<?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-5728621</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:27:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMM0B|L3</title><subtitle type='html'>my blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>all these sounds</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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-116126615064284473</id><published>2006-10-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:55:50.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did this post cos im like really desperate. no one to turn to la. shitty promo results, barely got promoted = crappy inside but looking good on the surface. i just realised how close i was to getting retained. bloody close. on hindsight, it's damn shitty. EVERYONE's getting decent grades or better than what they expected. i mean, everybody worked so damn hard for promos like weeks in advanced. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/116126615064284473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/116126615064284473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116126615064284473' title=''/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-115625216636954850</id><published>2006-08-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:09:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL?</title><summary type='text'>people visit this blog? whatever for? lol. i haven't blogged since february 22nd i think. madness la. serious, whoever's reading this now, go do something more constructive. HAHAHA. until i decide on a whim to start blogging again. people like RALPH, MANQUAN, dun read past EMO posts. lol, that's how long ago can? funny la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/115625216636954850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/115625216636954850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115625216636954850' title='LOL?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-114113679776777583</id><published>2006-02-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:26:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the code.</title><summary type='text'>i didn't know that ugys have rules - unspoken, unwritten but, there are rules covering all manner of etiquette concerning guys and their relationships with the women in their lives, romantic or otherwise.1st rule.first thin, ladies, if a guy has the hots for a friend's former squeeze(named A) but said friend(named B) broke up with A less than a month ago, then A is completely out of bounds. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/114113679776777583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/114113679776777583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113679776777583' title='the code.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113958670782090438</id><published>2006-02-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:02:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jokes. the amnesian islands. where LOST( the tv series) was supposed to have been filmed at. hahahahaha. makes sense now doesn't it?remember the times we read the Mr. Men and Little Miss series, like the above? but this brings a whole new light towards children's book such as these. so much for maturity ratings(like those in movies)hahahaha, this is damn lame.WARNING: SICK JOKE. please refrain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113958670782090438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113958670782090438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113958670782090438' title=''/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113793934594134305</id><published>2006-01-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:17:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my f*cking comp is dead. DEAD DEAD DEAD. wth. what to do what to do?anw, yesterday there was this peacock running all over the estate. bloody hell. dunno where it come from. lol. at 6 plus it was at one end. at 12 plus was at the other end. den settled down at the house opp mine. lol. here's some pics.the house in the backgrd is my neighbour's house. it was damn huge. gay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113793934594134305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113793934594134305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113793934594134305' title=''/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113730564111214050</id><published>2006-01-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:14:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><summary type='text'>hmmms, a series of unfortunate events. ok, maybe not a series. but an unfortunate event. and i deeply regret it at that.i would like to apologise to everybody involved(although some may not accept, or choose not to accept), and to thank those who helped me in one way or another. nevertheless, my sincerest apologies goes out to shouyee, for throwing a bowl of japanese rice on him. my apologies are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113730564111214050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113730564111214050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113730564111214050' title='why?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113681728937447147</id><published>2006-01-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:48:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzled.</title><summary type='text'>firstly, im like pretty curious as to why my readers per day has increased DRASTICALLY. 1. i do not blog.2. even if i blog, they are completely inane and mundane stuff which would just bore the shit out of you. frankly speaking. though i wouldn't know how the hell that happens, which is how shit comes out of you. i mean other than shitting, shit cant come out of you. but the phrase bore the tears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113681728937447147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113681728937447147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113681728937447147' title='puzzled.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113465704909330130</id><published>2005-12-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:30:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jokes.</title><summary type='text'>Why Athletes Can't Have Real Jobs:Chicago Cubs outfielder Andre Dawson on being a role model: "I wan' all dem kids to do what I do, to look up to me. I wan' all the kids to copulate me."New Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the upcoming season: "I want to rush for 1000 or 1500 yards, whichever comes first."Senior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh: "I'm going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113465704909330130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113465704909330130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113465704909330130' title='a jokes.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113446530116343498</id><published>2005-12-13T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:15:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><summary type='text'>interesting. i blogged after slightly more den a mth. woohoo. lol, anw just back frm perth. was fun, but very tired. aiya, blog later. HAHA, this blog rly damn dead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113446530116343498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113446530116343498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113446530116343498' title='wow.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113137510453522507</id><published>2005-11-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:51:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><summary type='text'>my internet finally ok. i just realised the two things 1 person in a modern world cant live without is the internet and handphone. gay la. i felt damn lost lo. without internet for 1 fucking week. hell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113137510453522507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113137510453522507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113137510453522507' title='finally'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-113023092154474531</id><published>2005-10-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:07:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i put in a lot of effort, for this CT2. really. and when mrs chan returned the papers, she said only one word "expected". it was a crushing blow. seriously. i swear i had put in hell lot of effort into my math. i dunno. my biology was just adding salt to the fucking deep wound. completely unexpected. i felt really fucked up. of all things mrs chan could say, she said that. i admit i din really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113023092154474531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/113023092154474531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113023092154474531' title=''/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112826148749815047</id><published>2005-10-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:58:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long.</title><summary type='text'>haven't been blogging for so long. siannn. two weeks time is CT2. fuck that. in a mth's time is o lvl hcl. fuck that too. anw, two must visit blogs in the recent weeks. talkcocksummit and rockson. hahas. click on the words to go to the website. anw, TCS is proudly by yh, yj and dunno who's the last guy. lol. must visit. a joke from jheeva. ( was actually a racist joke, but n view of the recent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112826148749815047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112826148749815047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112826148749815047' title='so long.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112702451906390760</id><published>2005-09-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:21:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo.