<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355</id><updated>2009-12-26T22:37:53.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our.story</title><subtitle type='html'>it is not just what you see</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-5672730401919192877</id><published>2009-12-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:37:53.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s pain?'/><title type='text'>why not just run</title><content type='html'>pull this trigger,&lt;br /&gt;its time.&lt;br /&gt;let your heart freeze like water into ice&lt;br /&gt;then you will not feel pain&lt;br /&gt;its pain no more&lt;br /&gt;that minute the footsteps fade away, the soul had drifted off this carcass&lt;br /&gt;so just let yourself die a little longer&lt;br /&gt;if only after this there will be everlasting happiness&lt;br /&gt;that is, if only&lt;br /&gt;but whether i wish to live and breathe again. i dont know anymore&lt;br /&gt;see everything just dont matter now&lt;br /&gt;i am just a dead person&lt;br /&gt;needing somebody to revive it but i just wont allow it&lt;br /&gt;i wish to stop breathing. for once.&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop all this&lt;br /&gt;questioning over and over again, but as usual, i wouldn't get the answer&lt;br /&gt;stab me one more time, i wont feel any pain again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-5672730401919192877?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/5672730401919192877/comments/default' title='Post 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-3699935916350009126</id><published>2009-12-18T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:04:19.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really...'/><title type='text'>i should have known better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;寂寞，好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;拼命的奢望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 闷坏的胸口&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;让我想大声的呐喊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;我努力不放&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;你冷淡 你让分手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 就这样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 我连做梦也感觉受伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 一年过了 还是一天 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;计算着慌张&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;计程车上的音响&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;我们最爱的情歌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 这一刻却重重击破思念的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;心脏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 夜深了我怎么办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;寂寞了谁在身旁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;心情变得好复杂 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;想她 念她 恨她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;一个人你害怕吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;细数过漫天星光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;说好永远不分开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;多假 多假 多假&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;让记忆长出翅膀 飞翔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;心放空了 寂寞 好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;坚强外表下 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 我脆弱 情人节开始失常 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 别人庆祝 我却很失落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 秋天过了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;冬天漫长&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 关于爱 感伤 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;我们天真的勇敢  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;我们追求的梦想 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;舍不得也只能收藏旅行的时光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;寂寞感冒全都可以好的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;爱多甜 伤多痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;都释放 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;没有你 心放空了 寂寞 好了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is this dependence or love?how can i be happy only when we meet? how long can i continue lying to myself that i'll be ok when youre not around and i have nothing to do? is it the growing loneliness that makes it more difficult to be independent? i thought we would be stronger, i should have known better than to leave myself undone like this. i could have occupied myself with so many other things, and yet i allow myself to be trapped within the doors of nothingness. so naive of me to think that finally we can have a break. we'll never have one. i told we would and yet everything else will weigh above me, how true it is. we have to admit to this very fact and yet the way its displayed so explicitly, oh how that hurts. i thought we would stop fighting, i should have known the sweetness in those lips were temporal relief of the pain. now back at reality i find myself feeling ashamed of my emotions once again.... if i were to turn bitter and take my revenge... i dont think i will anyway. i cant bring myself to do so, i cant. he said im too good, i dont know. i really dont know. this piece of shit from myself, i cant even handle. but tell me when can we escape without thinking of what we have to do yet? obviously you cant, not till your project's done, but the enitre hols will be gone by then. dumb ass shit of me to think ytd was liberation for you... naive naive stupid and dumb.. i should have known...&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/31794355-3699935916350009126?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/3699935916350009126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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saw through the facade,&lt;br /&gt;deep within, something's wrong, something's changed&lt;br /&gt;i want to figure that out too&lt;br /&gt;i cant, i dont know how&lt;br /&gt;why i asked myself why&lt;br /&gt;the honeymoon that seemed like yesterday now feels like a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;why is that so&lt;br /&gt;why has everything became so bitter&lt;br /&gt;time never gave us a leeway&lt;br /&gt;so has emotions and tempers&lt;br /&gt;was it the weather getting into us&lt;br /&gt;was it just all because my mind's a blank and with nothing to occupy it with&lt;br /&gt;that emptiness, i feel, i guess its beyond the nothingness&lt;br /&gt;its the sense of lethargy that sets in&lt;br /&gt;asked me to trust you, to wait again&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;a nod, a 'yes'...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how, what else&lt;br /&gt;am i being way too sensitive? too insecure?&lt;br /&gt;but have both of us done our best?&lt;br /&gt;is there even a platform for me to voice my frustrations right now?&lt;br /&gt;everything has been taken so personally, everyone gets ever so sensitive&lt;br /&gt;i guess im giving it up,&lt;br /&gt;giving the venting of my frustrations out up&lt;br /&gt;they said, whats there to be upset about?&lt;br /&gt;yes whats there?&lt;br /&gt;pinpointing at every single event, nothing&lt;br /&gt;theyre all minor&lt;br /&gt;the accumulation, im tired of it already&lt;br /&gt;the pile-up, its way too much&lt;br /&gt;yes we've been through it all,but now, i dont know if i can brace myself for more&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired of apologies,&lt;br /&gt;but they just keep happening&lt;br /&gt;its disappointing&lt;br /&gt;i guess too err, to commit a mistake, is a very humane thing&lt;br /&gt;but its the frequency, the accumulation&lt;br /&gt;just... everything&lt;br /&gt;too much to bear right now, way too much...