<?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-3761587</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:48:59.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cigAweEdpaKke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-83871963</id><published>2002-11-01T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T08:29:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talked to someone special today. her name's nina&lt;br /&gt; it's been so long since we last got to talk. . .&lt;br /&gt;i dunno but even if she belongs to deonne now. &lt;br /&gt;she's still the same nina i know. the sweet, funny, comfy girl,&lt;br /&gt;and someone i could confide myself to. &lt;br /&gt;im so glad that things are goin favorably with her. &lt;br /&gt;i wish she and deonne would last. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still her smilin face, im sure she's grown far more beautiful now. &lt;br /&gt;she's inlove :)  i hope the guy knows how lucky he is. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* nina... i owe ya big tym, thanks a lot, you're the best! *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-83871963?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83871963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83871963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83871963' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-83868302</id><published>2002-11-01T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T05:48:36.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw her.... she was standin right there lookin at me...&lt;br /&gt;as i moved towards where she's standin', &lt;br /&gt;she smiled at me... &lt;br /&gt;her eyes glittered like stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that very moment...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to melt before her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she  looked as beautiful as she did before... &lt;br /&gt;i cld still remember that day..&lt;br /&gt;when things were just too unclear for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt tears rushin down my cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;then i realized...i love her....&lt;br /&gt;but i can never have her....&lt;br /&gt;the way she had me.&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/3761587-83868302?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83868302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83868302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83868302' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-83867942</id><published>2002-11-01T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T05:30:14.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;before i get off sch&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get married&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have kids&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i want a family&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;my own....&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;soon....&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;like how soon?&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;like in a year&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i just wana  hve my own family&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;time is too short to waste it&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;baby.. you will have one..bt i cnt really tell ya when&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;im sure ull be a great dad smeday but we dunno when tht'd be...&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;i knw&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;someday-- it sounds too far... too long&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;ull never really know..&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;it may seem tht way now..&lt;br /&gt;[-012-] says:&lt;br /&gt;bt who knows?&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;`sides...&lt;br /&gt;¦³¤H¥½Ð¹ says:&lt;br /&gt;ur not ready for nethin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-83867942?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83867942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83867942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83867942' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-83867782</id><published>2002-11-01T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T05:21:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been awhile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-83867782?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83867782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/83867782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83867782' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82955816</id><published>2002-10-14T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T04:12:06.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well obviously it's my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82955816?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82955816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82955816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82955816' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82834682</id><published>2002-10-11T06:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T06:19:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>writing is all about having to say something and saying it with sense.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say, and dont think id ever make `ne sense.&lt;br /&gt;(what am i doing here?!?) {dissolve}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82834682?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82834682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82834682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82834682' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82792348</id><published>2002-10-10T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T10:33:20.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY &lt;br /&gt;--words and music by :&lt;br /&gt;bruce hart&lt;br /&gt;stephen lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, I don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;you take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;you're every song I sing,&lt;br /&gt;you're the music that I play...&lt;br /&gt;And you take my breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, y'smile and it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;like water from a spring&lt;br /&gt;on a sizzlin' summer day,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, y'take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are words,&lt;br /&gt;for the magic of a sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;only none of them will do..&lt;br /&gt;For you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Cause you take my breath away.......&lt;br /&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/3761587-82792348?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82792348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82792348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82792348' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82783038</id><published>2002-10-10T04:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T06:52:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always been the kind of child who does what my parents want. so basically, everything i do is based on their decisions. there was only once in my life that i've gone against them, and that was when i decided to indulge in a tough sport... i knew it involved a big risk, it is very alarming for my condition. but thinking that i could do it, i didnt mind their reminders and the physician's precautions. everything got worst and it was all my fault. i was too hard headed. it came off my mind that i was ill. and i couldnt be like the rest of the kids out there who could do whatever they want and as long as they want to. i've always envied my friends, i was always teased - a mum's boy. i considered myself a prisoner within my parents tight grip. i never thought all that they were doing was for me and because they love me so much... til a year ago... &lt;br /&gt;if not for them, i wouldnt be here right now, facing this screen, blabbing these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a heart defficiency since i was a kid. i was always sick then... that was few years back, during my weakling years. last year i've gone through a heart surgery which made a big difference in my life. now, i am a new person, and my heart is functioning well. though i still need to visit the doctor once in a while. i couldnt believe that i've gone this far. just a year ago, i thought everything would come to an end. i never thought i'd ever reach 17 years old. in a few days it's gonna be my birthday, but no one seem to care. but i dont give a damn, personally my one year of new life is a big gift and i hope i'd have more years to spend in this life. reaching 17 is a big deal of achievement for me. if i ahd lost all my hopes before, thinking i would die, it's way far different now. i have more faith and i no longer believe in the word {impossible} . as far as i know, anything could happen... anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;even if it'd mean... i might die tomorrow and never see the day i'm looking forward to... i'd always be grateful and thankful i had my mom and dad as well as my siblings. &lt;br /&gt;one year's been  like forever. i learned so much. how to be friendly to other people, to appreciate my blessings... to show my gratitude and affection {hiding `em dsnt do any good}. if i would die tomorrow or later, this is what i could say. {i lived, loved, was loved and cared for... everything might not have been perfect, but it was all well, and i will die happy."