<?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-2091622655359099601</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:31.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ 'the pieces of my heart are missing you__xx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-3128656584663751264</id><published>2007-09-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:55:39.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. stolen time on the com again. rahh. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briefly, this has been my life over the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday: teacher's day celebration. ri's was quite cool and funny lol. very funny. the performances were okay. then went back to tao nan. their celebration wasn't as good, but i sat through it cos i didn't want to leave halfway. went for lunch at kfc. thought i saw rachel there. lol. nevermind. went to play badminton afterwards. for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday: cip. at pasir ris. we went to pick pong pongs. whee. well at least it was kinda fun, to be honest. was playing softball most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: my parents went away! YES! til tuesday night. slackk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: went to play badminton with brandon, issac, bek, ying, sal and bea. on the pretext of a project meeting. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: mov play rehearsal. went to school, walked on stage for 5 seconds and came off. like about 20 times. slack also. then my parents came back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: MUGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: MUGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. how sad. i guess this how it's gonna be. ohyeah here's the poem i wrote, with kai's help, for the english competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fairytale Heartbreak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;A soul sent down for me to find,&lt;br /&gt;your name had always been in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;A love not possible to compare,&lt;br /&gt;a force that drove away all my despair.&lt;br /&gt;For you I would give my all,&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to catch you if you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Be it rain or shine,&lt;br /&gt;you would always be just mine.&lt;br /&gt;A special place in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings for you I would always guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I saw you smile,&lt;br /&gt;the emotions in me ran wild.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I saw you cry,&lt;br /&gt;my heart wrenched, as though I would die.&lt;br /&gt;Each night as I laid in bed,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you ran through my head.&lt;br /&gt;I yearned for your hands to hold,&lt;br /&gt;without you the world would have been so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Staring up at the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I had never even doubted why.&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew, like that the sea is blue,&lt;br /&gt;my love for you would be forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;It was the story I had bought.&lt;br /&gt;All this while, we were pretending,&lt;br /&gt;but I knew this scene was impending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when it began to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, in my heart, deep within.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want us to part.&lt;br /&gt;But however I know,&lt;br /&gt;This is all just a facade, just a show.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to face up to this,&lt;br /&gt;To take us out of our complete bliss.&lt;br /&gt;But I willed myself, preparing to speak.&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eyes, tears began to leak.&lt;br /&gt;But I know this sentence has to be said by me.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe we just weren’t meant to be.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. FUCK. I WANT TO GO OUT. I WANT THE COM. I WANT MY MP3!!! sigh it's been living hell without my k5. i hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;says i don't wanna be in love. not anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-3128656584663751264?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3128656584663751264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=3128656584663751264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3128656584663751264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3128656584663751264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-3354298848657252633</id><published>2007-08-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:06:05.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quick post before i'm chased off the com. i'm using the com cos of the renaissance writing thing. wrote a poem, haha got approval from kai. she said it's good. (: but i can't think of a damn title. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a heated argument with bryan and royston over the mov play. mehh no point talking about it. and i was gonna write something nice about him in my dedications. royston also. zzz. maybe i should omit them... for now. we &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;a class after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2l. sigh. we had good times, bad times, fun times, shit times, getting screwed for loads of stuff, but we bonded as a class. 2l is made up of nice people man. (: really. even bryan... i suppose. shall do dedications if i have time. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, however, life sucks. our class owns, no matter what other classes say about their own class, ours is the best. but every good thing has something bad as well. it's the opposite of a silver lining. like for our class for instance. sometimes, our class breaks up, argueing alot. i admit i'm one of them. sigh, like many others have said before me, we have less than 3 months as a class together. let's make this a memorable year. i'll &lt;strong&gt;tryy&lt;/strong&gt; to be nice to everyone, and i mean everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2l'07 - calvin, chu ming, bryan, hong en, royston, dewin, dexter, ernest(not forgetting him!), wilbert, kai wen, justin, huai jun, guan lin, shien hian, luke, matthew, ming foong, wilson, lingfei, richard, yu da, terence, yinan, zhi yuan, jiayu, zachary. we're a class. let's show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise to write dedications to all of em. they deserve it seriously, everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to how life sucks. every good thing, there's a bad. which is worse. like you. i thought you were everything. when you replied, i thought everything would be okay. i was ready. but you weren't. i don't know if i'm right, but i don't think you were serious at all. i hope you were. but i don't think so. i'll just hope and see. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to love you. i really do. but i don't know if i can anymore. i'm afraid to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-3354298848657252633?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3354298848657252633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=3354298848657252633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3354298848657252633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3354298848657252633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-post-before-im-chased-off-com.