carry on with my life. But I'm doing this to&lt;br /&gt;show those that I'm sincere this time in saying my sorry.&lt;br /&gt;If you're that kinda person who don't mind losing me as&lt;br /&gt;a friend or don't bother whether I'm your friend or not&lt;br /&gt;then you would have bother coming here at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone who treasure my friends most.&lt;br /&gt;That was why I realised I was so irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;for breaking up the friendship I had with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thought for them and I even thought what I&lt;br /&gt;did was right.&lt;br /&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're someone I don't talk to most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;you got to know that I really treasure every single one&lt;br /&gt;of you as a friend. Just that I don't show it. So, here&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best to tell/assure you that all those&lt;br /&gt;shits won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it pains you to forgive me, if you don't really care&lt;br /&gt;whether I'm really your friend, I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so un-tolerable. (if there's such&lt;br /&gt;a word) Don't think I don't treat you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't forgive me. Because there are some&lt;br /&gt;people whom I've hurt/cheated that I really want to&lt;br /&gt;talk to. I see them online everyday but I can't talk to&lt;br /&gt;them and tell them, " hey friend, I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. There are two or three people in&lt;br /&gt;my contact list that I really want to tell this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe I will mend my ways?&lt;br /&gt;K says she's sorry. She knows she's in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive me? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6704527804505235984?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6704527804505235984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6704527804505235984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-make-many-mistakes-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6798165743063058660</id><published>2007-05-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:13:47.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, go read G's blog.&lt;br /&gt;She's the sweetest girlfriend one can have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6798165743063058660?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6798165743063058660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6798165743063058660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/people-go-read-gs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-3043181719016031169</id><published>2007-05-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:28:30.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liars are not hot.&lt;br /&gt;And nicole, I want you back,&lt;br /&gt;I want Shuwen, Gaya, Ame and Zan.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, I was sucha fool and thank god&lt;br /&gt;that i saw something that make me realise I&lt;br /&gt;was so being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;But if you guys don't want me back, I get.&lt;br /&gt;I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-3043181719016031169?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4KJqN4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/A3qpvw7gnzo/s1600-h/DSCF6633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322946682402690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4KJqN4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/A3qpvw7gnzo/s320/DSCF6633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4aJqN5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6XQsbnq3Ta4/s1600-h/DSCF6655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322950977370002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4aJqN5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6XQsbnq3Ta4/s320/DSCF6655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4qJqN6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QJkNqDVxhSw/s1600-h/DSCF6665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322955272337314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4qJqN6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QJkNqDVxhSw/s320/DSCF6665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4qJqN7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/nSe8s03K760/s1600-h/DSCF6901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322955272337330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x4qJqN7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/nSe8s03K760/s320/DSCF6901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x46JqN8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/MC5zcLpLgZM/s1600-h/DSCF6903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066322959567304642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8x46JqN8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/MC5zcLpLgZM/s320/DSCF6903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. So much so that i still miss them even&lt;br /&gt;when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame, do you rmb how I will always ask you if you're&lt;br /&gt;okay everytime you look moody?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that I always take your camera&lt;br /&gt;and take self-potraits and you'll just give up snatching&lt;br /&gt;the camera away? Cos I'm way too big for you?&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be in the whatever mode and praying hard&lt;br /&gt;that your camera battery will go flat soon so that you&lt;br /&gt;can save it from me? Remember how I always smack&lt;br /&gt;your ass then hurrily run away? Remember I said that&lt;br /&gt;your handwriting is nice but small? Remember when&lt;br /&gt;zan sleep then we will hit the table to scare her?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we always need to do our english&lt;br /&gt;journal and you'll always only write three lines or less?&lt;br /&gt;Remember you always slap my head and your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya, do you remember that we used to have late&lt;br /&gt;night talks till two three am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Just fantasizing things that will never come true.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I used to tell you to pin her down&lt;br /&gt;and drug her coke so that you can have her?&lt;br /&gt;And we will laugh it off cos all these will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I irritated you continuously until you&lt;br /&gt;wanted to try to irritate me but failed? Remember how&lt;br /&gt;we talk like nobody business during english?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you made me buy milo because&lt;br /&gt;you were hungry? Remember we tied our hair together&lt;br /&gt;and act all girly in school? Remember how we fail math?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we get the same marks for math and&lt;br /&gt;got the highest? Remember how mdm Y scold you and&lt;br /&gt;say you're attracting attention? Remember how I always&lt;br /&gt;get you into trouble with mdm Y? Remember we finally&lt;br /&gt;thought math was fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, do you still have the tissue paper? The first one&lt;br /&gt;we wrote at macs and was regarded top secret and confidential?&lt;br /&gt;Because what we wrote inside was so shocking that only we&lt;br /&gt;knew? Remember you told me not to talk about her&lt;br /&gt;anymore because you scared you fell for her and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;until I almost died cos you said that? Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;every sunday was our lao couple day until my mum&lt;br /&gt;suggested that it's family day? Do you remember that&lt;br /&gt;you once told me a top secret and I can't tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;or else I that's it? Do you remember how we will&lt;br /&gt;laugh like shit when we talk about her? How we&lt;br /&gt;will push her to each other and say, " your girlfriend"?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I tease you and will always tell you&lt;br /&gt;I tell her? Remember Macdonalds? Remember&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks? Remember sorry? Remember how I told&lt;br /&gt;you I love you? Remember that you said it was gross&lt;br /&gt;to hug me? Remember you're fatter than me?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I say, "so fat!" and then run away&lt;br /&gt;after saying that? Remember how we will quarrel&lt;br /&gt;over who's fatter and it's obvious its you?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we walk around town so that we&lt;br /&gt;can see whoever? Remember whatever I remember?