&lt;br /&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/3761587-82783038?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82783038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82783038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82783038' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82779552</id><published>2002-10-10T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T02:14:39.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wew everyone's thinkin that i've changed. *confused* did i?&lt;br /&gt;i havent really noticed though. but it's so overwhelming to be told&lt;br /&gt;that i've become a mature and better person.&lt;br /&gt;( does that take away my right to be childish and mean? )&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/3761587-82779552?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82779552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82779552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82779552' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82742422</id><published>2002-10-09T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T06:46:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's awful not to be loved, it's the worst thing in the world says:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;font color ="#ccc"&gt;you are like a man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awful not to be loved, it's the worst thing in the world says:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;font color ="#ccc"&gt;what you can you are childish., you are already not childish&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awful not to be loved, it's the worst thing in the world says:&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;font color ="#ccc"&gt;i think so  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awful not to be loved, it's the worst thing in the world says:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;font color ="#ccc"&gt;are u hiding nowadays??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;font color ="#ccc"&gt;you hided from mom before&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cOiLed says:&lt;br /&gt;i am not&lt;br /&gt;cOiLed says:&lt;br /&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/3761587-82742422?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82742422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82742422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82742422' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82729216</id><published>2002-10-09T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T02:51:54.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finished talking to my friend hye-eun. she's a korean girl. we havent talked for so long. she's in school right now so we didnt really got to talk that much since she's got classes. her alias caught my attention. instead of a nick or a name it said.."it's awful not to be loved, it's the worst thing in this world" well, she's right. it's hard to be alone, everyone needs to be loved and to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82729216?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82729216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82729216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82729216' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82680721</id><published>2002-10-08T05:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T05:09:16.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 6 days it'll be my 17th birthday. mom and dad promised me that they're comin` here to spend that special day with me but then she called awhile ago to tell me somethin came up and they probably wont be here. its gonna be my first birthday witj ilac if ever. but then i guess id have to wait til next year. mom and dad werent there duing my 15th birthday. last year i was ill during that day. and now? ill have to spend it all alone. what could be worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`neway to all mah friends, kins, and acquaintances... dnt ya forget mah presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82680721?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82680721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82680721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82680721' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82680718</id><published>2002-10-08T05:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T05:08:48.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babyface&lt;br /&gt;Title: Nobody Knows It But Me&lt;br /&gt;Album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i had told her&lt;br /&gt; how i feel&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'd be here&lt;br /&gt; right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend that im glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls close in more everyday&lt;br /&gt;And im dyin inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;yeah hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown i put on a show&lt;br /&gt;Paint it real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And im crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt i say&lt;br /&gt;The things i needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could i let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;But your no where around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely and the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And i just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And im missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Mm ya mmm ya ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when im broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And im nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;And im tremblin inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie awake its a quarter past 3&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream it at night if I thought you'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Ya my heart is callin you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can i get&lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle its been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;A million words couldnt say&lt;br /&gt;Just how i feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know i'll be loving you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And i just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And im missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah oooooooo yeah ay ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, nobody but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning im hitting the dusty road&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you where ever&lt;br /&gt;ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;And im gonna unlaod my heart&lt;br /&gt;And hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya said when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely and the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And i just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And im missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me (repeat 3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82680718?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82680718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82680718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82680718' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82627893</id><published>2002-10-07T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T04:00:09.