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i may say&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just leave myself alone&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to even tear now...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-635079446110329613?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/635079446110329613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=635079446110329613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/635079446110329613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/635079446110329613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-two-sad-souls-comforting-each.html' title='just two sad souls comforting each other'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-8463036441912435044</id><published>2009-12-11T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:59:26.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovely cheesecake MUACK'/><title type='text'>im finally 18</title><content type='html'>little kiddy turns 18, said her prince that all the time and effort used was in exchange for her beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;before extending my thanks, i have to really admit it was a good 3 days of tearing and a hell of an emotional ride&lt;br /&gt;and many of the rush here and there to settle this and that&lt;br /&gt;buti can say i really enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;lets go to the BEST list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST CAKE!(picked and carefully designed by mr melvin low)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BESTIES(my sweet darlings who took the time off to come and celebrate my birthday with me:ahma,manda,hong,patrick,jr,junlong,huat,junwei,eddie,carol,max,isabelle,emmaline,yiyi,yi zang,leonard,leroy,uncle,auntie,wanying,andy,xiaoshen,xiaoshu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST COOK(ah huat who made the best chicken wings)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST DRINKING SESSION(first ever in my life, one that made me go gaga but hey i wasnt drunk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST CONSULTING SESSIONS(one to one talks and all the advices)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST INVENTIONS(honey prawns and honey chicken wing:D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;last but not least BEST BOYFRIEND(my ultimate birthday planner, the man who did all the shit in gettting my friends, the cake, the chalet, the food, the car, the number one entertainer,best shoulder when i was upset, the man who had to celebrate with me and juggle with his school work and tests,best bolster who made me sleep well when dommy's not around)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;this 18, i've learnt, i've cried,i've listened,i've drank,i've played,i've loved,i've adviced,i've had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-8463036441912435044?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/8463036441912435044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=8463036441912435044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/8463036441912435044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/8463036441912435044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-18.html' title='im finally 18'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-1857693177528663777</id><published>2009-12-07T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:49:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kept on doing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i know its my bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my emotions again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;those damn things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but frustration is something so inevitable in situations like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;times that i have nothing to occupy my mind, i have to think of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;good point to note there that im not supposed to be left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;good to realise that i do not like to be left in suspense for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;yes difficult i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;unreasonable i shall be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i know its all terrible but i just want you to accept my apology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;its bad i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;all this shit you have to tolerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but hey, i tolerated your shit too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we all have bullshit in us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so tolerate, forgive, understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;coz thats wad i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;they kept on doing it, like we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;these signs and signals, im just afraid i'll yield to them soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i refuse to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate to lose, but it seems to be a losing battle already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;can we ever get through all this shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-1857693177528663777?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/1857693177528663777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=1857693177528663777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/1857693177528663777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/1857693177528663777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/12/kept-on-doing-it.html' title='kept on doing it'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-8407602423239781861</id><published>2009-11-27T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:19:39.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biiiiii'/><title type='text'>geek in the PINK</title><content type='html'>i know there are times that we fight over the littlest things ever&lt;br /&gt;but look it aint that bad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i know there are times that i would sulk&lt;br /&gt;but boy i love you nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;its times like this that we fight and we make up that i cant help but think we're super cute&lt;br /&gt;but its also times like this that we wonder whats wrong whats between us right now&lt;br /&gt;now that time is ticking as it goes, we get stronger yet the fear of separation gets even stronger too&lt;br /&gt;i realised, i really like to just lie down and stare at the ceiling with you&lt;br /&gt;i discovered, i really like visiting commonplaces and feel like growing old with you&lt;br /&gt;im obsessed with that smell i alreadly familiarised with by now&lt;br /&gt;yet each time i take a whiff of it, i go gaga&lt;br /&gt;this is it my boy&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is it&lt;br /&gt;time to really plunge into every single thing now&lt;br /&gt;i wan us to stop just stop quarrelling about the mundane&lt;br /&gt;today as we go all melancholic bout 2012 and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;the more we feel the urge to keep this love going as strong as possible&lt;br /&gt;we said, after the 6 weeks of gruelling wait, we'll conquer everything thats in our way&lt;br /&gt;so let not these things get into the great path we have&lt;br /&gt;i wanna just make this work&lt;br /&gt;i wanna just see myself get old with this you geek in the PINK:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;you looked really hot today:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-8407602423239781861?