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuwen, do you remember how I was sucha&lt;br /&gt;act cute last time? But you'll still love it?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we tease *ahem?&lt;br /&gt;Remember I always go your house? Remember we&lt;br /&gt;always go school together? Remember we have to&lt;br /&gt;cheong for art together? Remember how we will just&lt;br /&gt;look at each other and just laugh? Remember we sat&lt;br /&gt;beside each other in class for two years? Remember how&lt;br /&gt;we fucking fought? Remember you always wear coloured&lt;br /&gt;bra and I try ways and means for you to get found out?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you always msg in class and then I will&lt;br /&gt;purposely wanna bao tou you? Remember how I will snatch&lt;br /&gt;your food and eat it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaneta, remember you are not ah lian. Remember how&lt;br /&gt;you make me have the -_- face? Remember how I scolded&lt;br /&gt;you? Remember how we talk in our own unique language?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how your uh na-s make me and nicole feel like&lt;br /&gt;strangling you? Remember how you always irritate?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were down and I was talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you to be happy? Remember how&lt;br /&gt;you said you will always be there for me no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we act lian and beng together but always&lt;br /&gt;deny the fact? Remember how we always say nicole is the&lt;br /&gt;beng? Remember you bought me sardin bread when you&lt;br /&gt;were sec two? Remember you yourself told me that&lt;br /&gt;you were a corrupted prefect? Remember me telling you&lt;br /&gt;that your face itself is already funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I miss all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dumb to have made such a decision.&lt;br /&gt;What I have now are photos of ya'll not forgetting&lt;br /&gt;the memories. These, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't have you guys anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This is hurting. I'm sorry to make all of you&lt;br /&gt;angry. I cried and cried and cried hoping that&lt;br /&gt;the next day will be a better day. But i wake&lt;br /&gt;up to feel even more loneliness cos I'm without&lt;br /&gt;anyone. I love you Amelia, I love you Gayathri,&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nicole, I love you Shuwen and I love&lt;br /&gt;you Zaneta. I love the five of you. A LOT A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, you see. What you told me in a message caused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this? I know, this is all my doing. But if you hadn't told&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me whatever then all these wouldn't have happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happier now to see me like this? I'm not blaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you, I just want you to think before you say anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos some things are sensitive issues. Especially when it's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about my friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, go laugh at me for being the biggest joke you've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever met. You got what you wanted, so be happy that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things are the way it is. There's no need to feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remorseful cos I know you won't. There's no guilt in you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos if you're thoughtful, you wouldn't talk about my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends. Go on, laugh at me. Ask your friends to join in too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if they're not in it. Really got to hand it to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2951850258178349929?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2951850258178349929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2951850258178349929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-them.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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/_2QeOBFReJ7E/Rk8zR6JqOLI/AAAAAAAAASY/emm3UFetev8/s72-c/Picture%2B0802%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6551951793765634582</id><published>2007-05-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:49:49.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gaya said was true, this is karma.&lt;br /&gt;I took the whole situation into my own, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;think for anyone. I shouldn't blame anybody for&lt;br /&gt;this, I should blame myself. It was all my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't know how many sorry-s I say can cure&lt;br /&gt;but I know it wouldn't at all. But I still will love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;unconditonally. I really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'll say, will you be mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6551951793765634582?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6551951793765634582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6551951793765634582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-im-tearing.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2579672766330706456</id><published>2007-05-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:15:42.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Although the conversation was short,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two minutes and fifty two seconds to be exact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I finally did hear you after so long, i can't help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just to smile to myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it sounded like you wanted to end the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conversation as fast as you could but that didn't matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it beats not hearing you at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is beating so fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must be her doing again :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learnt the art of smiling to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2579672766330706456?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2579672766330706456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2579672766330706456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/although-conversation-was-short-two.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-2344261167579010924</id><published>2007-05-18T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:40:23.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I was too sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm deemed as insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did wasn't on purpose,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change for the better but now,&lt;br /&gt;By doing this I'm actually faced with people telling me&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong? Just to let everyone know, by leaving my&lt;br /&gt;Good friends hurt me more because I'm the one intiating&lt;br /&gt;It. Have you ever thought about it? That you all will be&lt;br /&gt;hurt because of me. But have you thought the same for me?&lt;br /&gt;That being the one that intiates it will be the one that will be&lt;br /&gt;Hurt most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I don't think anyone will understand the situation I&lt;br /&gt;Am in. Because no one get what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm in the wrong for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, doubt ya'll will accept this. I understand,&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who put ya'll into this shit too. I guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope this will bring me back to you,&lt;br /&gt;Our sunday mornings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-2344261167579010924?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2344261167579010924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/2344261167579010924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-thought-i-was-too-sensitive-but-now.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-8249895374771637473</id><published>2007-05-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:05:03.