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhmm...  *seals mah lips *ties mah hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82627893?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82627893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82627893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82627893' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82461838</id><published>2002-10-03T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T09:48:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess its time to bounce off. this has been a tiring day. 'been doing too much stuff on this weblog. a new background -- what else? &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i dont get to document the ongoing events in my life anymore. *grin. well, it's far better talking about other stuff than my life itself, &lt;br /&gt;i'd probably just piss off and bore everyone who'd get to visit this blog. i dotn posess the talent of pleasing everyone, i could hardly please one person even. that's how rotten i am. my mum adores me though *smiles and i know i'll always be her baby. yeah, i am getting kinda mushy here. just happened that i got to talk to my [mum] a few mins ago on the phone, and im so glad about it.&lt;br /&gt;it sux to be to far away from home y`knw... but this is how grown-ups should be, right? i'm one of those who are strugglin` to be indepenmdent. i miss [bb] he's such a cute lil furry hamster. a girl friend gaved him to me as a token of friendship. he was such a lil baby hamster... i remember bathin` him and my sister givin` him a blower to dry him up and sneezin and getting sniffles when i play with him too much.... at this point he's grown already. [lucy], that's the name of the girl hamster my mom bought to be bb's playmate--is about to have a baby. that means bb's gonna be dad soon. *phew*  i wonder when i'd be... *lol (uhh... dream on stef... ) &lt;br /&gt;gotta hit mah bed---- its early -- in the morn.&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/3761587-82461838?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82461838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82461838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82461838' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82458558</id><published>2002-10-03T04:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T09:53:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my guestbook problem was fixed, but heck i wonder what's wrong with the comments link!?! :S duh...  is there no end to all these stupid problems?  but newayz its ok, id get to fix this in no time.  all that matters is that my blog doest look as boring as before... &lt;br /&gt;though cnt say it dsnt suck nemore. *evil grin* it still does right?&lt;br /&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/3761587-82458558?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82458558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82458558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82458558' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82399065</id><published>2002-10-01T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T09:55:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so bored.... too serious discussions, professors that dnt naturally suck --- !did &gt;&gt; lessons became less interesting and i wonder why everyone seemed too quiet like they have so much to ponder about and i dont? my brain is not working right (when was it that it did anyway?!?)  ! im totally blank (oh-oh!) ?it cldnt be true! does my brain really grows smaller than a pea during mondays&lt;br /&gt;! this isnt funny anymore ...the games i used to play a lot dsnt seem fun to play at all &gt;&gt; even my appetite is suxxx -- they had this ostrich dish that i really love served .and i dont even have a litlle liking for it &gt;&gt; . im sickkkkkk !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; is everything in my world growing dull or it's just me ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe i just miss her  *sigh*&lt;br /&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/3761587-82399065?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82399065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82399065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82399065' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82396520</id><published>2002-10-01T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T09:58:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, this weblog kinda looks difft already-- after all the experimenting done. though i hafta figure out this thing about my guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;its definitely not workin` right! mannnnnnnnn....... and this archiving thingie is pissin me off.  help anyone?!? &lt;br /&gt;and by the way, to all those others who think my weblog suxx {who said it doesnt?}  and that it dsnt make any sense and i dont have the inclination for writing...{ well who does? }  as far as i know anyone can write anything and anyone cld suck! {just like me}  wanna ask ya guys to help me out! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&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/3761587-82396520?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82396520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82396520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82396520' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82356786</id><published>2002-10-01T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T07:02:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell all my friends I'm dead &lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you, this time its for good &lt;br /&gt;tell all my friends that I'm dead &lt;br /&gt;it won't be long before you forget my name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell &lt;br /&gt;that I don't know myself &lt;br /&gt;I need someone to remind me &lt;br /&gt;to let it go &lt;br /&gt;please let me know &lt;br /&gt;to trace your footsteps back to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;::newfoundglory::forgetmyname::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82356786?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82356786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82356786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82356786' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82355478</id><published>2002-10-01T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T05:57:50.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the devil is here........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; im horny.. im horny horny horny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82355478?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82355478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82355478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82355478' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82307773</id><published>2002-09-30T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T10:00:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh--- havent blogged for quite a while. been busy with sch and other stuff. too many things happened too fast. nearly broke up with mah girl... good thing i got used to being hurt already. if not.... maybe i didnt have the chance to write stuffs in here again.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, maybe it was my fault why everything turned out bad. it's always my fault. *sigh*&lt;br /&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/3761587-82307773?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82307773' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82085056</id><published>2002-09-25T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T03:37:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last time was romantic...&lt;br /&gt; tonight I just can't wait to see your clothes on the floor. &lt;br /&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/3761587-82085056?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82085056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82085056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82085056' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-82034019</id><published>2002-09-24T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T02:49:40.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bought a new cam and audio stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no big deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-82034019?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82034019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/82034019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82034019' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81984031</id><published>2002-09-23T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T03:24:52.