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/8407602423239781861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=8407602423239781861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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giving way&lt;br /&gt;but rotting in front of the com right now sucks too):&lt;br /&gt;me dun like to wait&lt;br /&gt;me dont like to have nothing to do ):):&lt;br /&gt;arghh shud start mugging tml haah im a bloody mugger&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="font-size:78%;"&gt;so long since we met this sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-1731379118792603055?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/1731379118792603055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=1731379118792603055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>random thoughts for the start of liberation</title><content type='html'>oh gosh i found this video&lt;br /&gt;this is such a bad starting for a post but heck it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;good old days can never be introduced properly&lt;br /&gt;hah see yes my good old days, crazy ctazy and crazy&lt;br /&gt;love yall 4cr, thats 2 years ago, feels like forever gosh im old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP4G2Y7B8Jw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP4G2Y7B8Jw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 minutes just to show how i was pretty much absent in this very courageous community of ours):&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss those days of toilet runways and emo-femo by the lake&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, feel so old now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i started this 10 days break with the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;such a good film that put me into tears for like 4 times?&lt;br /&gt;so mind-probing, i cant get it off my head now&lt;br /&gt;i wanna i wanna i wanna tell evryone to watch it seriously&lt;br /&gt;even if the producers are earning hell lot of money out of this, they deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;and you all deserve to watch the show&lt;br /&gt;im serious&lt;br /&gt;go book ticks for the next slot NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall really start blogging soon, or consider journalling since i do more of writing then typing recently:X&lt;br /&gt;lalal so excited for shopping tml:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-3372616149245346022?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/3372616149245346022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=3372616149245346022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel drained from worrying and waiting&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, too, i feel hurt by reasons,&lt;br /&gt;those good-old facts we all know&lt;br /&gt;times that i wish to be wilful, i hate the facts&lt;br /&gt;thats the whole point, when youre wilful you tend to shun out reasons(even though you know it)&lt;br /&gt;its the reasons that hurt me&lt;br /&gt;not anything else&lt;br /&gt;yes everything falls nicely, this to this that with that&lt;br /&gt;the red balls to the red box and everything&lt;br /&gt;time for fun time for study&lt;br /&gt;not for me i guess&lt;br /&gt;time for fun=time to study&lt;br /&gt;there's time for them to complement each other&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats always the case for you&lt;br /&gt;theres buddies time, girlfriend time, work time and study time&lt;br /&gt;its times that youre focussed with your stuff, girlfriend becomes an obstruction&lt;br /&gt;and when girlfriend wanna be wilful for just a teeny winny bit, she gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;boys, learn to pamper your girls,&lt;br /&gt;learn to give in to her just sometimes when she's wilful&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ,just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;no more than sometimes&lt;br /&gt;no less than sometimes&lt;br /&gt;thats the key to happiness&lt;br /&gt;you asked why aint i happy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;why we would pick a fight out of the nitty gritties&lt;br /&gt;this is why&lt;br /&gt;wilful people do not take reasons&lt;br /&gt;even whn they know they're being unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;thats the whole point isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;thats the whole reason why its named as wilful isnt it&lt;br /&gt;not that you aint good enough&lt;br /&gt;reasons, i love them&lt;br /&gt;the way you carry them through,&lt;br /&gt;they're ok, im happy with them&lt;br /&gt;not when im wilful though&lt;br /&gt;times that i wanna be wilful, i'll sulk&lt;br /&gt;thn the sulky face brings all the reasons, making me sulk and cry even more&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to get it into your head im being wilful BUT i do know the reasons&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its just sometimes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;little girl learns to give in but she needs to get pampered&lt;br /&gt;sometimes just sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-3157529018643029458?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/3157529018643029458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=3157529018643029458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3157529018643029458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3157529018643029458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-just-sometimes.html' title='sometimes, just sometimes'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-2092179172924059960</id><published>2009-10-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:50:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the knight came running home</title><content type='html'>finally, the knight came home&lt;br /&gt;the horses halt to a stop&lt;br /&gt;all else didnt matter at all, time stopped&lt;br /&gt;only our hearts beating right now&lt;br /&gt;a big fat warm hug is all she needs and is what she always dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;the long wait the repeated playbacks of how this day would be&lt;br /&gt;none is the same, none could compare&lt;br /&gt;it aint exactly dramatic yet in its simplicity just tells how much love and care is still present through the tough days&lt;br /&gt;she realises, when youre happy, everything else is pretty and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;the little kid who's eating the biscuit is cute beyong imagination but just because she'e especially today&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt one of those in front of the arriving gates stretching her neck reaf far to really see&lt;br /&gt;she didnt wear those uber high stilts to get above of others just to see clearly&lt;br /&gt;she needn't&lt;br /&gt;just having to stand amidst the crowd, feeling the dynamics of her heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;slowly retracking in her head&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly saying, in a few more minutes i'll see him&lt;br /&gt;this went on for about 40 minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;the anxiety the fantasizing of the various scenes had made her cheeks flush chilli red&lt;br /&gt;she could not follow the rhythm of her heart beat no more&lt;br /&gt;she's focussed on the words that he's back he's back instead&lt;br /&gt;nothing else matter when he came through the gates with those eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;when she spotted him, she cared nothing else&lt;br /&gt;just dashing through the people and straight into his arms&lt;br /&gt;the warmth so foreign yet deep down she knows she's familiar with it&lt;br /&gt;the way her hands were around his waist felt almost awkward but she knows this is only natural&lt;br /&gt;or rather she tried to feel natural about it&lt;br /&gt;that voice, the one that assured her every night suddenly seemed even more distant&lt;br /&gt;it took her 10 whole minutes to find back the feeling again&lt;br /&gt;10 whole minutes to come into realisation that he's really home&lt;br /&gt;the sight of him, she heaved a sigh of relief, that ton of weight upon her shoulders are all gone&lt;br /&gt;all she has to do now is just to stare at him&lt;br /&gt;that few hours after the flight is never enough, it makes the longing worse.