<?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-2359828505241637571</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:54:10.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2775915828373393301</id><published>2011-06-10T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T04:53:26.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody's emotions are running wild. I wish I could say I'm the one as  stable as a rock, supporting them steadily, but this time, the wave of  problems really washes me away like sand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer as strong as I was, or maybe I wasn't even strong from the  start. I wish I could give a genuine smile, but the truth is, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; happy, and I don't think I'm ever gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every friend means something to me, and I'm damn sick of cold  wars. I told Tingwei, that I really felt like ignoring everybody, and  probably just die of loneliness, but I couldn't. I tried once, but I  made my friend sad instead. Tingwei's sad expression, at that time, I  guess I will never ever ever forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what to do? This time round, I'm really tired. Tired of pretending  that I'm happy when I really am not. Tired of pretending not to care,  tired of acting like nothing's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2775915828373393301?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2775915828373393301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/everybodys-emotions-are-running-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2775915828373393301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2775915828373393301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/everybodys-emotions-are-running-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4777880510916314243</id><published>2011-06-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:06:47.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/155756_475034687371_669372371_5705372_2331745_n.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOW YI LIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that Yilian never dresses up when she's with us. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So biased towards Jiaxin. LOL. Jiaxin, YOU SO LUCKY! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I got to see pretty pretty Yilian today cause she hang out with Jiaxin earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should thank Jiaxin right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and pretty pretty Yilian and Shimin went to watch Kungfu panda 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And awesome Shimin forgot to bring Yilian's present, while even more awesome me did not even buy her a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Yilian to wait and I immediately rushed down to the shops to get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bracelet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda simple, not as outstanding as the complicated ones, yet I think it depicted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, she's always the quiet one in the background, kindly supporting each and every single one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHE'S ALSO THE ONE WHO DOESN'T SHARE HER FEELINGS MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pisses me off sometimes when I can sense that something is bothering her and yet she won't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought the bracelet and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be romantic I guessed, since it was a surprise and I was putting the bracelet on for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was too rough. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like: 把你的手拿来！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just grabbed her hand before she could say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it turned out to be an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered we didn't do the birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well. the next time I see her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehheeeeeehhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YILIAN, WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I realised then, that she had no one to celebrate for her. No one was her true friend. No one probably even cared. So I thought in that instant, that I would make her birthday special for her. I would make her the happiest girl in the whole world. After all, don't everybody deserve to be happy?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4777880510916314243?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4777880510916314243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-low-yi-lian-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4777880510916314243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4777880510916314243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-low-yi-lian-just.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-1496359457950688520</id><published>2011-06-03T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:40:28.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to lie anymore. It hurts like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-1496359457950688520?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1496359457950688520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-want-to-lie-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1496359457950688520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1496359457950688520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-want-to-lie-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8293000850556299154</id><published>2011-05-16T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:09:45.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, I'VE KICKED MYSELF OUT OF THE CLIQUE. FROM NOW ON, I'M NOT PART OF THAT CLIQUE ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8293000850556299154?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8293000850556299154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-ive-kicked-myself-out-of-clique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8293000850556299154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8293000850556299154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-ive-kicked-myself-out-of-clique.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4477317236849200138</id><published>2011-05-16T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:26:52.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY VIEW POINT ON THE RECENT CONFLICT. I posted it up here because I think Sheryl you should see what I have to say. Si en too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay, everybody has expressed their views, and as promised, now is my turn to say my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;At  first, there were lots of things that I wanted to say, lots of  resentment inside me. I even thought of the exact words to write on this  blog on the journey to SGH. Then, I entered SGH and saw my grandmother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't  know how to explain that feeling to you, but seeing her struggling with  life so much, I felt ashamed. Here I am, quarreling with my friends over  some petty issue, while there she was, struggling to live cause she  did'nt want her children to worry over her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;She  didn't see our tears, but I know that she must have known that  everybody was crying over her. Watching her children getting more and  more tired out helping her, while she is unable to do anything. That  helplessness, the self-hatred she must have had, I guess I will never  know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But  what I saw in her finally opened my eyes. Her strong will to live for  her loved ones, and her loved ones' determination to not let her see  their tears. I finally realised what it was. I almost cried at that  realization... Love.. It was love.. Unconditional and unending love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Many  times, I have told you guys that I love you, but have I truly meant  what I said? Reflecting upon what I have experienced so far, I am sad to  say that my love for you guys is nothing compared to what my aunts and  uncles, grandfather had shown my grandmother. And my grandmother, ever  the strong one, who survived a week beyond the doctor's expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Life  and death, it's natural, I know, but if given a choice, who would want  to die? Who would want to leave their loved ones behind forever? No one  right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I read this on the Internet: Sometimes, you forgive a person cause you still want them in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes,  it's true. I forgave Sheryl because I still want her in my life. She is  that important to me, as every one of you are to me. All of you guys  mean something to me, be it Sheryl, Michelle, Yilian, Tingwei, Shimin  and Sien. I do love you guys, and I need you guys to know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Life  is unpredictable; you never know what might happen. So I thought to  myself that day when I was about to forgive Sheryl, if I were to die  someday, would I rather Sheryl know that I hated her and cursed her to  the depths of hell or that actually deep down, I love her as much as  Shimin and the rest of the clique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I  chose the latter option. I love Sheryl, so why bother hiding it? Why  bother playing games? Time waits for no man and I don't want to waste  anymore time arguing about this. My opinion of this thing? My stand?  It's all written below: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I  love every single one of you, be it Sheryl, Shimin, Sien or anybody  else in the clique and if one day I were to die, I would like every  single one of you to know that I love you and I never blamed you for  anything. You guys were the best friends I had. I can still remember  those times when I was awkward with Yilian and Tingwei, and how hard we  tried to talk to each other. I cherish those times as much as I cherish  the times when Sheryl and I quarreled. After all, doesn't quarreling  mean care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And  now currently, I guess you can say I'm quarreling with Shimin, but I  really don't want to. I hate quarreling with anybody in the clique cause  I feel as much hurt  aswhen I quarrel with Sheryl. If Tingwei was  Sheryl, a very irritating person, I would have still forgiven her and be  her friend. YOU GUYS ARE EQUALLY IMPORTANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I  don't want to say anymore. After reading this post, whatever you choose  to do, whatever decision you make, I'll choose to respect it. But even  if you hate me, or don't want to be my friend, just know that I'll  always love you, and a place in my heart will always be reserved for  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;P.S. I  never intended to add Sheryl back into the clique. Like what I told  Yilian, Sheryl is my friend, but not the clique's friend, and it is a  fact that she was extremely disrespectful to Shimin's mum so I wouldn't  expect Shimin to forgive her. She was also horrible to Yilian, Michelle  and Tingwei too, so I didn't want to subject you guys to such torture of  pretending to be okay with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wanted to let you guys know that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; you, and you all are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt; to me and I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREASURE&lt;/span&gt; this friendships forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4477317236849200138?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4477317236849200138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-view-point-on-recent-conflict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4477317236849200138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4477317236849200138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-view-point-on-recent-conflict.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-338900194637780166</id><published>2011-05-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:00:11.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/156822_1798215274507_1213517026_32131742_7434363_n.jpg" width="350px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/163193_1574124871660_1191700054_31313474_4654975_n.jpg" width="350px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/75883_1727952157973_1213517026_31993701_7515194_n.jpg" width="350px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/37489_1396921721692_1191700054_30951334_5603761_n.jpg" width="350px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165685_151335794915587_100001175016281_264822_1962200_n.jpg" width="350px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TURN BACK THE FUCKING CLOCK AND BRING ME BACK TO THOSE TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-338900194637780166?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/338900194637780166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-back-fucking-clock-and-bring-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/338900194637780166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/338900194637780166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/turn-back-fucking-clock-and-bring-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-7455156461298155346</id><published>2011-05-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:38:19.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/172/7/2/Broken_Piano_by_WyldAngl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SWS today with Yilian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAY MY TONE QUALITY IMPROVE!! YEAH! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, MRT-ed back with Yilian and Sheryl. Kept giving Sheryl the cold shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, it doesn't mean that you're my friend means that all hurt is forgotten. It isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I alighted at Outram Park and got pushed out of the MRT by Yilian. MEAN! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, ON TO SINGAPORE GENERAL HOSPITAL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my grandmother, she's way worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*emoing starts here. don't like, please skip.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept complaining pain pain pain, and my grandfather was very upset, he kept crying cause there was nothing he could do to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my father pulled my grandfather out of the ward, and I went out with him. I fully felt like shit then, was what you called, EXTREMELY emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad Amelia decided to message her friends to feel better. To her horror, none replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EVEN MORE sad Amelia typed this on her phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, I felt really alone. I thought that my friends will always be there for me no matter what, then why is it that none of them is replying me now? I'm scared. I'm really very scared. This is too sudden. I'm not prepared. How could someone's condition deteriorate so fast? How can it even be possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, I finally realised what's the worst feeling in the world: knowing that the one you love is  suffering and yet being unable to do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now here I am sitting comfortably, while there she is suffering alone with nobody there to help her. Where's the justice? What did she do wrong? It's not fair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life and death is natural. But which human wants to experience death? Which human is strong enough to let go of their dying loved ones? Which human is capable of doing that? I ask you. If there is one, please show me. I really want to see what that person's heart is made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What they say is true, sometimes letting go is harder than holding on. I can't let you go. I really can't. Please. Help me. Teach me how to let go. Teach me how to have a heart of steel. Teach me how to be inhuman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how emo I was. SO THANK YOU MICHELLE, YILIAN, TINGWEI, AND SHERYL for replying me. You may not know it but just your presence there was enough. It made me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask much from my friends. Just be there when I need you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, for giving me such great friends. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you my friends, every single one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-7455156461298155346?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7455156461298155346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-to-sws-today-with-yilian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7455156461298155346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7455156461298155346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/went-to-sws-today-with-yilian.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4766901584081641764</id><published>2011-05-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:25:24.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWsp1mGD_Vc/Tc6rl2UNHgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/H8DFZ6e6qq8/s1600/quotesforgivenessquotesunlightforgetlife-37549381d0679c1b75470463c0218954_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S SO HARD TO SAY GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish that someone will just hug me and tell me that everything's gonna be okay, that this whole thing is just a nightmare, and I'll wake up from my bed the next morning perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But it's not, and it's never gonna be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know my answer now. I want her suffering to end, stop the dialysis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2312820014093006180?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2312820014093006180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye-i-wish-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2312820014093006180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2312820014093006180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye-i-wish-that.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_IKHwYSsriUk/S7edDhe-nMI/AAAAAAAABGg/XkE_ahpRmUw/s72-c/542422_tumblr_l075zn0KKU1qbxd0s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-7339168440205126732</id><published>2011-05-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:01:13.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.droidforums.net/forum/attachments/droid-themes/941d1261457937-looking-wallpaper-papertoy-box-photography-rain-robot-sad-aedd22f0ed310ef5d842e0b42d1b1f0c_h.jpg" width="350px" height="250px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU DISAPPOINT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-7339168440205126732?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7339168440205126732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-disappoint-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7339168440205126732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7339168440205126732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-disappoint-me.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4234587550153235098</id><published>2011-05-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:20:59.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.books.com.tw/exep/assp.php/sueocean/exep/cdfile.php?item=0020147035" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;img style="vertical-align: middle; border: 2px solid black;" src="http://im1.book.com.tw/exep/lib/image.php?image=http://addons.books.com.tw/G/002/5/0020147035.jpg&amp;amp;width=260&amp;amp;height=260&amp;amp;quality=80" alt="" width="260" height="260" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.books.com.tw/exep/assp.php/sueocean/exep/cdfile.php?item=0020147035" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;范瑋琪《暮光》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;作詞:王雅君    作曲:王雅君&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星星帶我許過愿望&lt;br /&gt;那一年的夏 我的夢好長&lt;br /&gt;你帶我飛翔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星星陪我 看懂了 迷惘和希望&lt;br /&gt;那就帶我瘋 那就帶我狂&lt;br /&gt;我追到了天堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燃燒了太陽&lt;br /&gt;推著我浪跡天涯&lt;br /&gt;愛是一道不滅 溫暖的光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燦爛了晚霞&lt;br /&gt;直到夜都被照亮&lt;br /&gt;我用微笑 迎接美麗的光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星星帶我許過愿望&lt;br /&gt;那一年的夏 我的夢好長&lt;br /&gt;你帶我飛翔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星星陪我 看懂了 迷惘和希望&lt;br /&gt;那就帶我瘋 那就帶我狂&lt;br /&gt;我追到了天堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燃燒了太陽&lt;br /&gt;推著我浪跡天涯&lt;br /&gt;愛是一道不滅 溫暖的光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燦爛了晚霞&lt;br /&gt;直到夜都被照亮&lt;br /&gt;我用微笑 迎接美麗的光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燃燒了太陽&lt;br /&gt;推著我浪跡天涯&lt;br /&gt;愛是一道不滅 溫暖的光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暮光燦爛了晚霞&lt;br /&gt;直到夜都被照亮&lt;br /&gt;我用微笑 迎接美麗的光&lt;br /&gt;我找到了 你們肯定的目光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4234587550153235098?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4234587550153235098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4234587550153235098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4234587550153235098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8478642098575832762</id><published>2011-05-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:46:12.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being strong wasn't as easy as I thought it was. In fact, it is so difficult, so damn difficult. I guess I am wrong. Maybe I am not as strong as I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, I guessed I never really explained myself. Presently, my grandmother is dying. It turns out that her leg wound got infected, and the flesh had rot off, leaving the bone exposed. To prevent the infection from spreading, the doctor said that they had to amputate her leg. But the trick was this, even if the operation was successful, there would be very slim chance of survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandmother heard this, she got a shock. She refused vehemently to amputate her leg. On that night, which was Friday, my uncles and aunts had a discussion. Nobody knew what to do. Amputate her leg, even though my grandmother doesn't wish too, and bank on that slim chance of survival, or don't amputate the leg, and let the infection spread, till she dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the doctor did an X-ray. The infection had spread to her lungs and bones. She had a disease which I cannot remember its name. I'm not good with biological terms anyway. Back to the story... They could not do the amputation as the risk would be double. The inevitable conclusion was this, give her antibiotics, and some painkillers, and let her body fight on its own, till she goes to heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor estimated that the most she could live was one week more. In other words, she would die before I even finish my exams. Meanwhile, there is nothing that anyone can do. We can only satisfy whatever needs she wants, and hope that she passes on peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, as what Mr Tan always says, Life goes on. I still have to try and study, still have to try and focus, still have to take my examinations... Man, life just sucks huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stay strong, for her and for me. I'll try my darn-est best, so that she can leave with a smile on her face. So peeps, I guess I'm sorry. I can't study out with you guys anymore. I've gotta camp myself at the Singapore General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother would not want me to worry about her. She would want me to study. This is the least I can do for her. In fact, she wouldn't even want me to be there, but I want to. I need to reassure myself she's still alive, you know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's just an explanation if you see me looking irritated, sad, angry, pissed....&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in a good mood, but I'll try to control my mood-swings. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;RIP my sister's beloved hamster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8478642098575832762?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8478642098575832762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-strong-wasnt-as-easy-as-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8478642098575832762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8478642098575832762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-strong-wasnt-as-easy-as-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8683455704160307925</id><published>2011-04-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:07:01.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SxpvDjDOgsQ" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8683455704160307925?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8683455704160307925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8683455704160307925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8683455704160307925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/SxpvDjDOgsQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8033375813629897608</id><published>2011-04-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:59:08.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/162822_10150359527450322_891630321_16216743_3631154_n.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how difficult it is, I will choose to smile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8033375813629897608?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8033375813629897608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-matter-how-difficult-it-is-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8033375813629897608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8033375813629897608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-matter-how-difficult-it-is-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5562328312616859593</id><published>2011-04-26T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:15:21.