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhh. im tired to code my journal yet.. maybe later. maybe the next day...&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are sore... im too exhausted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81984031?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81984031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81984031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81984031' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81935979</id><published>2002-09-21T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T23:18:01.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Miss You&lt;br /&gt;INCUBUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you when I wake up, &lt;br /&gt;is a gift I didn't think could be real &lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same, &lt;br /&gt;as I do, is a Three-fold utopian dream &lt;br /&gt;You do something to me &lt;br /&gt;That I can't explain &lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line, If I said &lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on, &lt;br /&gt;the empty pillow next to mine &lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days, &lt;br /&gt;but already I am wasting away &lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again &lt;br /&gt;Whether far or soon &lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know, that I care &lt;br /&gt;And I miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81935979?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81935979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81935979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81935979' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81933918</id><published>2002-09-21T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T22:13:47.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~*2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81933918?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81933918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81933918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81933918' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81906639</id><published>2002-09-21T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T08:43:57.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sighco.com/cgi-bin/image/templates/sigh_sticker_small.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81906639?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81906639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81906639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81906639' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81901085</id><published>2002-09-20T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T23:59:28.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81901085?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81901085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81901085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81901085' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81858222</id><published>2002-09-20T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T10:03:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night is another sleepless night. i stayed up until morning facin` this screen.  i had no intention to close my eyes. i have made up my mind and decided to meddle with this weblog. but as you can see,  i didnt do any better  it's still same common&lt;br /&gt;looking blog who's template was acquired from &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt; since i lack know-how in working with codes. if only someone could lend me a hand, but then who? i dont have a choice but to work on this alone. after all, this is my web journal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. yesterday mornin i got to catch stef - on. we talked a bit and she's not feelin` ok.  i never though of that though it was too late when i found out, and soon as i did, i got disconnected from the net. i dont know... but i started to feel bad about blabbin crazy stuff  and forgetting the more impt things like ... i shld've asked her earlier how she's doin`-- -- but the thing is i did not and instead i was being so yakky.  i hope she's feelin better now though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was absent on my first subject but i made it to the second and the rest-- yet later in the afternoon i had this terrible headache. so, soon as i got back here i had a warm shower, tidied myself, and went straight to bed. i think i slept for about 7 hrs since  i slept from 5 pm to about 12 am,   and when i woke up i felt so heavy... too much sleep perhaps. i needed to give myself a li`l dip in a cold bath to be fully awake..  and now the wolf is back to life!!!  wide eyed and starvin... good thing i didnt forget to drop by a food shoppe.&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/3761587-81858222?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81858222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81858222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81858222' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81812018</id><published>2002-09-19T03:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T05:26:55.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im now in &lt;a href="http://stileproject.com"&gt; stileproject &lt;/a&gt;playing this &lt;a href="http://www.stileproject.com/flash/miniputt.html"&gt;miniput &lt;/a&gt; thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81812018?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81812018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81812018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81812018' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81811583</id><published>2002-09-19T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T10:04:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he knew as he drifted into sleep that he was one with her... together they would make one splendid person;  apart both had been incomplete. he would wake presently and go away and leave her,  and while he's away he would be thinking of her all the time... &lt;br /&gt;as she would be of him. he would go thousands of miles away from her in a few hours so that a quarter of the world would lie between them, but he would come back again and find that other half of his new self, and they would be complete.  he slept very deeply.&lt;br /&gt;in his sleep he seemed to be drifting further and durther away from her,  and growing weaker and weaker. she was receding from him in time as he slept; he struggled to wake, but he was now too weak. she would be there for him to find again, and love... &lt;br /&gt;but as he grew weaker she receded further; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he slept, he knew she's there, and he needed her she would come. but now he needed her, needed her infinitely badly, and she's nowhere, and with the agony and disappointment he heared himself sobbing, and he felt tears as they streamed down his face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd fallen...&lt;br /&gt;his spirit had fallen.&lt;br /&gt;like a winded runner,  and knocked the breath out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's left him...  &lt;br /&gt;to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;nevilshute:in:the:wet&lt;p/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81811583?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81811583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81811583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81811583' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81766016</id><published>2002-09-18T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T06:15:47.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81766016?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81766016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81766016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81766016' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81765871</id><published>2002-09-18T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T10:07:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>late last night i was sitting in a cafe with clarisse, waiting for her cousin whom she wants me to meet when her bf came. before he even reached our table i could sense that something was wrong. i knew i was facing the inevitable yet i asked him to be seated but he started talking harsh...  