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is an underestimation of her feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;she just wants time and more time with her knight who came home last night&lt;br /&gt;nothing else&lt;br /&gt;now onwards to the fairytale night:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-2092179172924059960?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/2092179172924059960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=2092179172924059960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/2092179172924059960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/2092179172924059960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-knight-came-running-home.html' title='and the knight came running home'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-8367876047515268379</id><published>2009-10-10T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:54:28.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanging by a moment'/><title type='text'>all these people</title><content type='html'>VIVA LA VICTORIA...&lt;br /&gt;goodbye vjc, goodbye igloo,goodbye ctc, goodbye vjco...&lt;br /&gt;i made the step out of the gates today.&lt;br /&gt;no more a vjc student.&lt;br /&gt;just one waiting for the BIG As&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, i made my first step in&lt;br /&gt;today i say to myself, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;just happiness and joy&lt;br /&gt;it was how it all begun&lt;br /&gt;from one who never thought of being a student here to being someone who loves school so much now&lt;br /&gt;and now, here comes goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt matter, im happy i glad i came out of being the little girl by the corner to one who speaks loud in front of the class&lt;br /&gt;S38, thank you so much for the lovely moments: slv, ymca citi-proms, cny, all the banner painting, mass dances....etc&lt;br /&gt;so many so many amazing memories&lt;br /&gt;this's just it you see, the happy beginning and ending of my 2 years in vjc&lt;br /&gt;you were the ones who walked me through it&lt;br /&gt;though there were times i regret for not making the whole class really bonded as a whole&lt;br /&gt;but there aint going back now.&lt;br /&gt;there's only the appreciation of the way things are right now&lt;br /&gt;as i say goodbye, i wish to say remember me not the weird girl who screams and is absolutely insane but certainly the girl who came out of her comfort zone and attempted to bond the class as a whole&lt;br /&gt;as i said its not easy at all leading as a friend but you guys really made it much much easier&lt;br /&gt;to glen, i forgot to mention, thanks for being such a great help, though we used to have disagreements and everything youre still my good good assistant:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acire,aloy,collin, thanks for being there, else i could have just collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for clearing all my thoughts again, most certainly you guys had put that smile back onto my face again&lt;br /&gt;when everything was blurred by my tears, you guys were my eyes, just showing me the way&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for being there.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was being unreasonable and wilful but nonetheless you guys understood my position and said its all ok...&lt;br /&gt;so with many thanks to yall, im strong again!:D&lt;br /&gt;steelwoman is back up for existence  in 3 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-8367876047515268379?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/8367876047515268379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=8367876047515268379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/8367876047515268379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/8367876047515268379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-these-people.html' title='all these people'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-5605067629032711864</id><published>2009-09-29T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:54:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont wish to know</title><content type='html'>it is about time you get home now, 13 more days&lt;br /&gt;after tonight 12 more&lt;br /&gt;then goodbye to those sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;then hello to sweet mornings and lovely messages&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to bad bad internet&lt;br /&gt;bye to expensive expensive topup cards&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i said i was immune to it all right now or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-5605067629032711864?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/5605067629032711864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=5605067629032711864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/5605067629032711864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/5605067629032711864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-wish-to-know.html' title='i dont wish to know'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-8521756868911995992</id><published>2009-09-26T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:04:26.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the lone sunset'/><title type='text'>an empty shell</title><content type='html'>the veronicas- this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an abandoned kid, i wandered alone on the streets&lt;br /&gt;there was a place i was heading&lt;br /&gt;but my heart was left somewhere i dont know where&lt;br /&gt;just an empty shell walking around over there&lt;br /&gt;like a ball thrown in the storeroom, im left to dust and dust only&lt;br /&gt;then slowly all else became the black and white movies&lt;br /&gt;just going real slow, aimless and goalless, i made my way to my destination&lt;br /&gt;where goes my mood in the morning i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;where goes all the laughter watching the movie, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;ever since walking... then its all gone&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where goes the soul&lt;br /&gt;just an empty shell trying to come face to face with her feelings right now&lt;br /&gt;shes running away even from herself. let her be&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day she come to terms with herself.. there will definitely be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-8521756868911995992?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/8521756868911995992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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sound pretty normal, but to describe the explicit details, i think thats being psychotic:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;morning songs: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jamie scott and the town- when will i see your face again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;james morrison-you make it real&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;veronicas-everything im not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;IM SO GONNA WATCH CHUCK AND SARAH MOMENTS:D so sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-6339197032852277006?