</title><summary type='text'>those who don't watch anime, should still at least try to watch Final Fantasy VII : Advent Children. this show has the ultimate CG which is so effing life-like. anw, this shows damn damn cool. tifa and cloud rocks. haha. SPOILER:kakashi's mangekyou owns la. but use up too much chakra. kao. naruto looks like a damn noob beside him. LOL.bleach oso getting damn funny. renji, masumoto, rukia, ikkaku,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112702451906390760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112702451906390760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112702451906390760' title='woohoo.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112645422475881663</id><published>2005-09-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:57:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims</title><summary type='text'>lol, tmr's the HCL prelims. good luck to myself. and the rest in ri sec4. hoho. 5 more weeks to prelims. go me!! a new beginning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112645422475881663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112645422475881663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645422475881663' title='prelims'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112626880298797389</id><published>2005-09-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:45:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>Gundam Seed Destiny - Reason (Ending Song/Translated)the further the distance between us,the more i feel you closer.even the sadness changes to strength,when i think of you.even though we'd exchange a lot of words,we still couldn't understand each other completely.but we didn't notice iti only want to hold youthough i lost my dreamyou told me not to give upthe further the distance between us,the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112626880298797389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112626880298797389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112626880298797389' title='-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112610811809707715</id><published>2005-09-07T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:50:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choice?</title><summary type='text'>not what we have, but what we use;not what we are, but what we choose;these are the things that mar or bless the sum of human happiness;the thing nearby,not that afar,not what we seem;but what we are;these are the things that make or break,that give the heart its joy or ache.not what seems fair, but what seems true;not what we dream off, but what we do;these are the things that shine like gems,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112610811809707715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112610811809707715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610811809707715' title='choice?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112601163250187046</id><published>2005-09-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:02:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only thing</title><summary type='text'>7 things that i can do1. make good fried rice.2. scuba dive.3. irritate people evry well. unfortunately4. love a person very deeply5. run pretty well for a flat footer (bhb. lol.)6. treasure friendships7. run a pretty high handphone bill (no good for my pocket. lol.)6 songs i like1. Dang Ni - Cyndi Wang2. Blurry - Puddle of Mudd3. Ghost of You and Me - Bbmak4. All That I've Got - The Used5. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112601163250187046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112601163250187046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601163250187046' title='the only thing'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112599916365503487</id><published>2005-09-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:41:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tioman!</title><summary type='text'>- the first thing i wanna say is that tioman owns. esp if ur going with 22 other classmates. the night before the actual day, i was like started packing my bag damn late la. so ended up slping at 2. wth, next morning wake up at 5. friggint tired. den went to school and i thot i would be quite early but turns out evry1 reached there like so much earlier. the excitement in the air was so obvious. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112599916365503487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112599916365503487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112599916365503487' title='tioman!'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112550294594037366</id><published>2005-08-31T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:42:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it never existed. it never does.</title><summary type='text'>there's so many times i've let you downso many times i've played aroundi tell you now, they don't mean a thingevery place I go, i'll think of youevery song i sing, i'll sing for youwhen i come back i'll bring your wedding ringevery fairy tale ends with a happy ending. mine didn't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112550294594037366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112550294594037366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112550294594037366' title='it never existed. it never does.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112506181283570032</id><published>2005-08-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:10:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><summary type='text'>- maybe second chances never existed -hmms, haven't blogged for damn long.. ahh. anw, the trip sci fever is over. phew. mad ass 2 weeks. but now can slack a bit but the bloody prelims are on the very first day of school. fug. sucks la. anw, i think shld be able to go tioman. woohoo. semi-class outing? hahaanw, mrs albar is like the coolest teacher ever. recently, her madness has reached a high. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112506181283570032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112506181283570032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506181283570032' title='huh?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112395070368504106</id><published>2005-08-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:15:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTLINES!!</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -anything below is just purely for laughs. that's if i could elicit any frm those who read. lol.Psychiatric Hotline Voice MailRING...RING...click Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline. If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly. If you are codependent, please ask someone to press 2. If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5 and 6. If you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112395070368504106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112395070368504106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112395070368504106' title='HOTLINES!!'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112255630320553087</id><published>2005-07-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:18:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg. new words in sg vocab.</title><summary type='text'>New Singapore VocabularyNKF: (verb) - to cheat, to report lower or higher figures with an intention to cheat, to report false figures.E.g. Ah Beng NKFed his salary to impress that chio bu he was after without realising that she NKFed her vital statistics by wearing wonder bra.NKF: (noun) - an organization whose modus operandi are dubious. E.g. Ah Lian left that company because she found that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112255630320553087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112255630320553087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112255630320553087' title='omg. new words in sg vocab.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112229488249926590</id><published>2005-07-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:54:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let live and let die.</title><summary type='text'>haha, deleted the post. i figured since i wasn't even angry earlier on, why now? haha. but if hate den hate lah. really nth much to say. that's a few friends lesser. but i hope nth worse will come outta it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112229488249926590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112229488249926590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112229488249926590' title='let live and let die.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112186988655920387</id><published>2005-07-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:49:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quaint world</title><summary type='text'>now i get it what it means to help someone but get shit thrown in ur face. all that happened was that she msged me to meet her to get ur stuff and pass it back to you. that's all. and i dunno where she got my number from. den after telling you that i got your stuff, i get the cold shoulder. why? because i din tell u that i was gonna meet her to get your stuff. omg, i din noe that to get sth from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112186988655920387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112186988655920387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186988655920387' title='quaint world'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112144377544079639</id><published>2005-07-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:09:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai</title><summary type='text'>- there were the nights holding you close, someday i'll try to forget them, someday i'll be over you -hai. i opened the wounds again. the old wounds that were gradually healing with time. although i din really want that, but i wanted to think about the times we spent together all over again. i realised that i kinda wouldn't mind opening those wounds and letting them heal all over again, and maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112144377544079639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112144377544079639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112144377544079639' title='hai'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112117854166045484</id><published>2005-07-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:29:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quirky world</title><summary type='text'>- the love that lasts the longest is the love that is bever returned -What happens when strippers aren't real...German police called to a house due to complaints about noise were taken abck to be welcomed as male strippers.The two officers were greeted by a group of women with cries of "Are the strippers here at last?"when they visited a home in Bremen.But when the officers stressed that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112117854166045484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112117854166045484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117854166045484' title='quirky world'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112083592573454965</id><published>2005-07-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:18:45.