as ive heared what he has to say i realized he was accusin`  us of cheating on him. he grabbed her on the arm and i knew that she was hurt. even upon knowing that it'd induce his anger i grabbed her gently away from him  and told him to leave her alone. he pushed me hard enough against the chair  that my back hurt badly. he told me to stay away from clarrise or else i'd regret it. i tried to reason out, and told him that there's nothing between me and her gf, and that i was just keeping her company yet he was deafened by his anger and continued to force her to go with him. I am not used to being bullied or seeing a girl friend hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dillema. With great unwillingness,  but with no alternative; i pushed him hard that he shoved on the table. The scene drew people's attention that when he was about to hit me back, someone approached us telling us to cease the fight. Clarisse yelled at him tellin him to go away --- and he had no choice. I was saved from being hit- . moments later her cousin heather arrived and they had a lil tit about what happened. it was getting pretty late that we all decided to go-- they drove off to their place and i manage to drive myself back here... soon as i got out of the elevator i rushed to my suite and threw myself on the couch. &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/3761587-81765871?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81765871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81765871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81765871' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81718343</id><published>2002-09-17T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T08:09:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*~&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/3761587-81718343?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81718343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81718343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81718343' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81717776</id><published>2002-09-17T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T07:37:44.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good thing i dont have an early class today.&lt;br /&gt;i would still have to go to sch this morning though&lt;br /&gt;langer's class :: its the intro. to social psychology ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got the usual mornin call from kelly. &lt;br /&gt;she's doin okay... she said there's gonna be a dance &lt;br /&gt;in her sch, and she told me that dan&lt;br /&gt;(that's the senior guy who likes her) *pouts&lt;br /&gt;asked if she can go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin bt makin my day suck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3761587-81717776?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81717776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81717776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81717776' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81717160</id><published>2002-09-17T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T07:11:42.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(now playin john mayer's back to you from the album room for squares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over you... I'm never over ... Over you&lt;br /&gt;Something about you.. It's just the way you move...&lt;br /&gt;The way you move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3761587-81717160?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81717160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81717160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81717160' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81715450</id><published>2002-09-17T05:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T07:22:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh what's new? uhm i received a mail from the stef girl.&lt;br /&gt;i found out her real name is stef thomas. &lt;br /&gt;i dunno... what else? &lt;br /&gt;i'm recently workin on my abs -- &lt;br /&gt;and i can see the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom called to remind me to eat right and to get&lt;br /&gt;adequate sleep (and...that's not new at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81715450?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81715450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81715450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81715450' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81662952</id><published>2002-09-16T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T04:15:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt;SHARING THE NIGHT TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;(A.Aldridge/E.Struzick)&lt;br /&gt;DR. HOOK - 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're looking kinda lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;would you like someone new to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;aah yeh alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda lonely too&lt;br /&gt;if you don't mind &lt;br /&gt;can I sit down here beside you&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem to come on too strong&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will understand&lt;br /&gt;I say these things 'cause I'd like to know&lt;br /&gt;if you're as lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;and if you mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the night together, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the night together, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt; sharing the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could bring in the morning girl&lt;br /&gt;if you want to go that far&lt;br /&gt;and if tomorrow find us together&lt;br /&gt;right here the way we are&lt;br /&gt;would you mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the night together, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the night together, &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, sharing the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to dance with me and hold me&lt;br /&gt;you know I want to be holding you&lt;br /&gt;ah yeah alright 'cause I like feeling like I do&lt;br /&gt;and I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;that you're liking it too, ah yeah alright&lt;br /&gt;like to get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;is there a place where we can go&lt;br /&gt;where we can be alone together&lt;br /&gt;and turn the lights down low &lt;br /&gt;and start sharing the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81662952?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81662952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81662952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81662952' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81493612</id><published>2002-09-12T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T03:44:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt;When someone understands us, that's love. &lt;br /&gt;That's an unconditional acceptance. &lt;br /&gt;They don't want to change us, they love us for what we are, &lt;br /&gt;they understand all our stupid, silly, insane, illogical foibles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81493612?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81493612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81493612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81493612' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81447140</id><published>2002-09-11T04:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T09:11:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt; more than a year ago this is how  &lt;a href="http://www.9-11-2001.org/images/website/nyc.gif"&gt;::NYC::&lt;/a&gt; skyline looks like... &lt;br /&gt;until the horrible &lt;a href="http://i.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/shattered/opener.jpg"&gt;::9/11:incident::&lt;/a&gt; occured.&lt;br /&gt;done by a bunch of afghan idiots. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is .... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uberbin.net/images/whatwevelost-thumb.jpg" style="width:350; height:252;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81447140?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81447140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81447140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81447140' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81398312</id><published>2002-09-10T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T05:52:28.