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think people avoid you is because of your looks.. but NO. it's because of your shitty attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and you still havent given me an acceptable answer by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;why you can tell joyce cannot tell us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;or did you even bother thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1191700054" class="profileLink"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;i said alr what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;but idk why you dont understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;ME:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;then you can bother explaining till i get it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;im telling you why you dont have friends now is cause you never treasure them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;serves you right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1191700054" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i guess so ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;i'm not staying anyway ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -32px 0px;" alt=":P" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1995928773" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;staying for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1928444139" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and there's nothing funny abt this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="hidden_elem" &gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;i'm not intending to stay in sg ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_2239684635" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1046589999" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;then where can you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_2372265437" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;without an o level cert, where can you go and study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;somewher but sg ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1653096322" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;pssh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1191700054" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;i'm going overseas .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_414882426" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;dont be naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_3895826100" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;you at least need an o level cert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;after secondary school la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1752971860" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;oh puhlease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_834703295" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;if you cannot even make friends in sg,your own homeland..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_4267558753" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;what makes you think you can make friends in other countries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1609253361" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;where some of them might be racists against singaporeans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;idk . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_2089719508" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;if you never improve your attitude... you're just in for another experience of bullying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;things just seem better on th other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1313948242" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and that'll be the case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1191700054" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;like th saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_1848399008" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1191700054" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_undefined" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;th grass is always ongreener on th other side ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=723195072" class="profileLink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages"&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;a rel="dialog"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_503991449" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;dont tell me that i never warn you of your present situation now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_3401243860" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;i told you. you never listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_2605188412" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;and when you go overseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="msg_1191700054_3391191438" class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message"&gt;100% guarantee you'll get bullied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will never learn their lesson. As the saying goes, "A leopard cannot change its spots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sheryl, my dear, you never learned, and you still never refuse to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just watch upon your downfall then. (:&lt;br /&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/2359828505241637571-5562328312616859593?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5562328312616859593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-you-think-people-avoid-you-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5562328312616859593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5562328312616859593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-you-think-people-avoid-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-455950326458571877</id><published>2011-04-22T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:35:56.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If Grandma's condition is stable for the next 24 hours, she'll be able to leave the high dependency ward and transfer back to normal ward. WEE~ (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS GOOD NEWS, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much homework today, and I'm not gonna be doing much tomorrow either. Sighs. So much for studying for Midyears. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent tests results have not been good, I must buck up, and yet, my homework is still not completed. SCREWED as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chemistry worksheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) English letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Buying Nena's present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Amaths and Emaths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I really don't have time. Man. This sucks. I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;If only I was smarter....&lt;/s&gt; I AM SMART! I WILL CHOOSE TO BELIEVE SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp225/BoA_DBSG_SJ_CSJH/Always_Keep_The_Faith___TVXQ_by_Che.png" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those chio and sexy 5 men never fail to brighten up my life.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for the AWESOME-ST miracle ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-455950326458571877?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/455950326458571877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-grandmas-condition-is-stable-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/455950326458571877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/455950326458571877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-grandmas-condition-is-stable-for.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5318701007670637761</id><published>2011-04-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:19:09.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grandmother is in critical condition now. Apparently she coughed up some blood and is now warded into what high dependency ward. Okay. I don't get what shitty hospital term is that but all I know is things are starting to turn serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying, and I'll be believing, and I will not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I can do now is to study hard, and make my family proud. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5318701007670637761?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5318701007670637761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-grandmother-is-in-critical-condition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5318701007670637761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5318701007670637761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-grandmother-is-in-critical-condition.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6047433601367465712</id><published>2011-04-20T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:11:24.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0ktrPPu4v_M" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I WILL GO THE DISTANCE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6047433601367465712?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6047433601367465712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-go-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6047433601367465712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6047433601367465712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-go-distance.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/0ktrPPu4v_M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3362093575930242474</id><published>2011-04-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:33:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should start studying now, I know. But I seriously got no mood. Haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yilian's message for me : Stay strong. Now, I really don't know.  I studied freaking hard for the bloody Chemistry test, and all I got was 16/25. (to people who got lower than me, I'm sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck man! Chemistry is the only science I can score in, and yet? NOT EVEN A FREAKING A! FML! ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been right from the start. I better start doing something about my already fucked up life or I'll suffer in the end. Yup. O levels. Those bloody two ominous words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. Haven't been studying so far. I better work out a study plan soon. I cannot afford to not study, I'll be the last in the class at this rate. I WILL WORK HARD, or at least die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I prefer the dying option. :D LALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! TMR STUDYING WITH YILIAN! JIAYOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll will the first time I'm studying in weeks. I really hope I can get down to work fast. I've already missed a lot due to SYF. I cannot afford to miss anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must do it! JIAYOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faking cheeriness is not that difficult, I suppose. All you have to do is plaster a smile, brace yourself, and breeze through everything like it didn't mean a thing, when it meant the world to you. Yup. Definitely not difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3362093575930242474?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3362093575930242474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-should-start-studying-now-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3362093575930242474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3362093575930242474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-should-start-studying-now-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6794489607400325192</id><published>2011-04-18T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:07:01.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I pull myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just another step till I reach the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wish that I could tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I won't give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Its drowning in a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's just skin and bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's nothing left to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no matter what I do I can't make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To help me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That if you fall, stumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you lose faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell me you won't give up cause I'll be waiting if you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh you know I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If only I could find the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes i wish i could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And there're so many things that I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wont give up till it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Ohohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wish I could save you (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6794489607400325192?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6794489607400325192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-breath-i-pull-myself-together-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6794489607400325192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6794489607400325192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-breath-i-pull-myself-together-just.html' title='Save You'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2891053013834656326</id><published>2011-04-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:25:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worry turned to anger can be pretty scary. I don't know but I'm irritated with everything these days. I know friendships are slipping away from me, and yet, I ignore those and keep holding onto one that will just lead me to my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like these, I really feel damn misunderstood, like nobody really understands me. On the other hand, I haven't really been letting anyone in. Man. I don't feel like thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow these days, the only people I'm really talking to are Si En and Yi Lian. Don't ask me why. I used to tell Shimin everything, but I guessed after the whole Sheryl thing, I just didn't want to say anything. Honestly, I'm afraid that anything can ruin the friendships between us now. It is that fragile. Michelle's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the old times man. I rather be complaining about Chuan Jie and cursing him to the depths of hell. I rather do that. Anybody can swop with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, that I know. But how long will it take before I finally break? That I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my strength when I need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my resolve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2891053013834656326?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2891053013834656326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/worry-turned-to-anger-can-be-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2891053013834656326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2891053013834656326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/worry-turned-to-anger-can-be-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6365778526440656757</id><published>2011-04-17T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T06:20:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Strength</title><content type='html'>Today, went to Si En's house and did project with Nena, Peiyi, Liwen, and Shimin. LOL. Laughed a lot at Nena's ridiculous actions. She can light up a whole room man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bloody SS project, went down and played badminton. For once, I could say that I played pretty seriously. I focused all my concentration on the shuttlecock; it was a battle between me and it. Very soon, I was smacking like nobody's business, channeling all my helplessness and anger towards the shuttlecock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate seeing my grandmother suffering and not being able to do a thing. Yesterday, when I went and visit her, my heart almost broke. She was just lying there, unmoving. I walked towards her, a lump in my throat. She couldn't even see me. Her eyesight was failing her. I could only remain silent as my father attempted to lighten up the atmosphere by telling her jokes and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remained unresponsive, unblinking. My father finally chose silence as he massaged my grandmother's legs. My grandmother just stared blankly ahead. Finally, she spoke in Hakka that she wanted a drink. As my father was massaging her, I realised it was my job to bring the cup to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the straw that laid ominously next to the pearl-white cup on the saucer. I didn't want to be reminded of what Si En said, of how her grandfather had to drink water from the straw that was inserted into the cup cause he was too weak. But in my heart, I knew what was the straw for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were trembling, and my palms were clammy. I took the cup and pressed the straw to her mouth. After she drank her fill, I placed the cup back on the saucer. I knew then that she was way weaker than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down as I didn't want her to notice my tear-brimming eyes, I suddenly spotted that her whole hand was reddish black. I couldn't bear to ask. Somehow, I knew the answer. Blood clots. Damn those diabetes. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied it in Biology, I knew what was happening to her, and why it was happening to her. But even so, there is nothing that I can do for her, NOTHING! Those hands that used to hold onto me tight when I was crossing the road to prevent me from danger, those hands that wiped away my tears when I fell, those very hands that welcomed me with unending love.... They are now covered with needles holes due to the blood drawing for testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's a limit to what I can take. The whole atmosphere in the hospital was overwhelming me and I could bear it no longer. It literally smelled of Death itself. I took some money from my dad and went down to the kiosk and bought some Chinese newspapers for my grandmother, all the time smiling like an idiot cause it was the only thing preventing me from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole journey, I plucked my earphones in, and band music blasted from within. It was the only thing keeping me sane. After making three big rounds around the whole hospital block, I finally made it back to my grandma's ward! Big accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I wasn't really thrilled to see her weak and frail body again. It was gradually killing me inside. Dinner time then came, and it was the same dishes once again. However, she ate ravenously with no complains as she was very hungry, having puke out her breakfast earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few minutes after she finished her dinner, she puked everything out again. I stood there, while my uncle, aunt and father buzzed by, anxious to tend to her needs. Time was a blur, and everything faded out of my sight. All I could hear is the sickening retching noise, the sound that totally drove me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were quivering, and I saw the tears glistened in her eyes as she struggled with her body which seemed to have a mind of its own. Once again, being the coward that I am, I fixed my eyes onto the ground, and tried to pretend that I was in a happy place, disillusioning myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as abruptly as it started, it stopped. Silence filled the air and after a while, my father asked me if I wanted to leave. Unable to stand seeing my grandmother suffering and yet helpless to do anything, I readily agreed. I wanted to get out of that place fast. It was like a pre-cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the bus-stop, I guessed God finally answered my prayers. My father told me of my grandmother's condition. The story went like this, my grandmother was in Yishun when she fell. Now for those of you who don't know, a fall could literally mean death to diabetic people as their bodies need a long time to heal the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my grandmother, being the smart person that she was, managed to call for help on her cellphone. My aunt was of course horrified when she received the news, and she immediately sent my uncle to pick her up. Then, my grandmother was officially admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it seemed like no big deal; just patch up her wounds and make sure that it heals properly, until the doctors discovered something. Due to certain reasons, the blood was not flowing to her right leg and thus it was very weak. Then they realised it, she had a weak heart and thus the blood flow was not good, making her very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took out some blood from her and did some blood tests. If the results were positive, they would operate on her. As the blood flow in her right leg wasn't good, they decided to balloon the blood vessels in her right leg, so that more blood can flow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's eyebrows creased in worry when he said this and immediately, I knew something was wrong. Pretending that I was very brave, I asked him how high were the risks. He said that there was a risk as my grandmother's heart was very weak. Communication ceased between us that instant. We both were preoccupied with our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then why my father kept hearing sermons every night. It was to reassure himself that my grandmother was going to be okay. I was rendered speechless and could only sought comfort in my band songs. We spoke nothing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached home, and I just dumped my bag on the floor and closed my door shut. I didn't feel like saying anything. Worry clammed my mouth shut. But as Mr Tan always says,"Life goes on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then I took the phone and called Si En, telling her I was going to her church. TADA! And just my luck, her church had to show some film about the small boy dying. Death. It seems to be everywhere right? Never gonna go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, my grandfather will be going for an operation for his leg. Meanwhile, he will be alone at home as my grandmother is in the hospital. This made me think. Is it right to go band now? Yes, I do wanna go band, but my family needs me now more right? Shouldn't I put away my selfish desires and help out in my family instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, due to my greed, I died without seeing my hamster for the last time. I do not wish to repeat the same mistake again. No! I would never make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WILL BE STRONG! I CAN DO THIS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6365778526440656757?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6365778526440656757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-went-to-si-ens-house-and-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6365778526440656757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6365778526440656757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-went-to-si-ens-house-and-do.html' title='Inner Strength'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-7982610630798375820</id><published>2011-04-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T07:26:39.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visited my grandmother today. (like finally!)  Seeing her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm sure she'll be alright in the end, right? It's the only thing I can do now, I have to keep believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midyears are coming, and I'm really not in the mood to study. Lalala~ I AM SO SCREWED. Lol. Lagging behind Amaths and Chemistry, and I freaking don't wanna learn Amaths. Sometimes, even I myself wonder why I take Amaths when my maths isn't good.. Retarded, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I really have to buck up now. I MUST DO IT. (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDY!!!!&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;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm pretty sure I still won't study in the end. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-7982610630798375820?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7982610630798375820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/visited-my-grandmother-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7982610630798375820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7982610630798375820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/visited-my-grandmother-today.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-979531229565245432</id><published>2011-04-16T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:37:13.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYv12SuexCQ" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How to save a life when it's not yours to begin with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-979531229565245432?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/979531229565245432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/979531229565245432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/979531229565245432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player_16.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/rYv12SuexCQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8553620579160228480</id><published>2011-04-15T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T06:46:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not in a good mood recently. Went to band today, had no feelings of happiness. Screwed biology spa up, had no feelings of sadness. Numb, so that's how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings overloaded, I no longer wanna think. Sometimes it's easier pretending that the end isn't coming, isn't it? I'm now a fan of self-denial. My O levels results are not going to be good, I know. But I really can't concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo, depressed? No... I don't really feel that. I mean, if I'm feeling all those I would wanna cut right? But I totally have no intention of doing that. Yup. No intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yilian told me to not over-analyze my feelings, but I can't help it. I don't get WHAT THE HELL am I doing with my life now, I really don't. What do I like, what do I love, what do I even want? Who am I? GREAT. Just great. Now I don't even know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I was complaining to Yilian today, about you. And she said, "By saying that, you've already given up on her." Have I? Have I really given up on you? Please, please, I implore you, I beg of you, tell me, WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP ON YOU? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you trust me? WHY CAN'T YOU EVEN PROVIDE ME WITH AN ANSWER WHEN I CONFRONT YOU?! Why are you not honest with me? Why are you always hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I always waiting there like a fool....??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to chuck you aside, but I realised I couldn't. That day, I let you hear those two songs, hoping to get through your thick skull what I was trying to say, but I guessed you don't know do you? I &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; AM trying. Even by typing this out, I'm still trying to reach out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, face facts. Nobody likes you. Once, I already told you, learn to identify your TRUE friends and your FAKE friends. I warned you about her didn't I? And yet? In the end, you still trusted her more than me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that difficult to trust? For THREE YEARS, for three whole freaking years, I waited for you to open up to me, but you didn't. Instead, you went and tell people who don't even share the same bond we had, your secrets. What are you trying to tell me? That I mean nothing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even I myself wonder, is it my fault that you become like this? When Shimin first told me about your true colours, I refused to believe. Three years later now, I can safely say that I still believe that you can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is bad from the start, that I believe. Nobody turns into attention-seekers for nothing. I talked to you, I opened up to you about everything, and yet? I still get nothing in return, only good memories haunting me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want us to be like how we were in sec one. You want this friendship, and once again, I believed you. Once again..... like the fool that I was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimin is right, we'll never be friends again. Friendship work both ways pal, you can't expect it to fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, even my sisters warned me about you, and I still stuck with you. When you were crying over some ugly guys, have you ever thought who was there to wipe your tears? Your "friends" or your FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't treasure me, nor Yilian, nor Michelle, but you have the cheeks to keep telling me you want to be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I even typing this? Have you ever thought of it? Really..... have you ever thought of what I did for you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DEFENDED YOU WHEN YOU WERE INSULTED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WIPED YOUR TEARS WHEN YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO PREVENTED YOU FROM COMMITTING SUICIDE WITH PANADOLS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO STUCK BY YOU ALL THIS WHILE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the fool now who is trying to knock some sense to you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. TELL. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna complain about you to my friends anymore. You're not worth it. I'm getting more and more fed up by the minute. I totally wanna rip my heart out; the part that contains you, and throw it back at you. It would be better if I had amnesia though. Hell more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two songs I say once again. Listen to them carefully, and tell me your answer. If by the end of the month I do not receive your answer, I'll just watch this friendship die. Yes, I'll probably might not be able to do that, I'll probably be tempted to try and "save" you again, but trust me on this, with every time I try, the dimmer our flame of friendship gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be softhearted but I think that there will come a time when my heart can never take your nonsense anymore, and when that time comes, the tables will be turned. For every hurt you've caused me, it's engraved in my mind. So pray hard girl, that the flame of our friendship will not die completely, for if it does, a volcano of enmity will erupt, and I will have fun watching you suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even saying this, I know that I'll still be like how I was before. It's okay. I'll admit it. I'm a secret masochist. To all those curious about the two songs, here are they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/agIDNXwiLz8" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oyuiGgXUe0g" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm tired of pretending that nothing's wrong. Will you guys stop it too? If you're worried, then just say so? Why pretend? It's not like by pretending it'll go away. Why can't you understand? I HATE it when I know nothing about the situation. Don't you think I have the right to know? Maybe I'm just kicking up a huge fuss over nothing, and it's probably this case. But I don't know why, even though this is not the first time my grandmother is admitted into the hospital, this is the FIRST TIME I'm feeling afraid. So if you're hiding anything from me, I'll get real pissed. But please, please, just let her be alright. Amen.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The only way to get stronger is to confront your deepest fears and overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8553620579160228480?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8553620579160228480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-in-good-mood-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8553620579160228480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8553620579160228480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-in-good-mood-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/agIDNXwiLz8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6131458498350131703</id><published>2011-04-13T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:00:36.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDYING - STUdent DYING</title><content type='html'>Stressed out by studies these days. Amaths test, 50 marks, and I didn't even do 25 marks worth of questions. In other words, SCREWED. :(  sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent Chemistry test didn't help either. I studied the day before, and yet, it still seemed like Arabic to me. @-@ Totally don't know how to do, and Chemistry is SUPPOSED to be my best science. Damn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really miss band. I want my tuba. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA! TUBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it now. When were the days when I could slack all day man.....?? I really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, I HATE STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6131458498350131703?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6131458498350131703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/studying-student-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6131458498350131703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6131458498350131703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/studying-student-dying.html' title='STUDYING - STUdent DYING'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5149676116930057488</id><published>2011-04-10T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T03:50:25.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get It Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1_LBp1CFlM4" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5149676116930057488?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5149676116930057488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5149676116930057488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5149676116930057488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title='Get It Right'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/1_LBp1CFlM4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3511170054562317623</id><published>2011-04-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:59:02.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164357_1574100511051_1191700054_31313386_8313639_n.jpg" width="300px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;MICHELLE ONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You're old now!!!!!! HAHAAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SEE YOU TMR! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;It's too late for regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3511170054562317623?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3511170054562317623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/michelle-ong-happy-birthday-youre-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3511170054562317623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3511170054562317623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/michelle-ong-happy-birthday-youre-old.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3482453501105845555</id><published>2011-04-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T03:36:58.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/156828_474351089022_713714022_5841167_3063813_n.jpg" width="300px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39430_474352104022_713714022_5841184_2574295_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the recording, I realised that tuba section did not do well. I was really hoping a Gold, and I thought we did well, but I realised we did not. From the judge's point of view, we were really not balanced. Sucks man. I feel it's as though tuba brought the whole band down. WHY?! TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodwinds are really good, damn obvious from the recording.... And like I predicted, it was really lower brass who brought the band down. No wait. It wasn't. It was the tuba section. Fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, "Are you happy to have gotten a Silver?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not close to you, I will reply back, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm not, I would have told you that I'm not happy. We had the potential to get Gold, and yet? We were only Silver. Sucks. Really sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely sad now. Sianz. We screwed everything up. DAMN! TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My section played wonderfully, but their section leader didn't. Regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3482453501105845555?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3482453501105845555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/syf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3482453501105845555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3482453501105845555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/syf.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5277619111393124335</id><published>2011-04-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:12:37.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166444_474350909022_713714022_5841166_5645634_n.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 6 more days, our judgment day will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 6 more days, all our hard work will be put to a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 6 more days, SYF will be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 6 more days, band will be out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 6 more days, I will need to say goodbye to my instrument, TUBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, why am I looking forward to SYF again? At first, I was really very very happy and wished that I could faster step down. But now, maybe because I finally realised I have to part with MCB and my tuba, I feel very reluctant. Man. Now I'm getting sentimental over myself. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, MCB taught me a lot. It taught me to appreciate the arts, it taught me that not only the melodies are important, but the bass is equally as important too. I've learnt that every good performance comes with a great effort, and that with practise, anything and everything is possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Secondary 1, all the way to a Secondary 4.... Man. I feel nostalgic and sad. Okay. Let's stop here. I also haven't step down yet, think so much for wad? HAHA! 6 days later then publish a happy post bah... hopefully its a HAPPY post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I tried to smile when I talked about you, but I guess it's never possible  until the day my heart no longer misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5277619111393124335?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5277619111393124335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-6-more-days-our-judgment-day-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5277619111393124335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5277619111393124335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-6-more-days-our-judgment-day-will.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-671811255158067784</id><published>2011-03-26T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:50:55.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Be Strong, Delta Goodrem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drmazharkhan.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/flower-in-desert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you swimming upstream in oceans of blue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you feel like your sinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you sick of the rain after all you've been through? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well I know what you're thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;When you can't take it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You can make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometime soon I know you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'cause when your in you're darkest hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And all of the light just fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well hang on and be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Where taking each step one day at a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;You can't loose your spirit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Let live and let live forget and forgive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's all how you see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And just remember keep it together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't you know you're never alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;cause when you're in your darkest hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;And all of the light just fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well hang on, and be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;No you're not defeated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;And soon you'll be smiling once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then you won't have to feel it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Let it go with the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Time passes us by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And know that you're aloud to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'cause when you're in your darkest hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And all of the light just fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well hang on and be strong   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HnbMYzdjuBs" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mayflower Concert Band will bloom like the roses, slowly, and beautifully....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-671811255158067784?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/671811255158067784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-swimming-upstream-in-oceans-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/671811255158067784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/671811255158067784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-swimming-upstream-in-oceans-of.html' title='-Be Strong, Delta Goodrem'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/HnbMYzdjuBs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4464445745273067365</id><published>2011-03-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:14:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HfUWub8xjdY" width="400" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is the most beautiful of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                         and the worst of nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when one ignores a person, it is simply because she does not wish to give the person power to hurt her ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, everything that she trusted turned out to be a pack of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FB3va4Vl5Qo/S7_UWVvp4_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/WhB8gvqP0xY/s640/spider-web-1a.jpg" width="300px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is nothing but a web of deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4464445745273067365?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4464445745273067365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-is-most-beautiful-of-dreams-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4464445745273067365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4464445745273067365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-is-most-beautiful-of-dreams-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/HfUWub8xjdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3025030248547131294</id><published>2011-03-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:59:04.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CIP? Is it really only in CIP that we reach out to them, and talk to them? I don't know. Observing the surroundings from the sidelines, I find AWWA to be pleasant and welcoming. Indeed, those elders there no need people there to help them, what they need is a companion for them to talk to, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my hamster's death, I swore not to have any regrets in life, and yet, I still lack the courage to reach out to those that I love. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death has been looming on my mind these days and I don't know why. I just keep thinking, what if XX dies, what will I do? What if YY dies before I get to talk to him? What if I'm rob of even the chance to say goodbye? This thoughts, were embedded in me ever since my hamster death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to say bye to my hamster; it died with its eyes open. Hell, I wasn't even there! I was at some stupid Social Studies competition which I volunteered for, all because I wanted the I-touch. Now I know, greed ultimately kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still blame myself for my hamster's death, and I can't help but think, when it was running out of breath, was it waiting to see me? Was it hoping to catch a last glance of me before it departed? Was its eyes opened cause they were struggling to see me? Was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me that at that exact moment when it was dying, I was probably laughing and enjoying myself. I was enjoying, while it was suffering. How cruel can I be? I'm an undeserving owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. That's a fact. In fact, I hope I'll just suffer and rot for the rest of my life. Yup, that is probably a good idea, a VERY good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that SYF is coming up, I can honestly tell you that I am freaking worried as none of the people in my section are ready, including myself. This makes me wonder again. Why am I the section leader? I PLAY THE LOUSIEST IN MY SECTION!!! I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Mayflower Concert Band better get Silver for this SYF. If Mayflower band never get Silver, I can sorely take the blame, after all, the main problem with this band is that it has a weak lower brass section, and who is their section leader? Pathetic ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no rights to be angry with Junrong actually. Maybe, if I was given the same position as me, I would probably tell my friends too. So what right do I have to be angry at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Junrong did was wrong, unforgivable, and yet, somehow I think I deserve it. Okay, I know I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this EXTREMELY WEIRD drabble with this one sentence then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kilobox.net/otherkin/images/stories/flower-field.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TREASURE EVERY MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE, NEVER&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE SPACE FOR REGRETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3025030248547131294?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3025030248547131294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/cip-is-it-really-only-in-cip-that-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3025030248547131294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3025030248547131294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/cip-is-it-really-only-in-cip-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5934490427474052157</id><published>2011-03-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:16:37.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taltopia.com/media/65/65624/misplaced.jpg" width="400px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I angry? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I disappointed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I pissed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel betrayed? To a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust him again? Most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel right now? Like I wanna crash immediately onto my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all I feel is fatigue right now. I'm still angry at this whole shit, but now, I really don't have the energy to do so. SYF is just 16 days away, and yet, Mayflower Concert Band sounds like shit. How to maintain our silver? I won't even talk about Gold, since it's impossible, but our silver? SILVER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I mean, even Mr Tan's giving up, and I don't know what I'm holding onto either. It's like among the whole section, I seem to be the weakest now. I got no stamina, not enough breath, sucky tone quality.... EVERYTHING JUST SUCKS TO THE MAX. (Oh goody, where's the middle fingers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that Mayflower Concert Band might not get Silver. If Mayflower really drops around 20 years of Silver down, then I really should be blamed. No, strike that, I should be killed! As a section leader, I lack discipline, determination, and optimism. Why am I the leader again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it. HOW AM I EVEN QUALIFIED TO BE A LEADER?! Anyway now, all I'm praying for is for Mayflower Concert Band to maintain the Silver. If only my prayers can move the heavens......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word that means the world to me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5934490427474052157?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5934490427474052157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/misplaced-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5934490427474052157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5934490427474052157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/misplaced-trust.html' title='Misplaced Trust'/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-785387977300019640</id><published>2011-03-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:31:03.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUAYI'S BETTER THAN MAYFLOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why the Huayians apparently got this "We just got owned" mentality after hearing us play. Are you guys freaking deaf? Can you not hear the wrong notes, the out of tune ones, and lastly, the intonation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man. But I gotta admit, Mayflower woodwinds damn strong. LOVE THE CLARINETS. OMG. THEIR PLAYING SUPER GOOD!!! ^^ So happy, lol. So touched.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I honestly think the brass section damn weak. Maybe not the french horns la, but the lower brass, ESPECIALLY the lower brass.. DAMN WEAK!! Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My section, Jason's tone quality damn nice, but not tonguing and concentrating. Timlin's sound is throat sound. Fathin play so MUCH better than me, remind me why am I the section leader again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, I feel damn inferior la. HUAYI IS LIKE WAY BETTER THAN US? I sit with Huayi I also don't dare play. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT HUAYI BEING LOUSIER THAN MAYFLOWER. WE ONLY OWNED YOU IN WOODWINDS. THATS ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel retarded pointing out the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-785387977300019640?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/785387977300019640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/huayis-better-than-mayflower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/785387977300019640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/785387977300019640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/huayis-better-than-mayflower.