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/6339197032852277006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=6339197032852277006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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their fringe, bun up theri hair, dig out their specs to wear so to tell others IM READY FOR IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn they get hell stressed up too, start staying up all night to study, pop a few more snacks and tidbits into the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that explains the few more pounds round our waists, the few more pimples on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why we're so CRAZY right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just the exam man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-684816040217171665?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/684816040217171665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=684816040217171665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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you&lt;br /&gt;got to do so much more&lt;br /&gt;type in more numbers on the cell lets see&lt;br /&gt;37 keys just to make a call&lt;br /&gt;hmm then how bout, calling at the right time else be transferred into the mailbox&lt;br /&gt;thn nudging a million times on msn&lt;br /&gt;doing yoohooos on skype&lt;br /&gt;you there in endless mails&lt;br /&gt;its not that easy to contact through the cyberspace after all&lt;br /&gt;unlike the past, a few rings and youre through&lt;br /&gt;a few words and pring you appeared in front of me&lt;br /&gt;now it takes THE RIGHT MOMENT to see you on skype&lt;br /&gt;and about 5 weeks later to see you&lt;br /&gt;it aint that easy anymore&lt;br /&gt;so it aint the same anymore too&lt;br /&gt;trying to hug through the webcam gosh wad are we doing&lt;br /&gt;trying to talk but the system lagging and all sorts like that&lt;br /&gt;wanted to message and call, but considering the money... well forget it&lt;br /&gt;just blank stares out of the window now&lt;br /&gt;leading me to our past&lt;br /&gt;and well yup nothing more&lt;br /&gt;just looking at our messages, thinking how sweet&lt;br /&gt;but that will have to wait&lt;br /&gt;just nights where i need so much tossing an turning to fall into sleep now&lt;br /&gt;just the morning emails with breakfast &lt;br /&gt;ah i like that part&lt;br /&gt;just bad weird and random dreams showing my insecurity deep inside now&lt;br /&gt;thats the worst&lt;br /&gt;and basically MUGGING&lt;br /&gt;just talking to myself and psyching myself to study now&lt;br /&gt;thats what i need to pull through the day&lt;br /&gt;just a chat and life is back to square one&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;just doing it all to make myself smile a bit&lt;br /&gt;but its never the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;life's different now&lt;br /&gt;will it change back to the original when youre back&lt;br /&gt;will it be the same 4 weeks from now&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i darent think&lt;br /&gt;just taking a step at a time&lt;br /&gt;trying to cry less,&lt;br /&gt;trying to study a little more each day&lt;br /&gt;and waiting so much longer just for an hour of chat&lt;br /&gt;yup, i guess life's been this way for about 2 weeks now&lt;br /&gt;im still hanging on&lt;br /&gt;good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-8700551947793990406?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/8700551947793990406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=8700551947793990406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/8700551947793990406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that day you flew away, you took the happy jasmine with youleaving an empty shell with her brain hereto deal with her prelimsbut youre kind enough to return the happiness to me whenever we chat.youre successful in leaving this damn vivid impression on me, now i cant forget the things we didnow i go to bed thinking bout our past, falling asleep only after readin ouy past messages and looking at out photosby trying to be special you succeeded in making me so alone nowmy mind always drifting to you...i hope going back to school helps...at least i have friends, to get me through this rough patchbut i dont blame youbecause im still happy, with you.happily waiting till the moment we chat happily waiting till the moment you come home to me.its toughbut i think i'll surviveyou must too,my cute little boy(with specs;D)we'll make it throughyoure rightfor the future this investment is worthwhilei shall wait for the interests to flow in:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-3663343424516737576?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/3663343424516737576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=3663343424516737576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3663343424516737576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3663343424516737576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/successful.html' title='successful'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-3032231467116898799</id><published>2009-09-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:40:21.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheee angst is back'/><title type='text'>sick of these words</title><content type='html'>whats the point of getting so damn frustrated now&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of thinking that im so useless right now&lt;br /&gt;you are over there, sick and weak&lt;br /&gt;nothing i can do&lt;br /&gt;not like i can buy a ticket and fly over to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;not like i can send some medicine over&lt;br /&gt;i could only nag and nag&lt;br /&gt;saying the typical few words to want you to take care of youself&lt;br /&gt;end up all those words fell on deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;you still end up sick&lt;br /&gt;blame the weather&lt;br /&gt;blame your irregular meal times&lt;br /&gt;blame your late nights&lt;br /&gt;but those late nights are because of me too&lt;br /&gt;so blame me?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;it has been only a week and youre already sick&lt;br /&gt;how not to worry&lt;br /&gt;how not to think if you would take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;how to trust that you will get better&lt;br /&gt;youve been like this little boy who knows not how to take care of youself&lt;br /&gt;now away from your mama, you keeping falling down&lt;br /&gt;crying for mama, but mama's too far away...&lt;br /&gt;the frustration blew up a million times given that anticipation accumulated through the day to just laugh&lt;br /&gt;i was happy, at the start, laughing bout some nonsense&lt;br /&gt;thinking im happy like this, booming music and laughing with you even though we're miles apart&lt;br /&gt;saying yeah this is my present for studying so hard&lt;br /&gt;end up, you became ill, told me bout your horrendous meal time&lt;br /&gt;wanting so much to be this happy little girl, being strong and positive and all&lt;br /&gt;but failed&lt;br /&gt;end up with frowns&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to start a war&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want us to feel so upset with each other&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to be treated like some angsty and unreasonable girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to be left alone here, thinking whats wrong&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to feel so helpless not being able to make you recover faster&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to come home and see you sick&lt;br /&gt;i guess i didnt mean to be cold and harsh&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to be this frustrated....