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one long lasting lick&lt;br /&gt;one long trusting lick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's moaning my name&lt;br /&gt;another lick and she'd go insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one long lasting trusting lick&lt;br /&gt;the key, to a woman's insanity&lt;br /&gt;to drive her crazy wanting for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give her..&lt;br /&gt;but one long lasting trusting lick&lt;br /&gt;to reach her core...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81398312?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81398312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81398312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81398312' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81396103</id><published>2002-09-10T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T02:02:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.monte-carlo.mc/lodging-monaco/images/paris_front_bg.jpg"&gt;::hotel de paris :monte carlo::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til now i couldnt believe what my eyes saw, &lt;br /&gt;i couldnt get my mind off her &lt;br /&gt;who wore that grand white dress...&lt;br /&gt;walking on the isle...&lt;br /&gt;i never saw a woman looked as beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;then,i knew what i deprived myself of having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me and gladly whispered&lt;br /&gt;look at her-- she who is your friend&lt;br /&gt;and my lovely bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took her hand into his...&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me, and leant foreward &lt;br /&gt;to plant my cheek a little kiss&lt;br /&gt;one last kiss to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;one last kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's done... she's gone...&lt;br /&gt;unto his arms.&lt;br /&gt;completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&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/3761587-81396103?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81396103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81396103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81396103' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81396009</id><published>2002-09-10T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T05:00:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt;i've been away since sat afternoon...&lt;br /&gt; ill be flying back 7hours from now. i have to get ready for school...&lt;br /&gt;i already have my schedules. and list of professors whom &lt;br /&gt;i have no idea of. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81396009?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81396009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81396009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81396009' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81267581</id><published>2002-09-07T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T02:17:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this in one art site... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.allposters.com/images/2/Posters/PM5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="comic sans" size="1"&gt;The choices we make, and the chances we take, determine our destiny&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81267581?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81267581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81267581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81267581' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81266081</id><published>2002-09-07T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T01:46:35.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gotta hit mah bed in a lil while. &lt;br /&gt;and hey..! talkin bt sch- i decided to study the physics of coiled spring&lt;br /&gt;wonder what dad will say if hed find out.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its ok, since its the same thing, besides&lt;br /&gt;im not into political science or business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for tht big break.. &lt;br /&gt;a .. hmm *BIG SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81266081?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81266081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81266081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81266081' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81265482</id><published>2002-09-07T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T00:03:09.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just wanna post this here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Tyrese / Album: 2000 Watts / Song: For Always   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Something about the way, &lt;br /&gt;words to describe what I cannnot say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going outta my mind thinking of you at times,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me feel so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is willing, won't you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to me love for always.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing, I won't do for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were made for my touch,&lt;br /&gt;No one but you ever loved me this much.&lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind, &lt;br /&gt;someone I'm truly blessed to find.&lt;br /&gt;So much happiness I found with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is willing, won't you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to me love for always.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing, I won't do for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you, have taken your love &lt;br /&gt;and made a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;I find it in you. &lt;br /&gt;Promise me, you'll stay with me, &lt;br /&gt;ever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is willing, won't you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to me love for always.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing, I won't do for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take your love away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is willing, won't you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to me love for always.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing, I won't do for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life, for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do whatever it takes to keep you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be there for you, always baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for always.&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/3761587-81265482?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81265482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81265482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81265482' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81230014</id><published>2002-09-06T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T02:06:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i met a stranger named stef... &lt;br /&gt;she's really cool. and wht makes it even cooler &lt;br /&gt;is we've got the same name. &lt;br /&gt;we're friends now ... after talking to her for about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it funny how someone you dont know can make you smile?  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she likes the song of tyrese too... &lt;br /&gt;mannnn.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes there are strangers &lt;br /&gt;whom you feel like you've known them all your life, &lt;br /&gt;yet found them just now&lt;br /&gt;for the right time has come for you to know them better..." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81230014?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81230014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81230014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81230014' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761587.post-81229038</id><published>2002-09-06T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T06:07:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>color life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3761587-81229038?l=painted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81229038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3761587/posts/default/81229038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painted.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81229038' title=''/><author><name>sAHk|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15461428324738788611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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