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4589908713745535087</id><published>2011-03-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:25:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paranaiv.no/files/imagecache/Blog-full/images/barbie_of_the_undead_01a.jpg" width="400px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feelings are not meant to be toyed with. You want a toy, go buy a fucking Barbie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pissed off. I don't care who spread this freaking rumour that I like Chuan Jie in Huayi band but seriously, stop it. It's enough when I see his face and know that he REJECTED me and thus is feeling awkward with me. I NO NEED THIS TO RUB IT IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't show that I'm hurt doesn't mean I ain't. I just chose to ignore it. I mean, one must learn to deal with it, right? But to have this kind of rumours spreading around. It hurts okay? Knowing that they can just remain as rumours forever, it fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoever out there who is enjoying a kick out of teasing me and Chuan Jie, well, find some other way to tease him, cause feelings are not meant to be toyed with. It's okay if you tease me with a person whom I don't like, but it's not okay when I like that person and got REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, find something else entertaining to do. I'm begging you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4589908713745535087?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4589908713745535087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/feelings-are-not-meant-to-be-toyed-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4589908713745535087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4589908713745535087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/feelings-are-not-meant-to-be-toyed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-916136759171024974</id><published>2011-03-17T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T05:30:22.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO SHIMIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Sheryl, I won't say anything more. Yes, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLY &lt;/span&gt;possible that she won't treasure the chance that I give her, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; sorry that everytime I fall apart due to her, you are the one who stayed and picked up the pieces; the broken pieces of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would you understand if I said that I can't live without her? Cause oddly enough, I don't seem to be living. Without her, I feel lost, aimless. If there is a reason why I give her this chance, then it will be because of my own selfishness, not because of whatever noble reason you thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without her. She has been an irritating friend, I know, but I cannot lose her. Yes, I have cursed her a thousand times, and up till now, the hurt has not totally vanished, but I can't help but forgive her. I know this might seem foolish and naive, but I can't stop believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that we will quarrel again, and honestly, I don't doubt the truth in your words. However, for now, at least for now, I'm happy. Isn't that enough? I want to preserve happy memories with her, that's all I want. I know, this path is tough, and most likely, it will only lead to another path of hurt, but, even if it is only in that fleeting moment that I feel happy, I am satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your concern, both yours and Tingwei's. I know you guys just want the best for me, and I know that the problems will just repeat itself, but for now, try to be happy for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, probably out of everybody, only Tingwei, and you understand how torturous this friendship had been, and I know you guys don't want me to suffer anymore. But how about this? If it makes you guys feel better, think of me as a masochist. Maybe I just enjoy the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I feel bad for forgiving Sheryl and disappointing you and Tingwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, don't make me regret my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO SHERYL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one word for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TREASURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-916136759171024974?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/916136759171024974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-shimin-regarding-sheryl-i-wont-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/916136759171024974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/916136759171024974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-shimin-regarding-sheryl-i-wont-say.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2690083769387276418</id><published>2011-03-16T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:15:34.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/148675_1728039120147_1213517026_31994000_7878077_n.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I"m very prideful, so I won't admit to myself, not even when I see you hurting, not even when I feel an odd sense of emptiness that no one can fill, yes, not even then will I admit the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all those insane times we used to had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;WE WILL LAST LONG. THANKS EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2690083769387276418?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2690083769387276418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-very-prideful-so-i-wont-admit-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2690083769387276418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2690083769387276418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-very-prideful-so-i-wont-admit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6760559465224956698</id><published>2011-03-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:18:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1fPOCOxUA4/SYMKQ_M8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Db2mwscxsPA/s400/Alone_by_Hidden_target.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get irritated by myself. I don't get how I can be so stupid. I don't get how I can even get into a triple pure science class. Out of all my friends, I think I have the most supportive parents regarding band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, they're very good to me, like really very good. Yes, initially they did not want me to join band. But after I showed them that my mind was made up, they understood, and they supported me. Even when I brought home my tuba without telling my mum, she would just let me into the house with some nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to buy a keyboard, she allowed me, even though it was quite expensive. Whatever I wanted to do, she allowed. She knew that my studies are dropping, yet she understands that I don't want tuition at this point of time as I don't want it to clash with band practices. She told me to sign up for English tuition after SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes I really wonder, why am I so stupid? Why can't I get good results for once? It's like no matter how hard I try sometimes, I still get shitty results. I listened attentively to English lessons, and yet? I got a F9 for it. How am I going to go to any school at this rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to disappoint my parents, nor do I want to disappoint myself. Like really man. When I told my mum I want to go to Huayi to practise, she just grumbled a bit but she didn't say anything else. Sometimes I also wonder, what did I do to deserve such parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the only thing that makes them really happy is if I score well for my exams. If only I could score good results, damn. I can still remember their proud faces when I showed them my good results in Secondary 2. When I entered triple pure science, those ecstatic faces of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my parents didn't want to rear hamsters at first, but because of me, they allowed. And when my hamster died, my mum cried the most, though she still worried about me if I was too sad. Because of this, I still feel very guilty. Hah. When I think back upon how I insisted my parents on rearing the hamsters, even though I think finances were very tight at that time, and yet they indulged me, I feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappoint many, my parents, my sisters, my friends, my hamster. If only I wasn't like that, haha. I want to make my parents proud of me. I want them to feel happy. If only I can do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment. Loneliness. Hell. Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6760559465224956698?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6760559465224956698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-i-get-irritated-by-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6760559465224956698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6760559465224956698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometimes-i-get-irritated-by-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_B1fPOCOxUA4/SYMKQ_M8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Db2mwscxsPA/s72-c/Alone_by_Hidden_target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-1464372715430492817</id><published>2011-03-12T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:13:24.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts. Emotions. Man, feeling damn emotional after reading this stupid.. no, not stupid, EXTREMELY GOOD book. The impact was so great la, then I didn't know I was crying till I saw the tear drop on the book. Haha. This means that it is a good book, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept after coming back home from church, SHIOK!! And well, I don't know but in church today, they showed a video that really touched my heart. Suddenly, I recalled what Shimin asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you still treat Sheryl as your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I finally have the answer to this question. It's because I believe that there's something in her worth saving. Hah. After searching for the answer I was struggling to find, I finally found it. Now, I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I suddenly remember that I'm supposed to curse those two thingys, lol. I promised colourful vocabulary too. Oh well. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thingy is a thing which has no gender since it likes to shove people around and break the rules of the game. It lost its own dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thingy is a thing that idk. whines like shit? Apparently, it didn't know that running behind a swing is dangerous, how retarded can it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, end of complains. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c0/Swing_seat.jpg" width="400px" height="200px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Swing, swing, swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Swing all the troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-1464372715430492817?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1464372715430492817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1464372715430492817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1464372715430492817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3247913172434074947</id><published>2011-03-12T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:30:41.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, I've noticed a lot of people being depressed about band. A lot of people, including me, have been speaking bad things about band. Somehow now, I feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think we can maintain our silver. For once, I can actually express faith in band, haha. Even though my tone quality is dropping, even though my skills are getting lousier, even though I can't even maintain my note now, I still believe we can get silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this faith came from this reason. If we don't believe in ourselves, who will? Even though I think that I will still lose faith in band once in a while and criticise it like shit, I think that in the bottom of my heart, I will still believe in band, and not just any band, but Mayflower Concert Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 years, I've spent it in this school. Now that this is my final year in Mayflower, all I feel is I can't wait to leave this school. But I do feel a sense of loss too, a loss regarding band. But it's okay. Things happen. Changes are made. But life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that my juniors will buck up and learn as much as they can from me. But at least they're trying, and that makes me happy enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, since Junrong said that my blog sounds like a composition, I shall tell you guys a story. A true story that happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time, there was this lovely princess who loved playing the flute a lot, but later died of cervical cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST KIDDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the true story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ang Mo Kio Secondary, band is considered the best. Thus, the school tends to sponsor band a lot and neglects other CCAs. Out of all the performing arts, Modern Dance is considered as an underperforming CCA and thus the school is bias against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the time for SYF came. Similar to our situation now, the juniors had no idea how serious SYF was and kept fooling around. They refused to practice their dance steps and did not listen to their seniors. The seniors were thus very depressed as they could not get their juniors to practice hard enough to attain SYF standard. Being a silver medal CCA, they wanted to preserve their medal! But all hope seemed to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day of SYF came. The dancers went up on stage, not fully prepared for it. And sure enough, they got Bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the morale of this story is, what you reap is what you sow. If you practice hard enough, you would get the desired result. After all, it all boils down to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the story doesn't ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the news, the seniors cried like mad. In their hands, the silver medal had fell and they felt really bad about it. Suddenly, as though the sadness and depressed atmosphere enlightened them, the fun-loving juniors kept quiet. Then they said this, that made the seniors cry even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry seniors, don't cry. We'll get back the silver medal at the next SYF so don't cry. Just wait for us. We'll get the medal back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice of the juniors to say this, right? When my sister told me this, immediately, this came to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed, the results did not matter anymore to the senior dancers. Their juniors had finally matured through the experience and learned the lesson that they had been trying to teach them. That was all that mattered. The climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the seniors and juniors truly bonded after that session. (: Though I don't know if they really got silver for the following SYF. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that everybody will feel inspired by this story. Good luck for SYF, people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3247913172434074947?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3247913172434074947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-days-ive-noticed-lot-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3247913172434074947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3247913172434074947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-days-ive-noticed-lot-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-713726951591967945</id><published>2011-03-10T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:00:45.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deciding to ignore my homework, I went and researched on all the bands performing on the same day as us. Yup. You heard that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now. Haha. Typing out everything for everyone to see. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Gold With Honours Band performing on the same day with us, and that is no other than....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ST PATRICK'S SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Gold Bands, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. CHIJ Secondary (Toa Payoh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Zhenghua Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Bronze bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Northland Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Chestnut Drive Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Fuchun Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Queensway Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Kent Ridge Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rests are silver bands, with the exception of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Broadrick Secondary&lt;/span&gt; which is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COP &lt;/span&gt;band. Basically, the order is as shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORDER OF SCHOOLS PLAYING IN SYF 2011(7 April)                         &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; AWARD IN SYF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Northland Secondary School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bendemeer Secondary School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anglican High  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pei Hwa Secondary School &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bukit Batok Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fajar Secondary School                                                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Woodgrove Secondary School                                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chestnut Drive Secondary School                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Zhenghua Secondary School                                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fuchun Secondary School                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Queensway Secondary School&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kent Ridge Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Commonwealth Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;Mayflower Secondary School                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. CHIJ Secondary(Toa Payoh)                                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Loyang Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guangyang Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Broadrick Secondary School &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Participation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Woodlands Ring Secondary School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. St Patrick's High                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold Honours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Westwood Secondary School                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Admiralty Secondary School&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers are just to label how many bands are performing on that day itself. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL! (:  nights everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-713726951591967945?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/713726951591967945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/deciding-to-ignore-my-homework-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/713726951591967945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/713726951591967945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/deciding-to-ignore-my-homework-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3949417415924663832</id><published>2011-03-04T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:46:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my conclusion about Sheryl, written in the clique blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" src="http://chauthanh.info/animeDownload/data/anime/Tactics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TACTICS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Much thanks to this anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thank you for finally opening my eyes, thank you for giving me the answer I needed so much. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;As everyone knows, recently, our clique have been really really broken. I wouldn't put all the blame on that person, even though she has some fault to bear. But after I really thought about it, I realised that the main problem started out with just one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's that simple really. I don't trust Sheryl, and Yilian. Yilian didn't trust the rest of the clique, same for Sheryl. But, I believe in Yilian now. I don't know why, but I would like to try again, between me and Yilian. Well, I guess you guys already knew that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;That's not the main point though. You see, I realised that among the whole clique, I seem to one of the rare ones hesitating regarding Sheryl. Yilian reached her conclusion with her a long time ago and so has Shimin and Tingwei. There's only Michelle and me left. But today, after rewatching the final episode of Tactics, I suddenly came to a realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;In this part, their friend, Suzu, was a ghost, and Kanatarou, the protagonist, was an exorcist. He wanted to exorcise her, even though Suzu was their friend. Knowing full well that she couldn't see them if he put the charms on the walls of the house, he still went and do it. Thus, their common friend and demoness(good), scolded him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Youko, the demoness said, "Kan-chan, you're running away from it. Same goes for Haruka matter. You're running away from it! You're deceiving yourself because you have no courage!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sounds familiar, huh? It's real similar to my situation with Sheryl. Those words that she scolded him, it felt like they were directed at me, but, it didn't end there. After Kanatarou got scolded by Youko, he went to a restaurant to sulk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;His friend, a courtsean said,"Do you want to dance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kanatarou: "I can't dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;His friend: "You wouldn't know without trying, would you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kanatarou: "I know already, I can't dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;His friend: "You haven't changed a bit, too much thinking going on your head. Saying 'can't' or 'won't before you even try. That won't get you out of the tiny shell you've wrapped yourself in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And the last sentence that she said that really impacted me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I understand that you want to protect yourself, but in doing so you may be hurting someone."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed. I know that I'm hurting Sheryl, and yet? I take pleasure in it. I want to hurt her. I want her to have a taste of the pain I feel every single time. I want her to suffer as much as I did, or maybe even more. I've turned into such a disgusting creature that I can't even stand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't have any reasons for doing this to Sheryl, I really don't. All those that I said, they were all excuses, and excuses are not reasons. I was just running away from it all. I didn't want to face reality. I just wanted to stay in a cocoon of hate that I've prepared for myself, and hoping that one day, I can emerge as a strong butterfly, without resolving anything. I hoped that it would die down on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sheryl, all those things that I said to you, they were not lies. I believe in you, although I cannot trust you. I treat you as a friend, even though I badmouth you. I love you as a friend, and hate you sometimes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“跟他在一起的回忆越好， 就越难放手。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Devi told this to me once, and I totally agree with her. It's the memories between you and me that prevents me from letting you go. It's those good memories that's haunting me, cause they're telling me, they keep telling me that if I try hard enough, we'll be that close again. They keep telling me, that we can have a proper friendship through effort. They keep telling me to be your friend again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But, if you think about it, I could never let you go as a friend. Maybe that's the bad thing about me. To me, once a friend, always a friend. You and me, we had too many good times together, and that in it is a mistake itself. It's a mistake cause now it's causing me and you to suffer so much, it's causing us both to cry for no apparent reason, cause even if we don't want to admit to each other, we do miss each other. We miss this friendship we once had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;You once asked me,"Do you trust me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I replied back,"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But you should have known, if I had no trust in you, then I wouldn't be feeling betrayed right now. If I did not expect anything from you, then I would not feel disappointed now. If I did not treat you as my friend all this while, then I wouldn't be feeling sad, and crying when no one's looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But I don't want to be like those previous times. I no longer want to give chances. What's the point if you don't treasure them and we end up hurt again? In the end, I'll still accept you back, so I see no point in giving chances, cause even if you don't treasure your chances, to me, you're already a friend in my heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Every single time, I'll just get hurt again, and I always wondered, why do I even bother to try then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Again, this mysterious anime Tactics revealed to me the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Friends will always try to get close to each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It was then that I realised, that all this while, I've always treated you as my friend.... all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;No matter how many times we get hurt, we will still keep trying, cause we are friends. That's what I finally realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But you know, I read this somewhere too, but I forgot where. It said this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Trust cannot be easily repaired after it is broken, not that is impossible. But if the person cares enough, he'll work hard to earn back your trust, and show to you through his actions that he can be relied upon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;So Sheryl, what I'm saying is, show me, show me through your actions that you can be trusted, and that you and I can have a friendship again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And if, if I find myself trusting you again, then that will be the day that this friendship is repaired and that we're truly friends again, without any secrets, any betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I look forward to that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2359828505241637571-3949417415924663832?