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye grand dad</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -hai, grand dad passed away last sunday. it was damn hard to accept it, to see my grandfather sleeping eternally. i did not really accept the fact, and kept telling myself that he was only slping. but alas, it was not. throughout these 5 days, i kept thinking about how he took care of me, watching me grow up since i was a baby, using his marvellous culinary skills to whip up nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112083592573454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112083592573454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112083592573454965' title='bye grand dad'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-112013224155912873</id><published>2005-06-30T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:50:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -omg, i finally pieced the lyrics of the song together. kao. here it is.boulevard of broken songs - remixed by Party BenI walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goesBut it's home to me and I walk aloneToday is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you I walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of broken dreamsWhere the city sleepsAnd I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112013224155912873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/112013224155912873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112013224155912873' title='finally'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111952481756556778</id><published>2005-06-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:06:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>softball camp.</title><summary type='text'>- why do fall? because u trip. -hmms, our camp was damn gay la. 1st day was like uber slack in the morning. mainly cos i had maths remedial so i ended up not trng in the morning. not like trng for us sec4s was veh intensive oso. ahha. den lunch was errmm, NOT good. not at all. ended up complaining. whahaha, as in really la. compared to last yr where the food was too much, and way way more this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111952481756556778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111952481756556778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111952481756556778' title='softball camp.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111901680997405741</id><published>2005-06-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:08:58.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life of a coconut</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -hmmms, i'll just pretend that you were refering to that so i'd have a good reason no to think of you anymore.anyway, on a brighter side, todae's trng was damn funny. it's like had to play match against the j1s. like wtf, so damn hot. den i no mood la, somemore my body was aching like mad from wednesday's gym. den it's like in 2nd inning we were batting, i had a headache, den a bit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111901680997405741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111901680997405741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111901680997405741' title='a day in the life of a coconut'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111884808398121809</id><published>2005-06-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:08:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmms.</title><summary type='text'>- the early bird gets the worms, but the second mouse always gets the cheese -hahas, i realised my tuition got many chiobus. x) lol. there's this esp. hot girl, wah. aiya, dunno what to say oso. haha. aiya, dunno what to blog oso. nvm, chio gals. -grins but... hai, nvm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111884808398121809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111884808398121809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111884808398121809' title='hmmms.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111876445054607805</id><published>2005-06-14T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:54:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more ass kissing please.</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -What Makes 100%?What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.How about achieving 103%?What makes up 100% in life?Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:If:A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111876445054607805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111876445054607805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876445054607805' title='more ass kissing please.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111867236257257014</id><published>2005-06-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:25:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol. JOKES</title><summary type='text'>damn funny joke, it's sick. SICK. so those affected do not read whatever is below. at ur own risk. x)A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:Cheese Sandwich: $1.50Chicken Sandwich: $2.50Hand Job: $10.00He checks his wallet for the necessary payment, then he walks up to the bar and beckons to one of the exceptionally attractive blondes serving drinks to an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111867236257257014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111867236257257014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867236257257014' title='lol. JOKES'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111824593768655088</id><published>2005-06-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:52:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmms</title><summary type='text'>now i realise why ppl cut themselves. cause the pain makes u forget evrythn. it's addictive.saw broken glass pieces,picked one piece up.light glanced off the surface,what lies behind it?pressed it down and dragged it across,u feel the pain, but another feeling u can't describe.a red streak starts to form.nearly pressing it down for the 2nd streak,and i decided not to.knew it would be addictive,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111824593768655088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111824593768655088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824593768655088' title='hmms'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111798519811849967</id><published>2005-06-05T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:26:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>童话 - 光良忘了有多久，再没听到你对我说你最爱的故事我想了很久，我开始慌了，是不是我又做错了什么你哭着对我说，童话里都是骗人的我不可能是你的王子也许你不会懂，从你说爱我以后我的天空星星都亮了我愿变成童话里，你爱的那个天使张开双手变成翅膀守护你你要相信，相信我们会像童话故事里幸福和快乐是结局有梦想的人就不会寂寞。i miss u.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111798519811849967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111798519811849967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111798519811849967' title=''/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111789980138671556</id><published>2005-06-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:43:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao, im so slow.</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -wah seh. im so damn wols. felicia chin's a softballer, and i din noe. if only she's still playing it. heh. -grins only knew abt it when my couz told me todae. whahahaha, surprising leh.oh yah, if u guys din see today's TODAY, go see it. vanderput as singapore's nxt hockey talent. ppl tout him to be better den the current forward of india or sth liddat. go vanderput! do raffles proud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111789980138671556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111789980138671556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789980138671556' title='wah lao, im so slow.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111780867216413841</id><published>2005-06-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:24:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>russell peters</title><summary type='text'>russell peters acts out all the roles, impersonating accents when needed.i rmb hanging around one white boy named ryan when i was 10 yrs old, i went to his house after sch one day right, his parents nvr beat him, and they nvr even yelled at him.he could do anythn he wanted and nth was gonna happen to him. but he was an angry kid. i walked into his house after school one day, and his mum goes "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111780867216413841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111780867216413841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780867216413841' title='russell peters'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111737523658739288</id><published>2005-05-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:00:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai</title><summary type='text'>- and there’s nowhere in the world i’d rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me -fuck man. my parents are damn fucked up lah. they fucking scold me for some unreasonable reason and i argue back and they say i shouldn't be arguing back. wtf. the fuck. bloody hell lah. they dun fcukign understand me and always scold and shout for some fucking unreasonable shit. fuck. this