&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want you to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want your voice to be so hoarse, make you feel so uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;i didnt. i didnt...&lt;br /&gt;but i did.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i didnt want to, i did.&lt;br /&gt;its bad i know but i did&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this im sorry that i did.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-3032231467116898799?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/3032231467116898799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=3032231467116898799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3032231467116898799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/3032231467116898799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-of-these-words.html' title='sick of these words'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-6248478548810098453</id><published>2009-09-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:16:07.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it takes seconds for words to spread'/><title type='text'>make it go away</title><content type='html'>permanent-david cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make it go, make them stop talking about it&lt;br /&gt;bloody gossipers, chatterboxes&lt;br /&gt;you see and you spread&lt;br /&gt;youre just jealous arent you.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, we are kids&lt;br /&gt;i hope this doesnt erase the acheivements i did last week when you were busy with stuff&lt;br /&gt;true, school and family have not taught me to behave this way&lt;br /&gt;but i hope it is erased soon,&lt;br /&gt;coz actions like this are from little kids like us, who tend to be overly passionate&lt;br /&gt;pda, its wrong, i see now&lt;br /&gt;its uncomfortable to your eyes, but why must you tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;and worse of all, exaggerate the details...&lt;br /&gt;it aint that bad.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says who the worse is over, guess its just the beginning of another peak of sadness&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i've let you down&lt;br /&gt;but sorry is the only word that comes to my mind now&lt;br /&gt;im both guilty and angry at the same time&lt;br /&gt;that bloody aunty should just shut her hole up&lt;br /&gt;gone is the beautiful image i managed to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;what do you gain telling mummy that,&lt;br /&gt;does it make you happy seeing me cry because of my action&lt;br /&gt;the guilt im feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;grrr... one fine day you'll know being nosey brings no fun into people's lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its good that im facing the consequences alone right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-6248478548810098453?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/6248478548810098453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=6248478548810098453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/6248478548810098453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/6248478548810098453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-it-go-away.html' title='make it go away'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-806356545678500656</id><published>2009-09-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:38:08.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its all sweet'/><title type='text'>burst of joy</title><content type='html'>without you, the view looked totally different.&lt;br /&gt;gazing at that open space reminds me of that balcony we spent time in&lt;br /&gt;walking alone down the streets makes me miss the times we hold our hands and played around&lt;br /&gt;then the train ride brought me all the way back to the times we spent on this train...&lt;br /&gt;when we were friends, when we travelled as and when we missed the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;then you made that foolish call, brightening my day&lt;br /&gt;it was something special like once again you appeared out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;just like that meeting across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;unexpected and yet so amazing&lt;br /&gt;its a special feeling like a burst out of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to describe it, its just sweet bubbles and lollipops&lt;br /&gt;sizzling with much excitement.&lt;br /&gt;and the other people, the other commuters, i cant be bothered much more bout their thoughts of that weird little girl laughing to herself over there...&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks, we will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-806356545678500656?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-4925186584030845459</id><published>2009-09-07T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:23:34.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thats it'/><title type='text'>the unrelated past</title><content type='html'>the screen views of the past spells foolishness, blindness&lt;br /&gt;me being naive&lt;br /&gt;now that the past was superimposed onto the present, its unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;the blondes gone wild.&lt;br /&gt;crazy they are right now&lt;br /&gt;history shall remain at past tense&lt;br /&gt;beautiful memories you have carved&lt;br /&gt;but now we've all moved on&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us&lt;br /&gt;love you'll find,&lt;br /&gt;still some traces of you over there, bits and pieces,&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless the you i've known&lt;br /&gt;but very much different now&lt;br /&gt;we've moved on&lt;br /&gt;im glad we did,&lt;br /&gt;grown up out of the dumb and meaningless status we had&lt;br /&gt;this is what they say, not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;glad it is this way&lt;br /&gt;we have moved on, no point looking back&lt;br /&gt;no point updating&lt;br /&gt;it shall be old news. old days.&lt;br /&gt;one part of my life where i dont wish to revisit&lt;br /&gt;still i would like to say thank you, for the beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;and mistakes i ought not to make now.&lt;br /&gt;you should learn too,out of this mess we got ourselves into&lt;br /&gt;i hope you realise we were foolish beings,&lt;br /&gt;its love no more a million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;i do miss my past,&lt;br /&gt;something i will look back just to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;just like my baby photos, something to laugh&lt;br /&gt;but certainly not remember.&lt;br /&gt;alot of my past came back recently, now that im trying to live through present to strive for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought this upon myself&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt spen those spare time looking back at my past&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck with melancholy again&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy just now&lt;br /&gt;now im just affected distracted and insane&lt;br /&gt;crazy ass fool&lt;br /&gt;hai, serves me right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but in tomorrow, there is no more yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i have only you to think of each day now boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-4925186584030845459?