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-470258359780350583</id><published>2007-08-28T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:42:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. one week later during com lesson, cal posts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. eventful week i guess. life's been hard without my mp3. now i realise how much i actually depend on music. my emotions, everything. sigh. bloody parents. my music has nothing much to do with my grades. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well interhouse. sigh tag rugby got 4th, only cos of goal diff. the sec 1s were good but not good enough. and i didn't do much. really should have done alot better. kinda wasted thoug. =/ nevermind. try harder next year. soccer! 2nd for cdiv, 1st for overall! lol we only had a full-power team on the last matchday against hullett, which we won 3-1! lol originally we lost, then we won. 2 goals lol. i found out i was the top scorer with 4 goals! (: nothing much lah actually. and alif is pro. he'll probably be one of the best sec 2s next year in soccer for buckley. (: damn. if we had fielded our best team against moor that day we would have won for sure. zzz. unlucky. we'll win next year though haha. hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahh. hmm had alot of emo thoughts, but now's not the time. but my parents suck. seriously. i was so much happier even despite their bitching cos of you. (: sunday night, 26th auguest. i'll remember that forver. i was soo happy. cos of you. ___________. i know we'll never be together, but it's nice now, ignoring all the impossibilities and obstacles and consequesnces. cos it's all worth it. for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-470258359780350583?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/470258359780350583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=470258359780350583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/470258359780350583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/470258359780350583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-937313430289656909</id><published>2007-08-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:40:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm. haven't posted in a while. banned from com, except from school work. sigh. so i'm posting during com lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much these few days, except intense argument and mugging and work and filing. there was interhouse soccer on friday, house carn 2, but i'll post more about that next time. there's gonna be a replay against hullett and morrison tomorrow, cos they used overaged players. but seeing as we beat morrison we probably won't play em again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop soon, lesson ending soon. there's interhouse tag rugby today as well, ought to win easily, unless they're tougher than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say. i guess it ends like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-937313430289656909?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/937313430289656909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=937313430289656909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/937313430289656909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/937313430289656909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-6447370694091711954</id><published>2007-08-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:05:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, haven't been posting cos of ccts, kinda semi-mugging. really need to pull up my hopeless gpa. rahh. &gt;&lt; anyway, yeah i hope the 'rumour thing' has blown over. once again, miin, and david, i'm really sorry. will promise to NEVER do it again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see. hmm. ccts were okay, really need to pull up my maths mark. hope to get a 70% for that test at least. max i can get is 25/30 though. =/ geog and history, roughly okay, don't expect to do very well, but shouldn't be that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh. re presentation tomorrow! and our group is the first! ahhhhhhhhhhhh! was chionging just now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes house carn 2 is tomorrow. or technically today. in less than 14 hours. sigh. alot of pressure. i want no less than a top 3 placing. hope to be able to achieve that, yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[house carn 2: interhouse soccer: champions - BUCKLEY!]&lt;/strong&gt; - mehh haha hopefully. (: if not you'll get a very angry post tomorrow. correction: if we don't get a top 3 position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random comment. i'm currently addicted to good charlotte. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow, i don't know if i love you. my head says no, but my heart says yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-6447370694091711954?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6447370694091711954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=6447370694091711954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/6447370694091711954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/6447370694091711954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-havent-been-posting-cos-of-ccts.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-8291000615332420176</id><published>2007-08-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:20:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i'm in computer lesson now. this is urgent, so other stuff can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry miin (and david) about the stupid rumour. they were NOT making out in j8, they were just buying a gift for their friend. i was talking shit. so i'm sorry. reallyy sorry. i'm trying to clear the air. THEY WERE NOT DOING ANYTHING. I WAS TALKING SHIT. AND NOW I KNOW I FUCKED UP. BAD. so again, i'm really sorry. please don't talk about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-8291000615332420176?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/8291000615332420176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=8291000615332420176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/8291000615332420176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/8291000615332420176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-5203880053501275825</id><published>2007-08-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:49:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>posting again. even though i'm chionging the geog assignment now. sigh. i'm really afraid for this cct week. even though they aren't my weaker subjects, but i really need this as well as the eoys to pull up my marks. i don't know what i'll do if i'm held back. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;routine sunday, went to church, then went to raffles town club for lunch. had some big argument with my dad, who later gave me some shit on attitude. don't want to talk about it. sigh. got a new watch though, cos my addidas watch's strap broke off. (: bought earphones from joshua too yesterday, for 15 bucks. bragain. (: buttttt, shit. my k5 cracked. right in the middle. fuck. at least it still works, but there's a hole damn near the touchpad. if it breaks further... it'll be practically useless. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did alot of blogthings quizzes this afternoon, did some with darrell as well. (: yeah was really bored. zzz. i'm addicted to gwen stefani's 4 in the morning. here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waking up to find another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moon got lost again last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now the sun has finally had its say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i feel alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it hurts when i think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i let it sink in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm lying here in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all i know is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got to give me everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing less cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i give you all of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i give you everything that i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm handin' over everything that i've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i wanna have a really true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay up till four in the morning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the tears are pouring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i want to make it worth the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wanted was to know i'm safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't want to lose the love i've found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember when you said that you would change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not fair how you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all i know is&lt;br /&gt;you've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;you know i give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;i give you everything that i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm handin' over everything that i've got&lt;br /&gt;cos i wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;stay up till four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;what have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh please, you know what i need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;save all your love up for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can't escape the love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me everything that you have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all i know is&lt;br /&gt;you've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;you know i give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;i give you everything that i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm handin' over everything that i've got&lt;br /&gt;cos i wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;stay up till four in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;what have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give you all of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/em&gt; by Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else but you would do. i don't ever want to give you up. just fall into my arms, and everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's take a shot at true love. just this once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-5203880053501275825?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5203880053501275825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=5203880053501275825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/5203880053501275825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/5203880053501275825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-3841912621705022124</id><published>2007-08-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:52:57.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. it's been a normal saturday. kinda. rahh my dad made me sign up for some chinese tuition class... but i gave in, don't really wanna argue with him too much. zzz. then went for church class, was smsing throughout the whole class with louisa. haha the class was kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;took alot of quizzes, cos i was really bored. sigh i was supposed to do my geog assignment, and study for the damn ccts, but... sigh so much academic pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#b9d3ee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life is Like Titanic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/titanic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless."You think that you only really have one true love in your life. And that you better to anything and everything to be with that person.You tend to be very nostalgic about past loves that didn't work out. There are many secret feelings that you keep to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your love style: Deep and emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;titanic... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are More Yin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumoreyinoryangquiz/yin.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Devoted&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Moon&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Passive&lt;br /&gt;Metal&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Are You More Yin or Yang?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh damn, i AM&lt;strong&gt; femme&lt;/strong&gt;. well actually it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemini - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/gemini-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:Your lively, outgoing attitude attracts people to you everywhere you go.You can talk your way into - and out of - any situation you desire.You're adaptable enough to flirt with anyone - and people tend to fight over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your negative traits:You get easily bored in relationships, and tend to jump from person to person.You tend to be a bit of a player - and have a high tolerance for drama in relationships.Not the most empathetic person, you tend to tell lovers to "get over" their problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your ideal partner:Is intelligent and quick witted enough to keep you interested.Is a bit of a shape shifter, providing you with the variety you crave.An open minded person, who's willing to have a non-traditional relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your dating style:Exciting. If your date shows you a new experience (like Egyptian food or scuba diving), you're very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your seduction style:Experimental: it's rare that you try the same thing twice.Ultra kinky - you do stuff that's not even in books yet.Hot and cold... sometimes you're just not into the whole sex thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tips for the future:Settle down a little. Sometimes good things come with time - so don't let people go so fast.Acknowledge that you're a player and flirt. If your mate can't live with this, find someone who can.Give your partner a little more attention. You don't have to be a social butterfly all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best color to attract mate: Sunny yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is kinda unreliable. not very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.You tend to give more than take in relationships.You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Number is 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovenumberquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a peaceful person, and you tend to have calm, stable relationships.Connecting deeply is another skill of yours, and you tend to know lovers well.Trusting and laid back, you are an easy person to love.Love can be a little blinding for you, so open your eyes a little more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;What Is Your Love Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these relationship quizzes are accurate. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:Your propensity for monogamy is medium.In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Experience Level:Your experience level is high.You've loved, lost, and loved again.You have had a wide range of love experiences.And when the real thing comes along, you know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dominance:Your dominance is low.This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.You know a relationship is not about getting your way.And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cynicism:Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Independence:Your independence is low.This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Excitement Seeking: Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friendliness: Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sociability: Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Assertiveness: Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheerfulness: Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Activity Level: Very Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm? interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#bfe9ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Conscientiousness:You have low conscientiousness.Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agreeableness:You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neuroticism:You have high neuroticism.It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Openness to experience:Your openness to new experiences is medium.You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;i've resolved not to be extremely emo for a week! yupp just extremely, cos i think it's bascially impossible to not be emo for a whole week. not that i want it but... well. anyway today was relatively un-emo-ish, so well done calvin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what more can i say? i'm in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-3841912621705022124?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3841912621705022124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=3841912621705022124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3841912621705022124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3841912621705022124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-6219825092925962052</id><published>2007-08-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:54:35.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh haven't been able to post, either cos i was kicked of the com too early to post, or i was just banned from the com completely. sigh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, august 8 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day's eve! had some loong talk about racial harmony, if i'm not wrong. wasn't really listening, haha. then had some performances, before school ended. managed to get away with my trimmed hair, cos p.lim couldn't reeally inspect properly, cos i was sent to the clock tower for not wearing school shorts. -.- i didn't even hear the announcement. but i guess it was a blessing in diguise haha. then played soccer til 10.40, and reaced tao nan at 11.40. sigh, dunno what the school's become, they didn't allow us to play soccer inside, we even had to sign in! the security gurad was saying some shit about go in see teachers then come out. don't make trouble for us. rahh i had a good mind to tell him that i knew their principle. but well, apparently there were no teachers, execpt ms theng i think, so we signed in and signed out after a minute. had a huge misunderstanding with them later when we tried to go in again to find the nygh and rgs people. mehh stupid security guards. went to macs, then went to jeremy's house with wenzheng, jeremy(duh.), dtiong and davin. played dtiong's ps2, spammed winningeleven8. then played real soccer with wenzheng and jeremy. lol we pangseh david, or actually he pangseh us, whichever, -.- to play badminton with his... uhh... nevermind. his friends. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, august 9 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day! happy 42th birthday singapore. yepp i'm proud to be a singaporean. but it was some boring day, rahh wasn't allowed to go out, ); except to go cut hair. sighh. well i have a new hairstyle now kinda spiky. kinda like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, august 10 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i was allowed to go out today! (: went to watch rush hour 3 with __________(sorry i'm disclosing your names cos my irritating friend, aka david, is bloody nosey. so sorry paiseh. (: lol.). went to have a quick lunch, before watching the movie. hahahaha it's damn funny! lol went to pizza hut after that for dinner. (: was also allowed back on the com today! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. this should end happy, but i have to say it. _____________, i think you're a complete bitch. i wish i had nothing to do with you. you and you so-called friends. this is just a complete pretence, trying to suck-up to the so-called more important girls. so what if they know more guys? does that mean they're better? no. they're all bitches. complete fucking bitches. they think they're so good cos they know a bunch of guys. big deal. and you, trying to emulate them, trying to be friends with them, just so you can be as 'important' as them. maybe that's what you think, but it sure as hell ain't what i think. bitches.faggots.showoffs.snobs.fuckers.liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your 'friends', just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to hell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, i don't know what to do, what to say, what to believe in. that's when i wish you were next to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-6219825092925962052?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6219825092925962052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=6219825092925962052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/6219825092925962052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/6219825092925962052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh-havent-been-able-to-post-either.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-7727423884730486517</id><published>2007-08-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:50:21.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh. i have a splitting headache. shall attempt to sleep early, like before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decide to try to get over you. i still love you, but i know it's impossible between us. it's never ever going to be. i wish it wasn't like that, but there's nothing i can do. sigh. my homework is getting worse day after day, and so are my grades. must buck up. alot. bleahh had to get a haircut, or rather a trim, cos p.lim found reason to get me booked. whatthefuck. it's national day and she can't give us a break. ahh well. hmm wanted to post during com lesson, but was to busy checking other people's blogs. ouchh it's getting worse. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been emo-ing over the last... 24 hours. that's a start i suppose. (: okay, shall stop here, shall go sleep at this amazingly unseemingly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i told myself i won't miss you, but i remember, what it feels like beside you. i really miss your hair in my face; and the way your innocence tastes. and i think you should know... you deserve much better than me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-7727423884730486517?