is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111737523658739288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111737523658739288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737523658739288' title='hai'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111712266329617483</id><published>2005-05-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:51:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f*ck off</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -what the f*ck is wrong with them lah. sicne after that day, they have to all come and ask me abt ex gf and all that shit. A: do u regret breaking up?me: haha. -shrugs- ( DUH, of cos i F*CKING REGRET IT, and all i've done to hurt you)den among other things, they have to keep reminding me of it. the f*ck. do u know how hard it is to pretend? will u guys please stop asking? it's getting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111712266329617483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111712266329617483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712266329617483' title='f*ck off'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111693705038437785</id><published>2005-05-24T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:32:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>release</title><summary type='text'>- why would u not give in to your heart -`9.13pmomg. im so damn fcking pathetic. just yesterday only i said i know i should be letting go. but.. but.. hai. bahhh. why is it that i find it so hard to leave evrything behind? i dream of you sometimes, and evrything abt you. why can you forget abt me so easily, but i cant do the same for you? aren't guys supposed to be less emotionally attached </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111693705038437785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111693705038437785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111693705038437785' title='release'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111682945037640287</id><published>2005-05-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:22:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really confused.</title><summary type='text'>- if getting over you was wise and loving makes me a fool, i rather be a fool forever -`10.17pmwas on the bus home..Let It Burn - Usher: And its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt youI gotta let it burnand then it dawned on me..i've been really selfish.-nods.jus because i love her alot and i miss her..so i hold onto her so very tightly and refuse to let her go..and i guess when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111682945037640287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111682945037640287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111682945037640287' title='really confused.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111651548260067367</id><published>2005-05-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:14:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><summary type='text'>- if you fall, stand up again and move on -todae evrything was going pretty well, lessons, chinese which was quite funny, den RE felt so acomplished cos we managed to get ppl to help us do 100 surveys, though we still hav lots more, den came the time for us to get back our english n lit marks. den it's like zeyan told me my eng fail. i was shocked, but i thot maybe he saw wrongly or sth. den i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111651548260067367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111651548260067367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651548260067367' title='thanks'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111625019288157144</id><published>2005-05-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:01:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay lah.</title><summary type='text'>- i would walk to the ends of the earth, just for you -1st period damn sian sian. cos some CCA day, do dunno what lah. din really pay attention. den 2nd period maths rite, mrs chan like on tight string liddat. she a bit pissed recently. gahh. den pe was rock climbing, lol. wanted to climb but was afraid of my injury on mah knee. blahh. after recess library period, den was reading den i fell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111625019288157144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111625019288157144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625019288157144' title='gay lah.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111581597524556369</id><published>2005-05-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:54:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring. really really boring.</title><summary type='text'>- who says all good things have to come to an end -/ 10:51pmwas watching eye for a guy 2 just now. haha, the twist was like such a bomb lah. man, it was damn funny to see the remaining 3 of them, their faces were like, urghhhh. the two new guys wolfgang(half german, half sg) and christian(swedish) are dman handsome lah. esp wolfgang. lol. seriously. kao, n denise keller looks damn sexy sometimes,</summary><link rel='edit' 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water has been found on mars.lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111572952623624904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111572952623624904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572952623624904' title='finally.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111504522976090398</id><published>2005-05-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:47:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick</title><summary type='text'>-i hope this whole week would past real quickly. i wan all the tests to just breeze by, but i dun wanna screw up too. so i want more time to study oso. so contradicting. fuck, im damn worried abt my chem and maths. can nvr practise enuff. gay lah. and my redox is fcked up. sian.Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly ClarksonSeems like just yesterdayYou were a part of meI used to stand so tallI used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111504522976090398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111504522976090398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504522976090398' title='quick'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111487347643015684</id><published>2005-04-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:09:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>how does the story end?--only he knows.where do i find him?--where is he?I dont know. Ive been looking for years--What are you looking for?Im looking for the end--Be careful what you wish for--You may just find it--Hello, can i help u?--Im looking for the end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111487347643015684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111487347643015684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111487347643015684' title='-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111462038043337920</id><published>2005-04-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:46:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><summary type='text'>- i would nvr let you go -hai. todae is wednesday. friday is our common test. chinese paper. gahh. it has been all so stressing these 2 wks. all the projs, den the loads of hw which dun get lesser. blahh, den still must study. fucking pissed todae. chem ca GPA was 1.2 like, wtf. jon yang got 0.8 we were damn pissed lah. just cos that time we din noe must hand in chem differentiated assgn, cos we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111462038043337920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111462038043337920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111462038043337920' title='=('/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111392680079102025</id><published>2005-04-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:09:44.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><summary type='text'>- nvr look back into your life as you nvr noe which memory may come rushing back -i swear 3i/4i is fucking insane. including me. we have tchrs who are damn humourous, and i rly mean it. den we have so many mad ass jokers in class. seriously. im not ok. but i like it. i think most of us like it, just that sometimes it does cross the border a lil bit, which may piss some tchrs off, but it rox lah. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111392680079102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111392680079102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111392680079102025' title='madness'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111330816916812907</id><published>2005-04-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:24:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confucius says. pt 2</title><summary type='text'>wahahaha. here's part 2. but for the mentally weak, the easily disgusted and the young kids under the age of 12, please do not proceed beyond this point and click the X at the top right hand corner of the window. for the rest, proceed at your own risk.Warning: I din noe confucius was that sick. HAHAHHAHA.another Warning: please quit if u don't appreciate this type of jokes. purely meant for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111330816916812907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111330816916812907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111330816916812907' title='confucius says. pt 2'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111322581098199798</id><published>2005-04-11T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:17:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confucius says</title><summary type='text'>just try to get a good laugh. hopefully. haha.Confucius say: to meet girl in park is good, but to park meat in girl is better. Confucius say: man who drop watch in toilet have shitty time. Confucius say: man who run in front of car get tired. Confucius say: rape impossible...woman can run faster with skirt up than man can with pants down. Confucius say: man who get kicked in testicles, left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111322581098199798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111322581098199798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111322581098199798' title='confucius says'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111312586327190724</id><published>2005-04-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:37:43.