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/4925186584030845459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=4925186584030845459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/4925186584030845459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/4925186584030845459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/unrelated-past.html' title='the unrelated past'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-5347754486908828532</id><published>2009-09-05T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:04:59.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont blame you'/><title type='text'>here without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;hopefully after tonight, all the worst things are gone&lt;br /&gt;that i wont be lonely anymore&lt;br /&gt;its day 2 without mummy at home&lt;br /&gt;and day 1 that daddy is not here too&lt;br /&gt;everything comes into my hands&lt;br /&gt;the house, the shop and my brother&lt;br /&gt;the mess at the wake today, both heartwrenching and totally uncalled for&lt;br /&gt;one big sister who refuse to be responsible for things, cause disruption in the family&lt;br /&gt;now the niece and nephews care so much more&lt;br /&gt;it aint that good to have such a big family after all&lt;br /&gt;now that im all alone in front of the computer i cant help but feel the pressure of being a growing adult&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll be much easier with my sis around&lt;br /&gt;much better if baby was by my side too&lt;br /&gt;but i guess since they are both not around, i have to face all this alone&lt;br /&gt;much that i hate it, i have to face it&lt;br /&gt;there aint space for me to put up a fight or say anything to stop all these from happening&lt;br /&gt;i could only cry, be weak for a moment&lt;br /&gt;and then face everything&lt;br /&gt;guess as much as i wish to prove my parents wrong that im not sotong, my mind aint prepared for the world&lt;br /&gt;maybe after this incident, i gain more trust&lt;br /&gt;lemme do a good job&lt;br /&gt;i think i can&lt;br /&gt;how difficult can it be?&lt;br /&gt;guess when im weak, i just have to tear a bit, try all ways to get to my boy, a 15 minutes of bombarding my emotions&lt;br /&gt;thn hurry hanging up, coming to the blog,&lt;br /&gt;venting out all the emotions&lt;br /&gt;trying to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;telling myself i have to be awake early tml&lt;br /&gt;now that im busy with this family thing&lt;br /&gt;what about studies, where goes prelims&lt;br /&gt;you asked me if i blamed you for leaving at this moment&lt;br /&gt;my initial answer was yes&lt;br /&gt;it would really have been so much better with you to overcome this with me&lt;br /&gt;maybe if you havent left, i would not be this week at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it, its not as if we knew all these things would happen after youre gone&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt as if we knew it all&lt;br /&gt;we were just naive little beings thinking if all the world could do it why cant us&lt;br /&gt;we were just being innocent kids trying out this new game called LDR&lt;br /&gt;so now the game begins, things came crashing down&lt;br /&gt;we dont even know the rules at all&lt;br /&gt;we just went off killing ourselves renewing our lives and start bombing&lt;br /&gt;it keeps hanging on me, but i keep restarting,&lt;br /&gt;building up armour.&lt;br /&gt;i blamed you, i wanted to get another person in place of you for a moment&lt;br /&gt;venting out my anger and frustrations on him&lt;br /&gt;since you werent there anyway&lt;br /&gt;but it was only a brief second of that thought&lt;br /&gt;i dun blame you anymore&lt;br /&gt;you are still there, worried and blaming yourself&lt;br /&gt;so if i were to do what i thought, i would be crazy&lt;br /&gt;unfaithful in a sense and i would regret for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i had that thought&lt;br /&gt;even for a brief second, i think im guilty for it&lt;br /&gt;you can blame me&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, im not gonna let your history repeat&lt;br /&gt;and even if i were to call up a million guys to tell them of my problem and wishing they will reassure me&lt;br /&gt;it cant beat that 15 minutes of call that we had&lt;br /&gt;it would be so much less than the reassurance that you always give to me&lt;br /&gt;cant you see, there aint space in this little heart of mine for others anymore&lt;br /&gt;just you,&lt;br /&gt;even when youre gone, the empty seat is still reserved for you&lt;br /&gt;just like you promised you would come back for me&lt;br /&gt;i promised i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;and for this entire period of waiting, i aint gonna let any man enter my life&lt;br /&gt;no butt's gonna sit on your seat.&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna face it all alone&lt;br /&gt;hope you can sleep well tonight&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i sounded like i blamed you&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i made you worry or had you blaming yourself for leaving at this period of time&lt;br /&gt;if i could i wouldnt talk to you&lt;br /&gt;make it seem to you that everything's fine over here,&lt;br /&gt;if only i could pretend from day one&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt&lt;br /&gt;im still holding onto our firm belief&lt;br /&gt;the thing that keeps our love burning&lt;br /&gt;perfect honesty&lt;br /&gt;no lies, no hiding&lt;br /&gt;so no lies no hiding, i told you how i felt at that moment of weakness, hope you dont get affected by this&lt;br /&gt;and yea i guess im all fine now&lt;br /&gt;i wont find another man&lt;br /&gt;because no one could ever replace you over here...&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i wish you are here right now&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would enjoy yourself there&lt;br /&gt;make my sacrifice worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;smile my boy&lt;br /&gt;smile through the mile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-5347754486908828532?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/5347754486908828532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-6885270573304683221</id><published>2009-09-04T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:25:58.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know now'/><title type='text'>step out.scream loud</title><content type='html'>teddy geiger-these wallsi guess now's the time to really grow up, step out and be strongtime to stop worrying so much about the uncertain and just strive hard for whats ahead of meyoure rightif our love is so strong, nothing's gonna stop us now, we're not gonna get separatedso right now, even if youre out of reach, i'll stand on my own feeti'll overcome the sad memories of the past,have full trust in you that we'll overcome it allstepping outside these walls and see the world in a different lightas you go and discover a different placei will stay here and discover a different side of mewhen youre back, i'll be changedwhere i see things differentlycoming out stronger than i really amguess its in me all along, a potential in everyonewhether you have the might and opportunity to discover it, to fulfil it comes right under your decisioni made my choicethis 6 weeks its being strong and independentno more tears from now oni've let myself be weak for 3 days nowfor the rest of the days, no more tearsno more hidingbe strong, i'll say this to myself every morning