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3949417415924663832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/heres-my-conclusion-about-sheryl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3949417415924663832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3949417415924663832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/heres-my-conclusion-about-sheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4689380081087082336</id><published>2011-02-25T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T07:16:08.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the first page of our story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The future seemed so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then this thing turned out so evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know why I’m still surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We used to be that good... Such close friends...Then everything fell apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even angels have their wicked schemes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you take that to new extremes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you’ll always be my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though you’ve lost your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll always be my friend... Even though you're insane...You taught me how to be happy, and really let myself out to the world, by being a hyperactive bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But you lied, again and again... And I trusted you, again and again, like the fool I was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now there’s gravel in our voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glass is shattered from the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this tug of war, you’ll always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even when I’m right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You won.... I lost... I was hurt more by this game of friendship... All along, it was nothing but lies and deception..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘cause you feed me fables from your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With violent words and empty threats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it’s sick that all these battles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are what keeps me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted to maintain this friendship so badly... I believed in your lies again and again, knowing full well that they were just nothing but empty promises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the lies happened again... Like a broken recorder... It keeps repeating itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So maybe I’m a masochist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Til the walls are goin’ up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In smoke with all our memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know that I deserve so much better than you. I tried to let you go, but I couldn't. I couldn't let go of this friendship. I guess there were too many good memories lingering around... If only I could burn those memories down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hush baby, speak softly, tell me I’ll be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you pushed me into the coffee table last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I can push you off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Punch me... Kick me... It would be better than the pain I feel now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Physically abuse me... So that I can use that as an excuse to leave you.. Please, slap me awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refused counsellin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Square feet of it to the ground, ain’t shit you can do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With you I’m in my f-ckin’ mind, without you, I’m out it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you, in more ways than one...I need you now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that’s all right because I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ohhh, I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in the end, I know I'll probably accept you, lies and all, cause'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n-njTteDnPw/SkSCjqwp8mI/AAAAAAAAErU/OxuU5qCh2Zc/s400/BrokenGlass2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song Lyrics taken from Love the Way you Lie by Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4689380081087082336?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4689380081087082336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-first-page-of-our-story-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4689380081087082336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4689380081087082336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-first-page-of-our-story-future.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_n-njTteDnPw/SkSCjqwp8mI/AAAAAAAAErU/OxuU5qCh2Zc/s72-c/BrokenGlass2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2730437612158007779</id><published>2011-02-23T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T07:28:01.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ADORABLE HAMSTERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm resting in progress, DO NOT DISTURB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anglo-asian.com.sg/images/hamster.jpg" width="300px" height="200px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOHOHO!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bighamster.de/hamster.jpg" width="300px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*munches* *munches*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_np37am7co10/SLee2qyCD4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/QA2Z4IvFVzQ/s400/hamster003oj1.jpg" width="300px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUCH POTATO?! lazy!! *^^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aquafaune.com/upload/contenu/109/detail_produit_hamster-russe.jpg" width="300px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*squeezes* THIS PLACE IS MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/mouse/images/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_lovely_pet_Hamster_Picture_1da033098s.jpg" width="300px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAMSTERS ARE CUTE!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. (:  Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMON TEST IS FINALLY OVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Though I think the result will be "beautiful", haha. Screwed? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever man. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/2359828505241637571-2730437612158007779?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2730437612158007779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/adorable-hamsters-im-resting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2730437612158007779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2730437612158007779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/adorable-hamsters-im-resting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_np37am7co10/SLee2qyCD4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/QA2Z4IvFVzQ/s72-c/hamster003oj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5067019626042828549</id><published>2011-02-19T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:04:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONVERSATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*sth i said that i forgot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i alr told shimin what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;is shimin me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you cant tell joyce, but you cannot tell us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you can tell yilian, but you cannot tell us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;wtf is wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm sick of this alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i never FORCE you to open up okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i figured out that you will feel BAD keep secrets to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you know, everybody has a limit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I JUST DONT GET IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i really dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY ARE YOU LIKE THAT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and can you reply me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you also havent finish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i choose not to say is because i really dont want to be under pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;joyce dont give me pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yilian dont give me pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so we give you pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;its not it la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then what are you trying to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what i'm trying to say is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i didnt tell you all at first , is because i wasnt sure of it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yet you could tell yl and joyce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dont be lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont want to do things i regret .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;they knew of it after i was sure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and yet we didnt know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you never intended to tell us... i saw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you lied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so this is our friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing but lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i didnt intend to let you all know at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's okay... this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cause i also lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont like km...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no... i still like km..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cj*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i just wanted to see your reaction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and you went and cut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NOT BECAUSE OF TH KM THING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i have to clear this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;th cut wasnt because of th km thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it wasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i feel even more weary hearing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why are we like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was because of an insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why cant we be normal friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why are we lying to each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you know something ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tell me, cause idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm tired... real tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but idk why, i just cant let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU TELL ME WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ALWAYS STUCK IN SQUARE ONE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cause this friendship has no trust at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why do we always quarrel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you dont trust me , i dont trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;forget it man... i'm tired... i dont want to analyse the reasons why we become like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;where are we going on from now on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you're hurt, and i'm hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how many times have we gone through this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;if you ask me to give up.... some part of me never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk , you just dont want to tell me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk la ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dont blame it on me.. really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm just feeling so complicated over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm not blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;maybe you had your reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i had mine too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i told you everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the only thing that you dont know abt me is that i lied that i like km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont have reservations when it comes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe the others have... and if they did, it's none of my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i tried so hard to make this work... but it just wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;because of this friendship... i've learnt to hate, learnt to love, learnt to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and learnt that sometimes silence is the best thing of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;now... tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;yes at first when i heard it... i was mad pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but now... i'm just weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;like really weary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i also dont know what i want now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;a lot of whys are running through my mind now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why did you tell joyce abt the clique's internal conflicts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why did you not tell us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why are we like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;since when did i tell her about it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why is it that no matter how hard we try, we still lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shimin looked at your whole inbox..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dont lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;man.. i really hate lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and it was by accident ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;please la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;seriously , wtf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the first was really an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;which was the nicholas one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;then what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then i guessed she realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then she started to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you and shimin have your own issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you and michelle and tingwei have your own issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont care abt that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW IM ASKIN YOU ABT US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU AND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont wanna talk abt others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;at least it proved that i didnt lie to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i said i will never cut because of km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you lied to me abt the reason you cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but look... it's fair... i lied to you that i like km as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i just dont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what will become of us right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you say that you feel distanced from the clique..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but do you know? you distanced yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we didnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you walked away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and we got tired of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you and me, we used to be good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so i really dont know why we become like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;backstabbing each other behind our backs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;this is really lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and i really dont wanna think about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i tried to make our friendship better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i tried to make it last, make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but in the end, it would never work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i really dont know what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to try again, knowing that it will be just another heartache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;or to give up, and regret not trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i really dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but enough of me ranting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;this friendship is not abt me also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;say what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i ask you something .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if i ask you to keep a secret . will you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;from th clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk why , but why do i have this feeling that you're keeping things from me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk , maybe its just me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i really dont want to know too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i really dont understand why you'll feel this way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate you sometimes, you know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i really never keep anything from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont understand , i also dont want to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what do you mean by that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my feelings , i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to answer your question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it depends on the secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;if i feel that the others should know also... then most likely.. i would tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;or encourage you to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and if i think the reason why you're not telling them is valid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then i wont tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk la ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont know how to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;its just too complicated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i really dont want to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;complicate things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you are really a pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;making me cry over things that i didnt know i could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;even cj also cant do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i ask you , do you treat everyone of th clique fairly ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why is our cllique so extreme ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i just dont get it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why are there so much lies and betrayal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i mean ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;youu and me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why must this web and lies form our clique ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we really never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you sure ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;are you sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we lied.. duh.. we do lie to each other.. sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but we trust each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i trust michelle and she trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i trust tingwei and she trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i trust shimin and she trusted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i used to trust yl... and she idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you and me...we used to trust each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but now we arent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if i told you i liked nicholas and ask you to keep it a secret , will you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you know , everytime i like somone , and i regret telling them ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my friendship with that person just dies .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i really hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont want to lose them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but in th end ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i lost , totally .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i ask you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;did michelle tell you anything ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;either you or th clique or anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;abt wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;about th clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;which is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;she got tell me sth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but i want to hear what you have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dont care about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all these just make me so afraid of telling anything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i just wasnt to stop being afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i just wantto*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we're making you afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;its all these freaking lies and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then why do we lie in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you guys are my friends ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why would i be afraid of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but its just that ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont want to live in this lie , this facade anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what exactly do you mean by that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cause i dont want to live in lies and deception anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;neither do i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;who wants to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what do you want of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cause everytime... every single time... we're still back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you think im keeping sth from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;when im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you dont trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and i dont trust you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so where are we going with this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;friendship always start with trust ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;since you dont trust me , and i dont trust you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so why not ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;we get to know each other again ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i really want to cancel out all th lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we'll just end up getting hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we did it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the reintroduction shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but we .... we still end up the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what makes you thinl it'll work now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;think*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cause i really dont want to hear lies , i dont want to feel afraid , i dont want to suspect , i hate all this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i hate all of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont want to go on lying , or hear lies ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i realised that only yesterday ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;after th talk with yilian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i really shouldnt go on doing this shit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what did you guys talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;telling th truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU GUYS TALK ABOUT TRUTH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i said alr ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;if you dont believe me , then fine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont know what else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but you lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;after yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;how am i supposed to believe you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I TRIED YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tried so hard to believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tried so hard to make this work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;that i got so similar to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;until i couldnt differentiate what was me and what was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i asked a lot of ppl... what's the diff between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eveybody's replies mattered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but cj's one mattered the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;do you know what he said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;make a guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;our attitude ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;he said that we were different... but he couldnt pinpoint exactly wad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i asked him.... is the difference good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;he said... good for you... bad for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then immediately.. he changed his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and say im not bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and that everybody is equal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;heart? breaks once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why is it good for me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i tried so hard , but you all see it as rubbish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;only yilian saw .