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minds carnival</title><summary type='text'>- time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like banana -ytd had MINDS carnival in the morning. it was damn fun lah. i went late, 15mins late, so din rly help much with the decor and setting up n stuff. anw, at abt 10 plus, the kids finally came to the telematch stalls and yeah, started playing. haha. it was quite fun, to see them play the games. standing at the side and watching them(at times, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111312586327190724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111312586327190724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312586327190724' title='minds carnival'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111271026896570973</id><published>2005-04-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:11:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>Iris - Goo Goo Dolls lyricsAnd I'd give up forever to touch you'Cause I know that you feel me somehowYou're the closest to heaven that I'll ever beAnd I don't want to go home right nowAnd all I can taste is this momentAnd all I can breathe is your life'Cause sooner or later it's overI just don't want to miss you tonightAnd I don't want the world to see me'Cause I don't think that they'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111271026896570973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111271026896570973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271026896570973' title='-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111261561311109518</id><published>2005-04-04T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:53:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>How do you walk away from someone you loveAnd take the road of friend;Can you reroute the course you have takenAnd start over once again?I don't really want to let you goBut inside me I know I must;The times we've loved . . . the times you've leftMy heart says stay . . . but it's my mind I must trust.We have shared so much togetherLaughter . . . fun times . . . tears;Yet sometimes we can't turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111261561311109518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111261561311109518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111261561311109518' title='-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111253966752478308</id><published>2005-04-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:50:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>time will not turn back. it nvr does.i shld nt be selfish, thinking of myself only.-sighwish u'd slap me in my face and say that i'm screwed up etc. then i would have given up long time ago. =x i still.......miss you. cos my life revolved ard u. it did. it still does. except that u aren't there anymore. it's just a ghost of you forget it. i shld just admit reality. shld i?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111253966752478308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111253966752478308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253966752478308' title='-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111237028076857799</id><published>2005-04-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:45:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epiphany</title><summary type='text'>epiphany of sadness. AGAIN.***Tingling with emotion to the very nailas he parted with the love of his lifeKnowing he will miss her the very second they had theirbacks turned to each other.Swaying slightly like careless attachmentsto his strong and sturdy palmClumsily banging against each otherwith the swaying motionas they waved goodbye.for good.Electricity surged through their very tipsand a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111237028076857799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111237028076857799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111237028076857799' title='epiphany'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111192850760178034</id><published>2005-03-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:12:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought it out.</title><summary type='text'>u will tell me everythn's gonna b better.u'd console me and cheer me up.u would say god will always be there, and just pray to Him.u'd say u'll b there for me.but all that's if we were still together. that's the past. i still yearn for it. u don't how much i'm missing u. so much that it hurts. it was a big blow when that happened on that very day, 53 days ago. i felt like everything had given up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111192850760178034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111192850760178034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111192850760178034' title='i thought it out.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111182077144377921</id><published>2005-03-26T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:06:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant. i just cant.</title><summary type='text'>Everything I Own - Bread lyricsYou sheltered me from harm.Kept me warm, kept me warmYou gave my life to meSet me free, Set me freeThe finest years I ever knewwere all the years I had with youI would give anything I own,Give up my life, my heart, my home.I would give everything I own,just to have you back again.You taught me how to love,What its of, what its of.You never said too much,but still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111182077144377921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111182077144377921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182077144377921' title='i cant. i just cant.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111167199841737468</id><published>2005-03-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:46:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><summary type='text'>i realise dim veh pathetic. seriously. but i miss u a lot tho.if only time would turn backif only.i did swear to make evrythn up and not make u cryi rmbed the promise i made. - not to make u cry anymore.but i did. i really feel like stabbing myself for breaking that promise. really.i love u. i still do. even if u don't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111167199841737468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111167199841737468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167199841737468' title='pathetic'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111158175903015574</id><published>2005-03-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:47:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of place.</title><summary type='text'>- the rain of shattered glass falls freely. i close my eyes and don't feel the pain. -it feels so funny. odd. sucky. everything in my routine is just disappearing suddenly. 1st u, now softball. i'm really at a loss as to what i'm supposed to do. the dae which i have to train are suddenly filled with emptiness and disappointment. i really hate to pass my life like this. last time evrything in life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111158175903015574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111158175903015574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158175903015574' title='out of place.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111141647974046740</id><published>2005-03-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:52:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckiest dae of my life</title><summary type='text'>- i see the missing pieces of my life in you -If I Could Turn Back Time - Cher lyricsI don't know why I did the things I didI don't know why I said the things I saidPride's like a knife, it can cut deep insideWords are like weapons, they wound sometimesI didn't really mean to hurt youI didn't wanna see you goI know I made you cryBut babyCHORUSIf I could turn back timeIf I could find a wayI'd take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111141647974046740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111141647974046740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111141647974046740' title='suckiest dae of my life'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111132725042193822</id><published>2005-03-20T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:05:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>src finals</title><summary type='text'>- no amount of tears can change reality -todae was the last day of SRC. 1st match against ftp we din rly play tat well but managed a late comeback and beat them den in the finals we played aganst peicai. was a helluva tough match. we were losing 3-1 by the 3rd inning. but we managed a miraculous comeback thanks to a few fielding errors and some good hitting. anw, we know that to win nationals, we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111132725042193822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111132725042193822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111132725042193822' title='src finals'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111106782158408727</id><published>2005-03-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:15:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of u fill my mind all the time</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -` added 19march 1.02ami really think the song below describes how i feel abt you. i really miss you. of late, i couldn't sleep at night cos of these ever present thoughts, and i still end up crying."Having a reliable friend to watch your back is a comfort, but the consolation and support provided by even the best of friends is no match for what a loving wife can be to a husband, or a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111106782158408727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111106782158408727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106782158408727' title='thoughts of u fill my mind all the time'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111095943347956021</id><published>2005-03-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:00:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired-ness</title><summary type='text'>- close my eyes and count to ten, and see u disappear -` added at 9.57pmBest I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning) - Vertical HorizonSo you sailed awayInto a grey sky morningNow I'm here to stayLove can be so boringNothing's quite the same nowI just say your name now [Chorus]But it's not so badYou're only the best I ever hadYou don't want me backYou're just the best I ever had So you stole my worldNow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111095943347956021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111095943347956021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111095943347956021' title='tired-ness'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111090214186734986</id><published>2005-03-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:55:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up?