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7727423884730486517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=7727423884730486517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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understand while my life is so unfair, so screwed up. maybe it was my parents, or just seeing how happy and cheerful others are, that led to this. i'm supposed to become cheerful after seeing other cheerful people, but no. it didn't work that way. it provoked the emo-ness inside me and led to this. this fucked up shit. what i'd do for a day in someone else's life. what i do for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's talk this over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not like we're dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was it something i did?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was it something you said?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't leave me hanging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a city so dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;held up up so high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on such a breakable thread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were all the things i thought i knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i thought we could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were everything, everything that i wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all this time you were pretending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got your dumb friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they tell you i'm difficult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but so are they&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they don't know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do they even know you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the things you hide from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the shit that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were all the things i thought i knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i thought we could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were everything, everything that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;and all the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's nice to know you were there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for acting like you cared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and making me feel like i was the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's nice to know we had it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for watching as i fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and letting me know we were done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was everything, everything that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;and all the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were everything, everything that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;and all the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Happy Ending &lt;/em&gt;by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot find a way to describe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's there inside, all i do is hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish that it would just go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would you do, you do, if you knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the pain, i thought i knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my thoughts lead back to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to what was never said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back and forth inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't handle this confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm unable; come and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like i am all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all by myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to get around this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my words are cold, i don't want them to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i show you, i don't think you'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos no one understands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pain, i thought i knew&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts lead back to you&lt;br /&gt;back to what was never said&lt;br /&gt;back and forth inside my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle this confusion&lt;br /&gt;i'm unable; come and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going nowhere [on and on and]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm getting nowhere [on and on and on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going nowhere [on and off and off and on][and off and on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the pain, i thought i knew&lt;br /&gt;all my thoughts lead back to you&lt;br /&gt;back to what was never said&lt;br /&gt;back and forth inside my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle this confusion&lt;br /&gt;i'm unable; come and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take Me Away&lt;/em&gt; by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk a lonely road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only one that i have ever known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know were it goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its home to me and i walk alone&lt;br /&gt;i walk this empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the boulevard of broken dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm the only one and i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk a-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish someone out there will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;til then i walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking down the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the border line of the edge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and were i walk alone&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's fucked up and every things all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;check my vital signs to know i'm still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk a-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish someone out there will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;til then i walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk a-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk this empty street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the boulevard of broken dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm the only one and i walk a-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish someone out there will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;til then i'll walk alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/em&gt; by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if only you'd even care about me. maybe life would have some meaning after all. but that's never going to happen. i love you, ___________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please, i need you. just look towards my way. just notice me. notice how without you, i am &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-3470138997549211283?