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's why i trusted her a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i know she wont spill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;as for joyce ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was because i was closer to her in class .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's why i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dont say anything first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why is it good for you? I DONT FREAKING KNOW. ask fucking cj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and i did see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i told shimin... dont you feel that sheryl is improving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shimin said nothing.. just smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i just change totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but you see nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk what i'm seeing is th truth a not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;we saw your efforts... but we didnt know that we had to ACKNOWLEDGED it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wait ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;idk what i am seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;then open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;maybe , my subconcious mind is thinking that its rubbish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's why , maybe i'm thinking , that i am rubbsih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i dont know ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all this is getting so . messed up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what exactly are you lacking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;what exactly do you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why? why? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so much whys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i know for sure , what i'm lacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and that is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;th courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amelia(:      always keep the faith says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the courage for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fuck it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not in a good mood ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wait till i'm calmeer ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'll tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sheryl- SEAFOOD FAMILY! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the end of our conversation, and I truly feel like shit now. Are we friends? Can we even be friends? This is just so complicated, and I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again... I cried over this broken friendship..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5067019626042828549?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5067019626042828549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversation-amelia-always-keep-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5067019626042828549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5067019626042828549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversation-amelia-always-keep-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8217600170294279420</id><published>2011-02-18T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T06:22:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wouEmLgYUNw/SlN5iD2YWtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pCrMnbtD9Hs/s400/changmin-cute-smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIM CHANGMIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU ARE FREAKING SEXY&amp;amp;CHIO! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE EAT MORE &amp;amp; STOP BEING ANOREXIC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR CAREER!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, I found out some truths. You were never gonna tell us, were you? Sighs. I should have expected. Since when did you even open up to us anyway? Yeah, it's my fault,  who asked me to expect so much? The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. I have nothing to blame but myself. My foolishness still forces me to treat you like a friend though, even up till now. Bloody heart! I'm tired man, so damn tired of this nonsense. When will this stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEDICATED TO SHERYL HO JIA MIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q_RfSiPE98E" width="500" frameborder="0" height="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8217600170294279420?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8217600170294279420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-shim-changmin-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8217600170294279420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8217600170294279420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-shim-changmin-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_wouEmLgYUNw/SlN5iD2YWtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/pCrMnbtD9Hs/s72-c/changmin-cute-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8641918152957242590</id><published>2011-02-15T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:05:19.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;49 DAYS TO SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;252 DAYS TO O LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make it, or break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.music.vt.edu/musicdictionary/textt/images/tuba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'LL GET YOU ONE DAY, YOU JUST WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;I thought I was over you, but in the end, I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about our past memories, I figured that all along, I was the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my feelings were reciprocated, talk about being foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! To be honest, I missed our friendship but being like this now, I'm way happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies makes me stress, but it helps me to not think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank it, profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it makes sense, the thing I miss the most is not missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8641918152957242590?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8641918152957242590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/49-days-to-syf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8641918152957242590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8641918152957242590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/49-days-to-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3424405839823062599</id><published>2011-02-12T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:32:37.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicated to all DBSK fans out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A valentine's gift from me. Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Keep The Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong stared at the pieces of papers he held onto and sighed. If he handed in the papers, Changmin would ignore him. If he handed in the papers, it would probably mean the end of his relationship between Yunho as Yunho had not agreed to this. That would mean doom for him. In fact, all that he stood to gain from handing in the papers was freedom, but was freedom worth sacrificing love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Jaejoong hesitating, Yoochun laid a hand on Jaejoong's back and whispered. "We've come way too far to back out now, you know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hyung, just hand in the papers." Junsu grumbled impatiently from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a choice, Jaejoong handed in the papers. Dooms day was near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was flashed all over the news and media. Jaejoong, Yoochun, and Junsu, the three members of TVXQ had sued SM entertainment for an unfair contract. The whole SM company was in utter chaos as many fans called in demanding an explanation and reporters called in wanting an exclusive interview. SM thereby ordered all five members to remain in their apartment as they waited for the situation to die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the chaos outside was nothing compared to the tension brewing inside the apartment. A fight was about to break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you tell me?" Yunho commanded in cold anger as he threw the newspapers against the trio. "We could have work something out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work what, hyung?" Junsu replied. "You and I know that nothing would work better than a lawsuit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't even try!" Yunho shouted. "You just destroyed DBSK by suing SM. We tried so hard to gain this level of fame, and now it's all ruined by you three!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you blame us?" Yoochun screamed back. "We are only seeking for our own freedom. Is that a crime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho's eyes flashed dangerously and he threw a bowl of rice on the floor in anger. "By breaking apart DBSK to gain your so-called freedom, it's a crime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that single crash, the argument ended. By then, Junsu's and Yoochun's eyes were already brimming with tears of anger. Without a word, they got up and left the house quietly, slamming the door on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho sighed and sank into the sofa tiredly. Rubbing the skin between his eyes, he tried to alleviate the headache he could feel coming on soon. Jaejoong took a quick glance at Yunho worriedly before leaving the room to join the other two. It was best to leave Yunho alone at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after three minutes of silence with Changmin who had chose to remain silent all this while, Yunho asked the question that was burning on his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you join them? I'm sure that they asked you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence was his answer. Thinking that Changmin had not heard his question, he looked up to Changmin, thinking of repeating his question, until he caught something welling up in Changmin's eyes, something glistening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Changmin ahh." Yunho said gently as he stood up and hugged the youngest in his arms. "Don't cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not crying because of the quarrel just now." Changmin mumbled between hiccups. "I'm crying because I saw everything on that day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, Yunho pushed Changmin away. "You saw? Everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." confirmed Changmin. "I'm so sorry, Hyung."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho remained speechless and he seemed to be in another world while Changmin explained everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking by the room as usual. Jaejoong-hyung was wondering why it was taking you so long to talk with Soo Man-shii. He wanted me to go and hurry you up. I walked towards the room where you both were in and I saw it. Him beating you up for every mistake we made, whether it was for an out of tune note or a wrong dance move. I... I-'m sorry, H-yung."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho simply pulled Changmin in and resumed the previous embrace while Changmin cried his heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't bear to leave." Changmin said after he recovered himself and broke the embrace. "I knew they would punish you for it. If we left, I know that they would use it as another excuse to beat you up so I tried to persuade the others. But they wouldn't listen. They just wouldn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho stared at him in disbelief. "You told them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. Of course not." Changmin said in horror as he reassured Yunho. "I couldn't let your pride be more destroyed. I saw, hyung. Things that I was not supposed to see, things that were meant to be hidden. I saw more than I intended to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho said nothing in response but gazed longingly at the door which Jaejoong and the others had just left an hour ago.  Picking up Yunho's thoughts, Changmin reassured him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jaejoong and the rest still loves you. They won't hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I said all those horrible words just now, Changmin-ahh." Yunho whispered as he avoided Changmin's eyes in shame. "I said that their lawsuit broke us apart, when it didn't. How could they ever forgive me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were in anger. Words said in anger shouldn't be taken seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Changmin--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shh.." Changmin shushed Yunho and passed his cell phone to him instead. "Call them, then apologise. You'll see. Things will work out just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the phone hesitantly, Yunho punched in the numbers he knew too well. The phone rang for a few times before it was picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Jaejoong said politely into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing Jaejoong's voice, suddenly, Yunho could not say anything. Tears clogged up his throat as he recalled what he had said earlier. How could he ever have blamed Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun for breaking DBSK apart? It wasn't their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yunho." Jaejoong concluded after hearing deep breaths from the other end. "Aren't you gonna say something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." Yunho forced the words out of his throat. "I can't believe I said that. It was never your fault, not Yoochun's and Junsu's. I... I just wasn't thinking straight. I was just too angry, and I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho broke off at this point as silent tears flowed down his cheeks. How could he say those words? He was already breaking DBSK apart by saying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They don't blame you, Yunho. They know it was just words of anger, so stop crying." Jaejoong comforted gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I....just...come back. Come back please. I need you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You foolish Yunho. Just open the front door and you'll see us there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he thought it was impossible, Yunho opened the front door anyway. To his surprise, Jaejoong, Junsu and Yoochun were indeed outside. Changmin who was sweeping up the broken pieces of the rice bowl saw them and smiled widely in greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You... you... How?" Yunho was rendered speechless upon seeing them. How could they have been outside all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simple." Jaejoong answered his question for him. "We never left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Yunho's face turned pale. "You heard what Changmin said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've always known, Hyung." Junsu said with tears in his eyes. "That's why we wanted to leave with you. We thought it would allow you to escape from here forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Junsu..." Yunho was touched beyond words. "Yoochun... Jaejoong... You guys.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Don't start tearing up now." Yoochun teased as Yunho was about to cry once more. "We wouldn't want our strong leader to start crying would we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shut up." Jaejoong slapped Yoochun's shoulder playfully. "Can't you see he has been bearing it for so long? Let him let it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Changmin joined the four after disposing of the broken pieces and begin tickling Yunho unrelentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What's that for?" Yunho laughed while he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUN!" Changmin exclaimed and begin attacking Junsu. Junsu then attacked Yoochun who in returned attacked Jaejoong. A tickle fight thus ensued and the whole room was suddenly filled with the five's laughter and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after awhile, they all slumped down on the sofa in exhaustion as sweat dripped down their eyebrows. Yunho broke the silence first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, I decided you're right." Yunho said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About?" Jaejoong questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suing SM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others looked up at him in joy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could he mean--?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll hand in the papers tomorrow," Yunho decided. "with Changmin's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! I never said I was going to sue." Changmin protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As if you could leave us." Junsu said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least I'm not an annoying dolphin." Changmin retorted back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Changmin!" Jaejoong chided. "Manners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin merely sticked his tongue out at Jaejoong shamelessly before resuming insulting Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I swear, Yunho," Jaejoong grumbled. "Changmin's getting ruder each day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on." Yunho said as he kissed Jaejoong on the lips. "Ignore him. He survives by insulting the hell out of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all five of them laughed at Yunho's comment. It was true that Changmin loved teasing people so much that he would probably have died without it. It was just like how much he loved food, the same logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, tiredness gradually crept up to the five men and it was decided that all five would retire for the night, and go to their beds and sleep. As usual, Yoochun would be sleeping with Junsu and Changmin would have his own bed. And needless to say, Yunho and Jaejoong would share the same bed and cuddle each other to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in their hearts, a common thought surfaced before they drifted off to sleep: they are DBSK and they would not break that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3424405839823062599?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3424405839823062599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dedicated-to-all-dbsk-fans-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3424405839823062599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3424405839823062599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dedicated-to-all-dbsk-fans-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-7284153780998737301</id><published>2011-02-11T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:40:05.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/144853/blood-splatter-red-ink.jpg" width="450px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD! PAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied, once again. Why can't I stop believing you? Why can't I? Why can't you stop lying? You think this is protecting me, by hiding the fact that it truly affected you? Well, then you're wrong, dead wrong. I feel so fucking pissed right now I could kill you. And for once, I really wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disappoint me time and time again. Why? Why can't you stop it? I really don't understand. What's so great about that ugly guy? Why is it worth to cut yourself because of him? Yes, I know he's comforting, he's warm and he's caring. Hell, that was what attracted him to me in the first place, the feeling I get when I talked to him, as though I could talk to him about anything under the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, how could you do this? You told me that you would not do something as foolish as this again, but yet? You did it the next day. What is your problem? In fact, what's inside your fucking brain man? And the fact that you can break your promise with him, does he mean so little to you? HUH?! You answer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking irritated by all this nonsense. Everytime I trust you, this is what I get. Well, fucker, listen up, I'll not trust you anymore. IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Chee Han sent his greetings to you, fucker. He wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-7284153780998737301?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7284153780998737301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-lied-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7284153780998737301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7284153780998737301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-lied-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-3492005690911787947</id><published>2011-02-10T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T05:42:19.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6fwAIt9lUpY" width="500" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE THIS SONG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;And even if it states there DBSK, be reminded that there's only Yunho and Changmin inside. Further details, I won't say anymore. Haha. You wanna know what happened, you go Internet and research yourself. Internet is a very useful tool these days, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Got back qualifying tests results, and surprisingly, it's good. Okay, maybe not fabulous, but at least I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt; all my tests, so whatever. Haha. Unconcerned attitude. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone's positivity is finally rubbing off me, or maybe I'm just plain happy, but I feel more optimistic than before. This is the time, I think, when I can finally say that I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know that I said that I wanna break off all relations with Huayi, but I realised that there's no point. Haha. Why should I sacrifice my friends just to forget him. It makes no sense! So yeah, I shall stop talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/05/08/05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web.jpg?&amp;amp;k=Cross+at+Sunset" width="500px" height="390px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOVES ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that's enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-3492005690911787947?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3492005690911787947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-this-song-muahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3492005690911787947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/3492005690911787947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-this-song-muahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/6fwAIt9lUpY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-1792923141075484734</id><published>2011-02-08T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:47:15.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lovetohateme.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dbsk44.jpg" width="500px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DBSK, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; AS FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Keep The Faith. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/3628/da08d0f504227748dcc4745.jpg" width="500px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GO CASSIOPEIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's time to be strong and focus on things that really matter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I will do a picture spam of Yunho for his belated birthday once I have the time. GO YUNHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MEANWHILE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UfM4hC6nqY/S89VDbzGtCI/AAAAAAAAABg/qZhh0VvmNFc/s1600/yunjae_006.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUNJAE!! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-1792923141075484734?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1792923141075484734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dbsk-always-as-five-always-keep-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1792923141075484734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1792923141075484734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/dbsk-always-as-five-always-keep-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_0UfM4hC6nqY/S89VDbzGtCI/AAAAAAAAABg/qZhh0VvmNFc/s72-c/yunjae_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6936348094435777963</id><published>2011-02-04T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:09:17.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are things in life that I'll regret doing, and there are things in life that I will not regret doing. You know, after complaining so much about my section, about band and my studies, I realised I felt even more sad, not released as I expected. It's damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day of Chinese New Year but somehow, I don't feel happy. All I've been doing for this Chinese New Year is eating, drinking, and then eating some more. I don't feel a single ounce of happiness at all. In fact, I feel empty inside, like someone reached inside of me and scooped everything out. Weird, really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is full of weird things. I mean just today, I was talking to my sister about stuff I never imagined I would tell her. For once, I actually told her about stuff that really mattered to me, stuff that really plagued me, and even though her advice wasn't practical, it really cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining about the section to her, starting from the tuba, then all the way to the euphonium. She patiently listened, and then she gave me her advice: just tell everyone to fuck off. Okay, not useful advice, but still, it's nice to hear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. My sisters, they're really weird, lol. When I talk to my oldest sister, she'll tell me lots of practical advices, but none that she did for herself. When I talk to my older sister, she'll give me lots of impractical advice, advice that are not feasible, but somehow it cheers me up more. Haha. I know, I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just today, I finally really admitted to myself that maybe, maybe I really am not cut out to be a leader. I can't control my temper, I'm irresponsible, I get angry easily. Seriously, I have no leadership qualities, at least I don't see any. But yet, I still got this post called the section leader, and now, I have to motivate others to believe in me, and believe in the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you to believe in me, cause honestly, I see nothing to believe in. But you know, I really really want MCB to succeed. I don't care about the damn fucking medal anymore. Silver so? Bronze so? Yes, I obviously prefer silver, but get real! We can't get it. We're lousy, and we suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were my thoughts, until I realised that Mr Tan never once gave up on us. He never did. I always wondered why, why didn't he give up on MCB? Why didn't he? It was then that I recalled that his niece graduated from this band too, MCB. In that way, it actually formed a personal attachment for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us? What about me? What does MCB mean to me? After reflecting upon it, I found that I'm still unable to express how exactly I feel about it. So, I decided to use music to say how I feel. Below is the music that I feel expresses how I feel about MCB. I can't tell you how I feel, I really can't. Words just can't describe it. You just have to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/itKBV4aaEQk" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another video, that I was real touched when I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i0eIMnKev9M" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Yoshiki said behind really impacted me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you could have told me everything,&lt;br /&gt;you would have found what love is.&lt;br /&gt;If you could have told me what was on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;I would have shown you the way.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'm going to be older than you.&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought beyond that time.&lt;br /&gt;I've never imagined the pictures of that life.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will try to live for you, and for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to live, try to live with love, with dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and forever with tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6936348094435777963?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6936348094435777963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-are-things-in-life-that-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6936348094435777963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6936348094435777963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-are-things-in-life-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/itKBV4aaEQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6326579642526611780</id><published>2011-02-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:28:32.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://michaelscomments.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/scream2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AARGGGHHH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanted to scold that Elizabeth girl so damn badly la... If only my damn computer will allow...  ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... And the quarrel was already over already... so yeah... Kinda lame... DAMN! I didn't even participate in it... Can't it last longer?? *unhappy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scold so badly la!! WHY?! IT WAS MY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; SOURCE TO VENT MY FRUSTRATION!!! damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, sectionals sucked ttm.. Yes, I would use the words SUCK TO THE MAX. I won't talk about it anymore... I mean, what for? What's the point? Everybody wanna go their own way. I tell you to do this, you give me one thousand and one reasons why you can't do it. What for? Why can't you just listen to simple instructions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for you, how can you give up on your own junior? What is this? WHAT IS THIS MAN??!! Seniors giving up on juniors, ignoring juniors and not caring about their mistakes, or if they even bother to practice. SERIOUSLY MAN, DO YOU EVEN WANNA GO FOR SYF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Mr Tan take it? I really don't know how he can take this. I, for once, am really going crazy. I'M DAMN PISSED OFF LA! SUPER! I just can't forget the sound when I conducted sectionals... I really can't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault is it? Me, the section leader's? Or who? Seniors? I don't know. All I know is, I'm damn fucking pissed and my limit is reaching soon. I really had enough of this nonsense. Either you work hard, or you don't. You play it Mr Tan's way, or you bloody fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, what is so freaking difficult about listening to what others want for once?? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. And I CANT even vent my bloody anger on the shit girl... Elizabeth shit... DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST FUCK OFF MAN, THE LOT OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;那一句我爱你始终没说出口。。。&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6326579642526611780?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6326579642526611780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/aarggghhh-sighs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6326579642526611780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6326579642526611780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/aarggghhh-sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5144364710380834922</id><published>2011-01-29T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T05:14:52.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.netinstruments.com/pics/39664.jpg" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the exchange, it really made me realised something. It doesn't matter how well you play. You only have one chance. Do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that it was not possible to play well. I thought that the Japanese were of a higher level than us, and that we will never be able to attain their standard. However, after hearing Yuying, I am forced to admit that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're good, damn bloody good. I can clearly hear the difference between December and now. Seems like MCB's the only one not progressing huh? After hearing Yuying play, I couldn't bear to hear the other bands, I just plugged in Sheryl's phone and started to hear Taishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I totally tune out my surroundings and focus on Taishan, I instantly understood what Mr Tan meant when he said we can get a gold on this song. The song is just so beautiful! The rhythm, the tempo, and the melodies... I fell in love with it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what good band songs can do to you. They make you love it again and again. Everytime you hear it, it's a different experience, a different feeling. Man, I almost cried la. I don't know why also, but it was like I finally feel the song. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to do anything but my best right now. I haven't been giving it my best shot, and I am freaking pissed at myself for that. Who's to make up for the lost time? NOBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF, it's really do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and to the only Huayi band member, if you happen to be reading my blog, today Huayi's playing is really bad, but I know you'll do better next time. Just remember, don't panic!! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and up till now, nobody knew that I was lying and I still am btw.. guys, just stop trusting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5144364710380834922?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5144364710380834922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-always-get-what-you-want-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5144364710380834922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5144364710380834922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-dont-always-get-what-you-want-being.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4391348520906438232</id><published>2011-01-28T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:03:34.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I detest lying to myself, and even more so to others. All I can say is, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4391348520906438232?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4391348520906438232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-detest-lying-to-myself-and-even-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4391348520906438232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4391348520906438232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-detest-lying-to-myself-and-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6938957154021642832</id><published>2011-01-27T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T06:56:21.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School life is really killing me, and it doesn't help that you're in the supposingly BEST class of your school. I feel stupid. Everyone else are like so smart, only me. I don't get any shit la. Worse still, my used to be best subject turned out to be the worst in sec 4. And it doesn't help that my ionic equations got called CMI. So much for Chemistry being my best subject. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everything sia. Fuck the qualifying tests, fuck my results, and fuck the fact that I don't get physics, AT ALL! Seriously man, everything is pissing me off, and we're only talking about studies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA, worst tuba player in section, and I'm the SECTION LEADER! Zai, right? I hate it sia. Why I cannot tongue fast enough? *sorry Junrong* Why my tone quality not good enough? AND WHY DO I SOUND LIKE SHIT??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn damn. I NEED TO DESTRESS before I go crazy. *takes deep gulps of air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kawaiilovekiki.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dbsk_20090427_seoulbeats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DBSK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;My only source of destress right now. Even band's stressing me out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sighs. I just freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Your actions really makes me think that you're a retard on top of a bitch. You think we're the only ones unhappy? No, we're not! And yet, you simply removed us from your friends on Facebook, the ones who chose to voice out their unhappiness. Well, get this, fucker, I also don't wanna be your friend, and it should have been me who removed you, not the other way round. BITCH! And to think that I thought my anger at you has dissipated.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6938957154021642832?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6938957154021642832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-life-is-really-killing-me-and-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6938957154021642832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6938957154021642832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-life-is-really-killing-me-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8556348259280644347</id><published>2011-01-26T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T03:10:24.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ayumi10689.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/jaejoong_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY  BIRTHDAY JAEJOONG!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please be with Yunho always, and remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU'RE PART OF TVXQ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;YUNJAE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;YUNJAE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;YUNJAE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAEJOONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAEJOONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAEJOONGIE~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAEJOONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;WOOTSSSS :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YUNHO'S &lt;/span&gt;DEAREST JAEJOONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;STAY HAPPY FOREVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and since you can't see your leader-shii now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asianpopcorn.com/battle_images/Jung_Yunho_DBSK__15072009151019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HE'S HERE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I KNOW YOU LOVE IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;NOW HURRY UP AND GET BACK TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;WE MISS YUNJAE!!! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8556348259280644347?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8556348259280644347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-jaejoong-please-be-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8556348259280644347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8556348259280644347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-jaejoong-please-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-4991331870323118288</id><published>2011-01-23T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T06:35:10.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gVr_cM_d55I" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早知道提起你我还会哭，我就不会说了。明明说好不哭了，为什么我还会暗暗偷泣呢？我真的很失败，对不起。早知会落到这种地步，当初就不应该把你带回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说，时间会让人忘记，但我总觉得我被骗了。时间不但没有淡忘一切，反而像是在一道伤口，深深地提醒着我失去你的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念真的是一个会呼吸的痛，如今我终于了解了。虽然我还是像个正常的人活着，但我心里仿佛已经死了，能呼吸又有什么用？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己像个傻瓜般，怎么学也学不会放手。我真的很笨！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-4991331870323118288?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4991331870323118288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4991331870323118288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/4991331870323118288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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://img.youtube.com/vi/gVr_cM_d55I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2312541581833689826</id><published>2011-01-22T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:20:19.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just coming back from church alone, and I just thought, what defines leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must a leader have? What must a leader do? What is expected of a leader? All those questions just kept popping in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use Yunho as an example then. He's the leader of DBSK, a k-pop group, and I really admire him. I think he's a great leader. He always look after his members, making sure they're safe and well-fed, motivating them when they lose their faith, he's just cool. And the point is, people listen to him. The members listen to him, and respect him as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example, Yoke Ching, the ex-ex section leader of MCB tuba/eupho section. She also motivates me to practice without scolding or ranting. She gains respect from her section members, us, and we listen to her. Whatever she commands, we do and don't question. So, I was just thinking, how did she manage that? How could she do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to be a great leader, I have my own interpretation. In my view, a leader should never cry in front of their members. If your juniors or the people you're going to lead see you crying, they will feel disheartened themselves and will not be motivated to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think leaders should be able to do whatever they asked of the people they're leading. If you want them to do it, you gotta show them that you yourself can do it. If you cannot do it yourself, then how can you expect others to do it? It'll be unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders should always bear in mind that they're leaders, and with great power comes great responsibility. To me, being a leader doesn't mean that you're not allowed to make mistakes. Humans are not perfect. Everybody makes mistakes. But being a leader means admitting your mistakes, apologizing for it, and moving on. That is true leadership in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody can go around and say they want to be a leader, but can they do it? Can they live up to the high expectations and handle the crazy amount of stress? Being a leader is not easy, it really isn't. Imagine smiling on the outside when all you wanna do is cry. Imagine telling others it'll be okay when you know it really isn't gonna be. Imagine pushing yourself to your limits while others don't appreciate your efforts. That's what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though that is said, I believe that leaders are chosen for a reason. You are chosen because people believe in your abilities, because you have potential. If that is not the case, then why are some people chosen to be leaders but some are not? Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership is never easy, but never give up. Once you give up, the fight is lost. I believe that every junior can be taught in this world. If one method doesn't work, then try another. If that one doesn't work either, then try others. Even if you have to try a billion times, never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give up on your juniors, then your juniors will really die, so as a leader the first thing you must do is to never give up. Always keep the faith and believe in your juniors, and never lose the hope. Hope can do funny things to people; it can make you feel happy when it's there, but make you feel sad when it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you deprive yourself of the chance of even hoping, then the miracle obviously won't happen. Miracles comes from believing, and hard work. If you believe, miracles will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I type this random shit. I don't know either. I just hope that this reaches out to those already/up-coming leaders that are afraid or scared that they are not capable enough. In a way, it is for myself to read and not lose hope either. Remember, the worse thing a senior can do to a junior is to give up on them. No matter how rebellious they may seem, never lose the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, you are disheartened by Zhao Yi's attitude, and you think she will never improve, so you gave up on her. But you are wrong. See, take Jason as an example. His attitude sucks, and he is always not concentrating, but look at him now. Haven't you heard him practicing by himself when nobody asked him too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Michelle were damn touched, I know. But what I really wanna drill into your head is that Zhao Yi can do that too. She is not unreasonable nor immature. In fact, she's rather mature and sensible. Yes, she may sound a little rude at times for her straightforwardness, but it's just her flaws. Everybody has them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why Jason is like that now, I believe, is really not my credit to take. He wanted to improve his tuba skills, thus he practiced. It is that simple. Don't give me credit when I didn't do a thing. All I did was to keep believing, and he proved me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; junior is impossible to teach, just like how nobody is perfect. I believe in that and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough part about being a leader is not the high expectations or amount of stress. It is to remain positive regardless of the adversities, motivate your members to practice, and to never lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I think, makes a true leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2312541581833689826?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2312541581833689826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-just-coming-back-from-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2312541581833689826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2312541581833689826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-just-coming-back-from-church.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2427284645181862666</id><published>2011-01-18T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:48:41.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY-YWF18k8g/TTW8DpiaU1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HdYaGSJMTuI/s1600/si%2Ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY-YWF18k8g/TTW8DpiaU1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HdYaGSJMTuI/s400/si%2Ben.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563559685561930578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIE SI EN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the best for this year, and as a birthday present.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs316.ash1/27980_122595894447572_122481184459043_108698_2354001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YUNJAE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Keep The YunJae Faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I should be sleeping now. See, Si En? I purposely stayed till 12am to wish you a happy birthday. Thank me, kay? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've learnt the art of tuning you out. Call me a genius or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicated to Si En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneshot:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho fumed as he recalled Jaejoong's hands on Yoochun. They both were literally flirting in public for Pete's sake! Wild with jealously, he stormed out of the studio into the pouring rain outside. He knew Jaejoong was getting back at him for ignoring him for the past few months and it hurt real bad. But it was meant to be a surprise. He could not show it to him now. Damn Jaejoong for not understanding his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho was just in the middle of strings of curses when a car that sped by him gave him a holy shower. He was drenched from head to toe. Cursing his luck once again, he tried to wring the rain water out of his clothes but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, damn it!" Yunho bellowed as he kicked a can on the floor. "Kim Jaejoong, what exactly have you done to me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just about to grumble further when he realised that unconsciously, he had walked from the pavement into the middle of the road. Because of his reckless actions, cars were forced to brake and the road was jammed. Sensing the growing irritation of the drivers, Yunho quickly stepped out of the way and dash to the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAMN YOU, KIM JAEJOONG!" He was lucky that today was the BIG day, or he would have really gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys," Jaejoong questioned the three other members. "Have you seen Yunho?