</title><summary type='text'>- dun leave me all alone, fending off troubles by my own -Almost Here - Brian Mcfadden(feat. Delta Goodrem)Did I hear you right'Cause I thought you saidLet's think it overYou have been my lifeAnd I never plannedGrowing old without youShadows bleeding through the lightWhere a love once shined so brightCame without a reasonDon't let go on us tonightLove's not always black and whiteHaven't I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111090214186734986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111090214186734986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111090214186734986' title='giving up?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111046991628937407</id><published>2005-03-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:28:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -`added on 13 March, 11.19amytd was the 1st dae of src. lol, nth much. i just screwed up AGAIN when coach subbed me in. someone stab me please? mannn. it's gay. anw, nth much. we were talking abt a softball batch video, and ended up laughing over what sy suggested. lol. he's helluva joker. lmao. later got src oso. damn sian, i noe i let coach down. doubt i'll make it to the nats team </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111046991628937407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111046991628937407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111046991628937407' title='haix'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111038533857339867</id><published>2005-03-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:24:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up day.</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -todae is a FUCKED up dae. i swear. trng daniel got hit in the eye, luckily wasn't that serious. hope he recovers soon. yeah. god bless. den i got hit just below the ribs by kuang hao's pitch. full blown. yeah. winded, couldn't breathe. den now nice bruise. so much for a "centre-strike". lol. tsktsk. den mine parents just fucking had to quarrel with me over small little shit. always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111038533857339867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111038533857339867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111038533857339867' title='screwed up day.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-111021168276386861</id><published>2005-03-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:12:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><summary type='text'>- i'm trying to get over you -hahas. kinda a while since i blogged. nvm, tink i shall start frm last saturday. had our match replay against FTP. cos thurs was raining so it postponed. damn funny, drng warm up. i was doing fence batting at the end of the field. den suddenly, our fielders shouted,"watch out". i turned to see wad happened and they were all looking above n behind me. upon turning my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111021168276386861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/111021168276386861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021168276386861' title='lol.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110995478300736383</id><published>2005-03-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:49:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romeo n juliet</title><summary type='text'>- life has lost it's meaning the moment u stepped out of my life -hmms, todae was the romeo n juliet play. yeah, it was quite boring. but we all did quite a lot of funny stuff, lol. damn funny. those who went and sat ard our area would noe. LOL. esp wad mk n barney did. &gt;.&lt; if not for all these, we could hve just died frm boredom lah. den after the intermission, a few of us just lay back on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110995478300736383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110995478300736383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995478300736383' title='romeo n juliet'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110968217577977634</id><published>2005-03-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:02:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really really sorry.</title><summary type='text'>- stab myself n watch me bleed -"what will you find behind the door that is one door away from heaven?if your heart is closed, then u will find behind that door nothing to light your way.but if your heart is open, u will find behind that door people who, like u, are searching, and u will find the right door together with them.none of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110968217577977634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110968217577977634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968217577977634' title='i&apos;m really really sorry.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110951857147810373</id><published>2005-02-27T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:36:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love u.</title><summary type='text'>- i hope u can pick up the pieces of my heart onc again -The Day You Went Away - M2M[VERSE 1]Well I wonder could it beWhen I was dreaming 'bout you babyYou were dreaming of meCall me crazy, call me blindTo still be suffering is stupid after all of this time[PRE-CHORUS 1]Did I lose my love to someone betterAnd does she love you like I doI do, you know I really really do[CHORUS]Well heySo much I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110951857147810373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110951857147810373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951857147810373' title='i still love u.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110916604192389675</id><published>2005-02-23T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:27:44.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><summary type='text'>-i'm like falling into depression now. everything doesn't seem to go right for me. really.my softball's getting really fucked. i screwed up since coming back from taiwan. it sucks, i really wanna make the team. badly, but of course i know where i stand atm. im like FUCKED. in double capitals. haix. den sth mrs nathan said to me earlier on kinda struck me. she told me that i wasn't the kuanfu that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110916604192389675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110916604192389675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916604192389675' title='depressed'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110899913764570441</id><published>2005-02-21T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:28:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you.</title><summary type='text'>Come Back - Brian Mcknight lyricsThought about itNo doubt about itWhen you seek you findSince I left youCan't seem to get you off my mindI paid the costNow it appears I lost the melodyGot monumental making up to do with you babyMade some mistakesCaused some heartbreakYou must be fed upI didn't mean it when I was screamin'That I'd had enoughAn' all the time that's passed from then to nowI Can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110899913764570441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110899913764570441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899913764570441' title='i need you.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110820378722637417</id><published>2005-02-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:23:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><summary type='text'>- all endings are also beginnings. we just don't know it at the time... -Closer To Me - FiveConstantly girl you're on my mind, and girl I think about you all of the time and even though words are hard to say, girl I miss you, never thought I'd feel this way.[BRIDGE]If you keep on taking, my heart you'll be breaking so why do you do this to me? You know how I'm feeling it's you I believe in baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110820378722637417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110820378722637417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110820378722637417' title='=('/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110805140290359584</id><published>2005-02-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T00:45:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling so screwed up inside.</title><summary type='text'>this sucks. every morning i wake up with this empty feeling. only to rmb that evrything's over. i keep thinking of u. wad happened within that 2 days kept replaying in my head over n over. woke up this morning thinking abt u again. and i suddenly cried as the memories started playing in my head. i mean, i keep telling myself ur happy as it is now, and that i should let go. but i just can't. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110805140290359584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110805140290359584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110805140290359584' title='feeling so screwed up inside.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110783817107296240</id><published>2005-02-08T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:49:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u.