when i wake up nowguess its not that difficult to be a big girl nowguess when i face up to my responsibilities, its not that difficult to be alonewe cant stick with each other for lifetime comes for us to do our own thingsand time is nowfor me to let go of some thingsnot worry so much, having trust and love to sustain usconcentrating on my studies, family and friendsthen when prelims end, slowly await your return and get back at the books to chiong for the BIG Asit took me awhile to come to this realisationbut im glad i did, better late than never and come to think of it, its not so late as yeti still have a long way to gostill have so much personal time and space to learn by my owndaddy's right,its not the entire 98 pages of notes or whatsoeverbut the main gist of itthats similar to life toonot the full lifetimebut these milestones where i learnt bout life's biggest lessons that will define my growing upi guess i know whats trustwhats lovewhats understandingits not the actions that you do when each other is aroundbut the apprehension and independence when you are all aloneyou'll feel real love when everything is gone, but you know youre lovedyou'll truly understand when you stop crying about why are things happening this way and not the otheryou'll learn to trust and believe more easilya single message can brighten your dayyou'll learn to be like how he did, allowing full freedom to do the things you likelet him do it.so you yourself can do your own thingsits not that independence will draw distanceis that it'll promote understanding and draw you closer towards each other when you wish to be dependenti shoudl stop worrying bout distance between uscoz after alli feel us getting closer.feeling the same painfeeling the same misery...we're on the same line.we are still us...guess this is the real time to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-6885270573304683221?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/6885270573304683221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31794355&amp;postID=6885270573304683221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/6885270573304683221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31794355/posts/default/6885270573304683221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/2009/09/step-outscream-loud.html' title='step out.scream loud'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900636526351898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01321871017648182050'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-5015844733658073324</id><published>2009-09-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:56:19.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a steelwoman'/><title type='text'>tough and strong</title><content type='html'>has been 2 days since you entered the departure gates...&lt;br /&gt;the day you left, my world came crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;you took the happy side of me away with you&lt;br /&gt;and another bad news came&lt;br /&gt;now i face more responsibilities than just taking care of myself and chionging for prelims&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be busy busy&lt;br /&gt;the more busy i am, the lonelier i feel&lt;br /&gt;like its up to me and myself to take care of many things&lt;br /&gt;its just different with you being there and not around me&lt;br /&gt;its no longer easy to get to you as and when i like&lt;br /&gt;i guess i depended too much on you since we got together&lt;br /&gt;or even way back when we were friends and we would text each other everyday&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it i have been messaging you every single day since 010108&lt;br /&gt;except days that i was overseas&lt;br /&gt;gosh, no wonder i feel weird not messaging you now&lt;br /&gt;i guess this trip has made me less dependent on you somehow, so far i guess&lt;br /&gt;and yea more easily contented, when you messaged me this morning i was really taken aback,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even think i would be messaging you again for this 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;thought it would just be 6 weeks of waiting for the skyping at night&lt;br /&gt;ah wells, so the message made me a happy little girl&lt;br /&gt;i guess im just so used to having you around that now a part of me is just numb&lt;br /&gt;my hands no longer have yours to hold&lt;br /&gt;i talk much lesser now&lt;br /&gt;i text lesser&lt;br /&gt;i cried more&lt;br /&gt;my mind drift away to you even more...&lt;br /&gt;guess things will get better&lt;br /&gt;it is already turning better&lt;br /&gt;i think soon i'll be able to get through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTBF! wanna take this chance to thank you for being there the entire of tuesday&lt;br /&gt;to see me cry like some freakshow&lt;br /&gt;and we ran in the rain with newspapers as umbrellas that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;hugging me the minute you saw me at the skytrain terminal&lt;br /&gt;calling me to check if i was alright&lt;br /&gt;keep comforting me to tell me that everything was ok&lt;br /&gt;and made me realise yes i shouldnt have those pessimistic thought&lt;br /&gt;prove to me i was right not making that selfish decision which was growing at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i could have just collapsed without you&lt;br /&gt;i could have crumbled to the ground&lt;br /&gt;cried till i flood myself&lt;br /&gt;really, PTBF youre still the best tablemate in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;love ya patrick&lt;br /&gt;study hard for prelims!:D MUACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31794355-5015844733658073324?l=crowned-clown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crowned-clown.blogspot.com/feeds/5015844733658073324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31794355.post-7865051588347153991</id><published>2009-08-31T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:33:36.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when will i fall asleep'/><title type='text'>awake</title><content type='html'>its 2am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;2 hours into the brand new day&lt;br /&gt;im not asleep yet&lt;br /&gt;whats keeping me awake is the medical terms,&lt;br /&gt;resuscitation, internal haemorrage, pancreatic cancer, jaundice&lt;br /&gt;had to google them to rest my mind, now that i know bout them, true i feel better&lt;br /&gt;yet worse at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;its getting worse is it?&lt;br /&gt;tell me no,&lt;br /&gt;tell me its just tonight.&lt;br /&gt;its not entirely good to be enjoying ice cream and receive a call from your bro spelling all the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;its not entirely good to be unable to sleep well at night due to several reasons&lt;br /&gt;it aint good to feel that time is slipping away slowly from your fingers&lt;br /&gt;first, a month,&lt;br /&gt;weeks&lt;br /&gt;then days&lt;br /&gt;then stopped counting&lt;br /&gt;then days with one hand&lt;br /&gt;then now hours&lt;br /&gt;28 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;that hand will slip off&lt;br /&gt;the warmth will wear off&lt;br /&gt;the sight will soon be blurred by tears&lt;br /&gt;the craving will begin&lt;br /&gt;gets stronger each day&lt;br /&gt;the mind gets weaker&lt;br /&gt;the craving strikes heavier every hour now&lt;br /&gt;the hand turns colder.&lt;br /&gt;the hug that is desired is days and weeks away...&lt;br /&gt;hold on tight jasmine, for this 28 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bin, i really dont want you to leave....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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