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3470138997549211283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=3470138997549211283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3470138997549211283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/3470138997549211283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-sometimes-you-just-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-2880163573810891007</id><published>2007-08-03T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:57:34.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was unable to post yesterday, so this is briefly what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had philo cct, don't think i did badly, knew most of the questions. and i'm pretty sure my argument trees were fine. should get a 4.0 at least for the test. (: but knowing my record i better not get my hopes up... =/ also went to the hospital for a check up for my knee. not the wound, another growth problem which occurs in atheletes. bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm took some random tests just now to kinda relax abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chocolate Cheesecake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/cheesecake-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich and greedy, you're attracted to the dark side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever quite satisfies your inner beast. And somehow, people find that sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cute. (: choc cheesecake. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Worry Factor is 94%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouworrytoomuchquiz/worry.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry way too much. It's practically ruining your life.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything bad that could possibly happen, you've worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;Chill out a little, and realize that life is pretty great as is.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, things may go wrong. But if they do, you will be able to deal with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouworrytoomuchquiz/"&gt;Do You Worry Too Much?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah well i kinda expected this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Great Liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pretty much pull anything over on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert liar, even if you don't lie very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o.O it kinda seems as though they want you to practice lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;orange. hmm. don't really like orange. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sigh this has to be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 83% Addicted to Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/addicted-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well face it, you're a slave for love.&lt;br /&gt;You'll do anything to be wanted and loved...&lt;br /&gt;And that means you probably haven't found true love yet.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to go "cold turkey" on your love addiction - and try being single for once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you know i would do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Make 64% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ermm somehow i don't believe this. results completely defy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did those tests to kinda take my mind off stuff, to not be emo, though some of the quizs do spark memories of you... bleahh okay forget it. ermm... oh yeah also had cross-country today. well in a way, i'm disappointed yet proud of myself. proud cos though i was injured, i still persisted in running. at first i wasn't supposed to run, but then i decided to just walk most of it, no hardcore or anything. then once the race started, i saw so many people pass me that i just began running. with an injured knee. well in that aspect i was pleased with myself. but for the disappointing part. sigh i was the first person outside the 'point mark'. which was 25mins. i got 25.02. that's completely fucked up. sigh if not for this damn injury which caused me to walk so much, i could and should have gotten 24mins roughly. sigh how disappointing is that lahh. grrrrr. and also lost to wzy by 8 seconds. zzz i can't believe it. he was pushed down again at the start, that's why he was so slow... poor thing. haiz and guanlin got 4th also cos of a knee injury! hell lah so wasted. ahh well it's gone by already, so there's nothing i can do but make sure i do better next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm still contemplating whether to go back on the 8th. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you did that when i confided in you. i trusted you and this is how you repay. what can i say? i was a complete fool to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's the silver lining i've been looking for. but it's completely out of my reach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-2880163573810891007?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2880163573810891007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=2880163573810891007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/2880163573810891007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/2880163573810891007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-unable-to-post-yesterday-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091622655359099601.post-2309804997532775633</id><published>2007-08-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:55:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol new blog again. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall just recount yesterday's events and what happened today. nothing much yesterday, except buckley inter-house soccer trials. did okay, i suppose. but not many turned up so anyway... bleahh got smashed in the shin by the house captain. zzz accidental clash, but it still hurts... hmm there was something else but i've forgotten what it was... ermm nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was relatively okay, 'cept that my knee got screwed during pe rugby. should have let go after the tackle but, well, who cares. the skin was torn off on my left knee. ouchh. ahh well. at least i could take the lift. [: did some weird quiz just now as well. the questions have no relation whatsoever to the characters they generate for you. -.- ah well i guess it was partially true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;br /&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Animal Personality Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;sighh. i've resolved to be less emo, and it has been better, to an extent. but somehow, i just can't seem to completely eradicate it. bleahh... still sometimes lapse into short periods of emo-ness, but luckily short enough for no one to notice. well, i just suppose that's one of my many flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fairytales are beyond stories; they are written dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091622655359099601-2309804997532775633?l=angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2309804997532775633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2091622655359099601&amp;postID=2309804997532775633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/2309804997532775633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091622655359099601/posts/default/2309804997532775633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelic-necrologue.blogspot.com/2007/08/lol-new-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>[C]alvin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