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm updating again :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;Karmun Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;got you already la&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ask you something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Prid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;Why did you type so weirdly just now,&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;like in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;that was just sick&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna irritate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;For a moment,&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were possessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;CHOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;or like some weird friend of yours&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;invaded your notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;cant u see its purposely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;keep up the good work for that natural skill&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;I think you're born with it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K says:&lt;br /&gt;born!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;so I'll just learn to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Pride, will hurt you says:&lt;br /&gt;it's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac is dumb. Tsk. She thinks that me speaking in&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng language was NATURAL!? But that really&lt;br /&gt;cracked me up a bit. Thanks for making me smile Jac :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired in school. I literally slept at the last meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Then i woke up to do my @#$%^&amp;amp;* journal.&lt;br /&gt;Off to meet Dee with Germaine. I tell you, this two really&lt;br /&gt;can make me laugh continuously. And it's gonna be really&lt;br /&gt;long before I see Dee again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the company Dee and Germaine. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a friday and I can hardly wait. Because it is the&lt;br /&gt;last day of the school week. I really need the sleep, my eyebags&lt;br /&gt;are so deep :(&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna sleep soon. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I can say so much more,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're stopping me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-8249895374771637473?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8249895374771637473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/8249895374771637473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-as-you-can-see-im-updating-again.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4017092455423139584</id><published>2007-05-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:46:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaOqJqN0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fxbmtnreu2w/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171045043550018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaOqJqN0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fxbmtnreu2w/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaO6JqN1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fODH8ljU4WE/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171049338517330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaO6JqN1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fODH8ljU4WE/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaPKJqN2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GUZJJOxX8Ng/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171053633484642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaPKJqN2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GUZJJOxX8Ng/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaPaJqN3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-G9qhuBu7AI/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065171057928451954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaPaJqN3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-G9qhuBu7AI/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i hear some people asking me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie's party was A-W-E-S-O-M-E! It was so funny :)&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch up with them since i missed out so much,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm glad that they're doing fine in school. So after the party,&lt;br /&gt;we went to holland and have some drinks and we talk for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;:) The company was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has been rather hectic for me due to the fact that i&lt;br /&gt;have to rush presentation everyday. Not forgetting, I'm always the one&lt;br /&gt;who does almost all the work. But nonetheless, I love my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Some to be specific. And after school, ill be rushing out my stupid&lt;br /&gt;journal, oh that's my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I want to be the person you all want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Nice, caring, a good listener and whatever that is all cliche.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't be as good as how all of you want me to be,&lt;br /&gt;or rather myself. I really want to be there for you guys even&lt;br /&gt;when you call me at 3 am in the morning. I can't help but&lt;br /&gt;feel that I'm just not good enough, or maybe im not trying&lt;br /&gt;hard enough? I'm sorry that I've inflict so much hurt in all&lt;br /&gt;of you who cared but this was never myself. I want to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear sad songs and not be depressed. I want to be myself&lt;br /&gt;and not what I am now. Cause one thing for sure is that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;able to face reality, I'm not able to face the fact that I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;my shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, this will not be for long. I still love you people&lt;br /&gt;wholeheartedly. When I'm back, I hope I'll still be treated the&lt;br /&gt;same. You know I can't do without any of you and it already&lt;br /&gt;killed me for the fact that i told you guys whatever I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't fucking make use of me,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be fooled twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're bringing me back to where i started,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm telling you that i will let this go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, goodbye i'm going to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i've got a test tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4017092455423139584?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4017092455423139584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4017092455423139584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-i-hear-some-people-asking-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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/_2QeOBFReJ7E/RksaOqJqN0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/fxbmtnreu2w/s72-c/DSC00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-6698322691102487922</id><published>2007-05-06T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:07:31.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-6698322691102487922?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6698322691102487922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/6698322691102487922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513545.post-4231983802093078717</id><published>2007-05-04T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:41:24.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is something that i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;do you miss someone you barely know and not&lt;br /&gt;miss someone you know for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello life, if this is you(life) i am living for,&lt;br /&gt;then i rather my mum not give birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sounds really emo, but im NOT.&lt;br /&gt;on a random note,&lt;br /&gt;if i were to die soon/one day, will you cry&lt;br /&gt;because you miss me or will you cry because&lt;br /&gt;you didnt treasure me enough? OR you wont&lt;br /&gt;cry at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513545-4231983802093078717?l=hailtospyke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4231983802093078717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513545/posts/default/4231983802093078717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hailtospyke.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-is-something-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>my r e a s o n is you</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102753443325225193</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></entry></feed>