</title><summary type='text'>- other girls will come along, they always do. but what's the point when all i want is you -Miss You -Westlife lyricsI can't sleep,I just can't breathe,when your shadow is all over me baby,Don't wanna be,a fool in your eyes,Cause what we had was built on lies, And when our love seems to fade away, Listen to me hear what I say, I don't wanna feel, the way that i do,I just wanna be,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110783817107296240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110783817107296240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110783817107296240' title='i miss u.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110768580826836306</id><published>2005-02-06T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:31:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks.</title><summary type='text'>- hush now little baby dun u cry, everything's gonna be alright -pictures of joy,frozen on paper.stays where it would always be,where it'll never leave.memories of everything,lingers in me.moments that we shared,echoes in my soul.i yearn for time to go back,where i'd try to right the wrong; so unreali regret the things i said,for it was better left unsaid; so regretfultime can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110768580826836306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110768580826836306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110768580826836306' title='this sucks.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110707503350008711</id><published>2005-01-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:50:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad.</title><summary type='text'>- all that's left are just memories, which are slowly fading. but i try to keep it. echoing in my soul -do you know - angel city lyrics time stands still in my hearti don't know where you arelonging for what i denycan we just turn it around tonight?do you knowwithout you i just go crazydo you knowthat all i think about is where you aredo you knowthat only you could save me babyfrom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110707503350008711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110707503350008711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110707503350008711' title='sad.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110692864102003764</id><published>2005-01-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:12:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring.</title><summary type='text'>- facade's are useless. they wear with time -Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) - Westlife feat. Mariah Carey[Shane:]How can I just let you walk away,Just let you leave without a trace,When I'm standing taking every breath,With you, ooohhh,You're the only one who really knew me, At all.[Mariah:]How can you just walk away from me, When all I can do is watch you leave,Cause we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110692864102003764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110692864102003764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110692864102003764' title='boring.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110682080025960962</id><published>2005-01-27T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:10:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmms</title><summary type='text'>- dun wanna erase the memories, but it's disappearing slowly -A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time. Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110682080025960962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110682080025960962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110682080025960962' title='hmms'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110666843279566297</id><published>2005-01-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:53:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got over it.</title><summary type='text'>- copy from one, it's plagiarism. copy from many, it's research -Daddies Bond Over a BeerThere were three men in a bar. All three were sitting at the bar stool and one got up to use the bathroom. The other two men started talking. One man said, "So what's new in your life?"The other responded, "Well I just found out my son got a promotion. He used to be a janitor at the bank and now he is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110666843279566297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110666843279566297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666843279566297' title='got over it.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110658193606634464</id><published>2005-01-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:52:16.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmms</title><summary type='text'>- you're not full time softball and part-time study. study is not ur cca -i think htis new song by darius is damn fucking nice. yeah.Live Twice - DariusDon't leave nowNot yetThere were time we regretAnd I'm sorrySomehowI onlyWanted to make you proudIf I could only let you knowI'd give up everything I ownFor just one more day with youThere's nothing I wouldn't doI could not let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110658193606634464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110658193606634464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110658193606634464' title='hmms'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110648706292721005</id><published>2005-01-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:31:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets?</title><summary type='text'>- the emptiness in my life -Disappear - HoobastankThere's a pain that sleeps insideIt sleeps with just one eyeAnd awakens the moment that you're nearThough I try to look awayThe pain it still remainsOnly leaving when you're next to meDo you know, that everytime you're nearEverybody else seems far awaySo can you come and make them disappearMake them disappear and we can staySo I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110648706292721005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110648706292721005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648706292721005' title='regrets?'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110623934132876464</id><published>2005-01-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:59:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so fucked right now. seriously.</title><summary type='text'>- we can't watch the sunset together anymore -todae is the most fucked up dae of my life. i could just take a fucking knife and slit myself and the pain would still not be as much as the fuck-edness n pain i endured todae.i wanna keep this whole facade. just pretend that nth happened. last nite was completely fucked. frm what was just a normal call turned out to be fucked up. becos i said sth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110623934132876464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110623934132876464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623934132876464' title='i feel so fucked right now. seriously.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110614428529185110</id><published>2005-01-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:18:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianx</title><summary type='text'>- cos of u, i made it thru every storm -Only One - YellowcardBroken this fragile thing nowAnd I can't, I can't pick up the piecesAnd I've thrown my words all aroundBut I can't, I can't give you a reasonI feel so broken up (so broken up)And I give up (I give up) I just want to tell you so you knowHere I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to youYou are my only oneI let go, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110614428529185110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110614428529185110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614428529185110' title='sianx'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110589010674795011</id><published>2005-01-16T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:41:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sg match</title><summary type='text'>- a name is what signifies the existence of an object -hmmms, todae went for the singapore vs indonesia match at the national stadium. goodness, the whole atmosphere was damn funky lah. evry1 was cheering n stuff, albeit boo-ing the 100 odd indon supporters. hahas, quite poor thing lah. in the end, sg won 2-1. shall cont updating tmr. veh tired n i still have some hw to complete. -oops-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110589010674795011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110589010674795011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110589010674795011' title='sg match'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110562720962662165</id><published>2005-01-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:40:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-shrugs-</title><summary type='text'>- i wanna find the world where dreams become reality and tears become crystals -hahas. this post is just for the sake of posting the lyrics of this song.Emotional - Diana DegarmoSometimes I feel like cryingLaying down and dyingThat's when I need youLaughing's always easy, but sometimes I'm just scared you'll leave meThat's when I feel emotional[fade]You say I'm just impossible</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110562720962662165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110562720962662165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562720962662165' title='-shrugs-'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110553929445821833</id><published>2005-01-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:14:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another boring dae.</title><summary type='text'>- i'm free of all prejudices. i hate evry1 equally. -haix. missed the 1st trng this year. fuck lah. damn cb lor, i want to train. den plus the taiwan trip ate away a whole damn fucking month of trng. im like NOT so fucking screwed now lor. NO SARCASM INTENDED. hell. den now another 2 wks. it's damn fucked. liddat i dunno play the fucking nationals alrdy lah. kaox. anw, that's besides the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110553929445821833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110553929445821833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110553929445821833' title='another boring dae.