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I look like Yunho's bodyguard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three replies came back almost simultaneously and Jaejoong could only sigh. It was as usual. Nobody knew where Yunho went. Apparently, their dear leader-shii did not make it a point to announce his whereabouts. It has always been like that and he suspected Yunho was not intending to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That bad habit is definitely going,&lt;/span&gt; Jaejoong thought. Yunho will just have to learn that people need to know where he is or they'll worry. Really, for a person who has dated and got dumped 5 times, he's real clueless about this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Jaejoong's thoughts were abruptly broken when a drenched Yunho chose to make a grand entry by breaking down their new fixed door. Splinters flew everywhere and there was a hollow space left where the door once existed. Without even glancing at the rest of the three, Yunho dragged Jaejoong out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There goes the door." Junsu commented unfeelingly. "How many doors is he gonna break before he finally understands that he can just open it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha. He was just anxious to see his "BooJae". You can't really blame him, Su. Jaejoong was really driving him mad. Besides, you would have done that for your girlfriend too." Yoochun chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu said nothing as his cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope that Jaejoong won't think that Yunho is ignoring him on purpose though." Changmin said as he attempted to carry on the conversation. "Jaejoong has a rather wild imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you kidding? Jaejoong was damn glad when he saw Yunho!" Yoochun exclaimed. "That face of his, it was EPIC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho pushed Jaejoong into an empty dance studio in the company and slammed the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, dance for me the dance steps for Mirotic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Is that why you drag me here?" Jaejoong inquired, starting to get a bit upset. "To dance Mirotic dance steps for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If not? What can you do in a dance studio? Sleep?" Yunho replied sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU IDIOT!" Jaejoong bellowed. "After doing so much, you still haven't got it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable by now, Jaejoong continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You always treat your friends better than me, and yet, I'm your boyfriend while they're your friends. Are your friends more important than your boyfriend? I'm not asking you to choose between us, but damn it. TREAT ME BETTER, IDIOT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jaejoong stood there panting for breath while he glared at Yunho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That dense idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could have just told me you know." Yunho said after Jaejoong finally regained his breath. "I don't like you making use of Yoochun and lowering yourself this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you have listened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm serious. All this while, I wasn't hanging out with my friends as I led you to think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho then pulled something out from his pocket behind his back and passed it to Jaejoong. It was a beautiful handmade apron. Jaejoong's eyes widened when he saw the apron in his hands and his eyes misted over with tears. The word "YunJae" was sewed onto the apron and there were heart shapes strewn everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yunho..." Jaejoong spoke after awhile, tears of happiness leaking out of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait." Yunho put up a hand to stop him. "There's more to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a clap from Yunho, the other three band members rushed into the studio, pushing a piano along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling towards the other three in gratitude, Yunho calmed his nerves down and walked to the piano. He adjusted the microphone on the piano and placed his fingers on the ivory white keys. Slowly, he begin to play the opening notes of one of their songs. Opening his mouth, he sang with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love, now there's only one person in the world in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the only one, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only you bring me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the sad nights, shining like a star in the sky above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong's eyes widen in recognition while Yunho's voice and piano playing continued to resonate throughout the whole room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality never goes as well as I think it will (oh yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always lived among lies and errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That time, you suddenly opened the door to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You came swooping down, an angel (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my miracle Only you can change my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My girl, though I love you very much, I can't convey my feelings well... I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm growing afraid that someday, you'll disappear to somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving behind a single feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even so...even if I get hurt, you smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for your sake I'll go on living oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I wish everyday for this to last an eternity, it will go with the wind (maybe will go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if I lose everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you (just you), only you, are by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However bad the storm, I could get through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my miracle, I want a future with you for only myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My girl, if these feelings reach you.. say your answer is 'yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I was able to meet you on this vast earth, it's destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May these happy days continue on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you, I'll search for dreams for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my miracle only you can change my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My girl, even though I love you very much, I can't say it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for that...oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise you forever, only you... oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song slowly came to an end with the last few notes played. Touched beyond words, Jaejoong could only gaped widely at Yunho. Taking that opportunity, Yunho knee-led down on one leg and held out a ring box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kim Jaejoong, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong only nodded violently and locked Yunho in a tight embrace while the other members cheered. After a long while, Yunho broke the embrace unwillingly and turned to Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You knew of my plans and yet you still allow Jaejoong to flirt with you? Especially when you know I'm such a possessive freak?" Yunho questioned Yoochun harshly. "What were you thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that he was in deep shit, Yoochun dashed out of the studio with Yunho hot on his heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAH! PARK YOO CHUN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that day onwards, Yoochun swore that he would stay 10m radius away from Jaejoong. Yunho was just too formidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2427284645181862666?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2427284645181862666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-xie-si-en.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2427284645181862666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2427284645181862666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-xie-si-en.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_TY-YWF18k8g/TTW8DpiaU1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HdYaGSJMTuI/s72-c/si%2Ben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8184923823487640813</id><published>2011-01-16T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:12:39.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1387.snc4/163967_1586503701123_1191700054_31343083_6261311_n.jpg" width="400px" height="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEK JUN RONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Wish you the best of luck in everything that you do, and for God's sake, treasure your sec three life!!! JIAYOUS. You can do it. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I let myself believe that miracles could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause now I have to pretend that I don't really care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8184923823487640813?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8184923823487640813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-pek-jun-rong-wish-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8184923823487640813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8184923823487640813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-pek-jun-rong-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-2401391244364595650</id><published>2011-01-14T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T04:24:40.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1236.snc4/156828_474351089022_713714022_5841167_3063813_n.jpg" width="400px" height="400px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TUBA SECTION IS AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're improving and learning, well, with the exception of Tim Lin, as he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; does his QM stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, Jason's attitude really improved a lot, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this poly shit, and all the obstacles, I realised my love for band has strengthened, and so has my love for my section and my members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY ROCK! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, sec four life is crazy. It really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. With the teachers harping on O levels and stuff like that, band's the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes. Other times, band's the one making me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, band's what makes life full of life and I'm real glad that I've joined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I made it through after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more months to SYF. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE CAN DO THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-2401391244364595650?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2401391244364595650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-tuba-section-is-awesome-theyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2401391244364595650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/2401391244364595650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-tuba-section-is-awesome-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5025355632419511019</id><published>2011-01-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:33:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, tired, tired and tired. But somehow I still can find time to blog, lol. Sighs. Really worried for my results now, especially when our sec four pure sciences did not perform well this time. Man! They make us stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to get a F9 for Physics O level. I want to be part of the people who jumped from D7 to B3. But, is it possible? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed over studies, and DBSK. As for CCA, haha, sectionals are kinda okay now that I've talked to them. They know that they must work hard now, so I'm kinda happy, especially when people say that Jason got improve. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Hui's pissed at bassoon so she's gonna send her over to me, after all, I've offered to teach her cause I know she's a handful and bassoon's parts are real similar to euphonium. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of euphonium, I just feel that they're not improving. I wish I really knew how to conduct sectionals properly. Maybe the ex seniors were right, my section IS the most problematic section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is from now on, I know I gotta work real hard. Jiayous, Amelia, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to give up, you guys proved to me that you could do it, and gave me reason to carry on. MY SECTION, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now that I look back, I can see clearly what a fool I had made of myself. Liking you, suffering because of you, man, I'm thankful it's over now. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5025355632419511019?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5025355632419511019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/recently-tired-tired-and-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5025355632419511019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5025355632419511019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/recently-tired-tired-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-1741233234733099094</id><published>2011-01-12T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:21:47.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER PEKCEK SUPER PEKCEK SUPER PEKCEK SUPER PEKCEK SUPER PEKCEK SUPER PEKCEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD MAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAN, WHY ARE THE FIVE OF THEM NOT TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING DEPRESSED AND DO SOMETHING MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO SOMETHING!!!!!!! FOR MOTHERFUCKING PETE'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN. I THOUGHT DBSK WOULD CHEER ME UP BUT NO, IT LANDED ME IN A FRENZY OF ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT DBSK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ME, DBSK WILL &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt; WILL BE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAEJOONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGMIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOOCHUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT ONE PERSON LESS, OR ONE PERSON MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBSK &lt;/span&gt;IS FIVE &lt;/span&gt;AND WILL &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; REMAIN AS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSIOPEIA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS KEEP THE DAMN FAITH MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-1741233234733099094?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1741233234733099094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-pekcek-super-pekcek-super-pekcek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1741233234733099094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1741233234733099094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-pekcek-super-pekcek-super-pekcek.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8517188182856245422</id><published>2011-01-10T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:18:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much protests, too much obstacles. Should I just give it all up? That, I really don't know. Sometimes I feel like quitting, but every single time, I always get haunted by my dreams. Actually, I know what my heart's trying to tell me, but now, I'm just ignoring it so I can focus on other things. I'm probably not making sense now but maybe it's cause my emotions are conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love band, and I really wanna stay, but will I be able to hold on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8517188182856245422?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8517188182856245422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-much-protests-too-much-obstacles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8517188182856245422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8517188182856245422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-much-protests-too-much-obstacles.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-6111221090961745393</id><published>2011-01-09T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:20:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v80NCILlYj8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v80NCILlYj8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl I swear&lt;br /&gt;I’m never going through this again&lt;br /&gt;I know that you thought you’d win&lt;br /&gt;And before I give you another try&lt;br /&gt;I’d die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love won’t make you cry or ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh why&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll deny my heart cause&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Why try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so cold&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care about you and I&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m walkin out this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There you go&lt;br /&gt;Tryna tell me how to be a man&lt;br /&gt;When that’s something you just&lt;br /&gt;don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to bring your&lt;br /&gt;truth to light&lt;br /&gt;No lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love won’t make you&lt;br /&gt;cry or ask why&lt;br /&gt;Oh why&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll deny my heart cause&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Why try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so cold&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care about you and I&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m walkin out this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is gone&lt;br /&gt;My heart is strong&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is gone&lt;br /&gt;My heart is strong&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;And you’re so cold&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care about you and I&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;You won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m walkin out this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it go let it go let it go&lt;br /&gt;Girl because your heart is empty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JYJ – Empty Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Credits: http://www.hotnewsonglyrics.com/jyj-empty-lyrics.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-6111221090961745393?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6111221090961745393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-i-swear-im-never-going-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6111221090961745393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/6111221090961745393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-i-swear-im-never-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-1126889128183564069</id><published>2011-01-07T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:46:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She stood there, staring at the rusty old mirror, her thoughts all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror was murky, and her reflection was distorted. She couldn't see anything clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the dust cleared and she was able to see what the mirror was showing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those good memories she had with the one thing she loved played back in the mirror, like a video tape playing in the cassette player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressing a weak grin, she thought of all the good memories, and how much she had enjoyed herself back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the mirror images begin to change, and all those times that she had suffered and cried were seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the bad memories with the one thing she had loved, tears begin to fall from her cheeks. Her resolve is strengthened, and she knew what she must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do it, I can do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging back the hammer she had in her hand, she smashed it into the mirror. Cracks appeared in the mirror, and soon, it shattered into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did it, I really did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to herself, she stared at her work of art; the broken pieces that marked her success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is destroyed. All the bad memories are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the broken pieces and placed them in a urn before locking it in a safe which key she has thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They now can never be retrieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up, she wiped the tears away from her cheeks and looked up to the bright sun. The one thing that she had loved was destroyed and now she could finally begin a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the dawn of a new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-1126889128183564069?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1126889128183564069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-stood-there-staring-at-rusty-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1126889128183564069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/1126889128183564069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/she-stood-there-staring-at-rusty-old.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-8081642599206811357</id><published>2011-01-05T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:19:18.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School should just go fuck itself and ram its head against the wall.  Full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess the only good thing about school is that it forces me not to think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-8081642599206811357?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8081642599206811357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-should-just-go-fuck-itself-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8081642599206811357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/8081642599206811357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-should-just-go-fuck-itself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-7483149588536382370</id><published>2011-01-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:57:47.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XPSc1RRxPZk/SuaLw0b4JzI/AAAAAAAACAo/wI2VHv2bG8g/s400/709.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite telling myself to not care, unconsciously, i still do. pathetic shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan said i can anyhow shuffle tuba to any person. but, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;section leader, what does it mean? to be in charge of the section? to take care of the section? i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheryl wrote on her blog, then she cannot feel the closeness in mcb. well, i can't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but man, all this feelings are driving me mad. confusion regarding section and every damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssh. whatever man. screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i know you're trying, but i don't want to try anymore. i'm sorry, but let's just let this friendship die, shall we?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-7483149588536382370?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7483149588536382370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/despite-telling-myself-to-not-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7483149588536382370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/7483149588536382370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/despite-telling-myself-to-not-care.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</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/_XPSc1RRxPZk/SuaLw0b4JzI/AAAAAAAACAo/wI2VHv2bG8g/s72-c/709.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359828505241637571.post-5207328390297613111</id><published>2011-01-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:12:04.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.jhocy.com/graphics/broken2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;HEARTS GET BROKEN, THOUGHTS ARE DISTORTED,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF UNWANTED FEELINGS, AND UNREQUITED LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you start to feel, the other party gets the upper hand. That's what that's preventing me from achieving success, unwanted feelings. Regardless of him, or my section, or whatever shit out there, I came to this conclusion that we're better off without feelings, at least unwanted ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said guys can be classified into idiots, jerks and acceptable? Now, I just think guys are a category by themselves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're just guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no offence intended to the only male reader of this blog.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's totally not worth my time to be thinking about this. I gotta work hard for both band and studies. Jiayous to myself, lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I CAN DO IT, as long as you're not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2359828505241637571-5207328390297613111?l=darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5207328390297613111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-not-worth-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5207328390297613111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2359828505241637571/posts/default/5207328390297613111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darknessreignsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-not-worth-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15889637996689103159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