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110475709099812636</id><published>2005-01-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:58:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian 1st dae</title><summary type='text'>- no oen dies a virgin. life screws us all -wanted to blog ytd. hahas. but forgot. hmmms. but nth much lah ytd. todae oso damn sian. went to sch den see evrybody again. hahas. quite nice to see all ur frens again. yeah. den was HM's assembly. got new HM n stuff. he's super loser-ified lor. bob the builder, actually is bob koh. hahas. car got one big fat dent in the side he oso dunw an repair. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110475709099812636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110475709099812636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110475709099812636' title='sian 1st dae'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110413453209858570</id><published>2004-12-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:02:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas. new joke.</title><summary type='text'>- never play leapfrog with a unicorn -After getting all of Pope John Paul's luggage loaded into the limo (and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb. "Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?" "Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope," they never let me drive at the Vatican, and I'd really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110413453209858570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110413453209858570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413453209858570' title='hahas. new joke.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110407881129084885</id><published>2004-12-27T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:33:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siannnnnn.</title><summary type='text'>- can u give me ur picture? i collect natural disasters -hahas. i usually get my quotes frm my msn nicks. yeah. but this one's kinda lame/mean. yeah. todae was one hell of a boring dae. here's a joke. which most ppl might think is lame. but i personally think it was funny. here goes.The Norwegian took a trip to FargoA Norwegian took a trip to Fargo, North Dakota. While in a bar, an Indian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110407881129084885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110407881129084885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407881129084885' title='siannnnnn.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110390884382040225</id><published>2004-12-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:26:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>town was so damn f*cking fun</title><summary type='text'>- lazy to think or find a quote -mannn. gotta blog abt the festive mood in town todae. it was quite unlike the prev years. it's like we wanted to catch a movie, but realised that cine n lido the new shows tix left only the 12 plus and later.. so we decided to go walk the whole stretch, tho it was like so damn fcuking crowded.den we saw ppl spraying each other with foam sprays n streamers. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110390884382040225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110390884382040225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390884382040225' title='town was so damn f*cking fun'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110373286392481034</id><published>2004-12-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:27:43.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianx.</title><summary type='text'>- if u rarely succeed on ur 1st try, skydiving isn't for u -hmmms, todae damn xian. decided to plop my lazy n stubborn ass down n study. SURPRISE to the power of dunno wad lah. i managed to sit down fer 3 straight hours. lol. how rare is that? hahas, anw after that, was trying so long to make a new skin. but i took donkey years to do it, so i gave up on it. pffft. maybe i'll continue it tmr. -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110373286392481034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110373286392481034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373286392481034' title='sianx.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110364657344470660</id><published>2004-12-22T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:29:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas.</title><summary type='text'>- make love not war. condoms are cheaper den guns -30 Ways To Deal With Stress 1. Jam miniature marshmallows up your nose and sneeze them out. See howmany you can do at a time.2. Use your Mastercard to pay your Visa and vice-versa.3. Pop some popcorn without putting the lid on.4. When someone says "have a nice day", tell them you have other plans.5. Make a list of things to do that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110364657344470660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110364657344470660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110364657344470660' title='hahas.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110345093272465722</id><published>2004-12-19T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:48:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -hmms. finally back home for the 1st time since the whole taiwan trip. todae was ok lah. lol, came back, unpacked all my stuff n lazed in front of the com. so long nvr use com le. den 12+ went to neighbour's hse for some buffet lunch cos the daughter was getting married todae. so damn crowded. kao. so many ppl. saw this chio gal dere. lol. hmmms, yeah. came back and now playing com.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110345093272465722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110345093272465722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110345093272465722' title='finally.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110112769916507228</id><published>2004-11-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:48:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in taiwan now.</title><summary type='text'>- love is such a painful thing -hmmms. yeah. this is the 9th day in taiwan liao. hmmms. there's 9 acs guys, 10 ri guys including me n 25 rgs gals.hmms. study evrydae damn sian. at least we went ximending. but it's quite fun here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110112769916507228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110112769916507228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110112769916507228' title='in taiwan now.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-110028145300528875</id><published>2004-11-13T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:44:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><summary type='text'>- like broken pieces of glass, i lay shattered -my life is so screwed. yet again. been thru this shit many times. my softball's fucked. but it's hell trying to get thru it. i hate it. life's nvr been fair to me. really. i dun rly noe how i feel anymore. it just seems like u dun care. -shrugs- not that it rly matters to me anymore. but still... i love u. does it rly matter whether u still love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110028145300528875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/110028145300528875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110028145300528875' title='depressed'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-109975894252936823</id><published>2004-11-07T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:50:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix</title><summary type='text'>-man drives like hell, bound to get there-Predictable - Good Charlotte lyricswhy???Something isn't rightI can feel it again feel it againThis isn't the first timeThat you left me waitingSad excuses and false hopes highI saw this coming still I don't know whyI let you ini'm so damn lost. i always say i dun deserve her. she says i'm insecure. am i?I knew it all alongYou're so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109975894252936823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109975894252936823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975894252936823' title='haix'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-109949252430975488</id><published>2004-11-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:43:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blehhh.</title><summary type='text'>- quoteless -hmms. todae just had trng. yeah. the weather was fucking hot. hot as in rly fucking hot. it rly got into a lot of us. many of us bcm easily irritated. a little bit den start shouting alrdy. lol. but kinda got better nearer the end of trng. hmms. i tink i got mild sunburn. ackks. hmms. i rly need to talk abt 'the champion'. yilin is sooo fucking bitchy. seriously. her stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109949252430975488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109949252430975488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109949252430975488' title='blehhh.'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728621.post-109923539726476310</id><published>2004-10-31T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:09:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh. =))</title><summary type='text'>- and maybe i'm just scared, to face the things i feel, it's easier to walk away from evrythn -i think good charlotte's new album is damn friggin good. seriously. dl or buy it whatsoever. just go listen. veh veh veh nice. xD. Good Charlotte - Walk Away (Maybe)I made this bedI choose to lie in itAnd live with my regretsI sleep with what I saidCould this be the endAm I standing on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109923539726476310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728621/posts/default/109923539726476310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erisedym.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923539726476310' title='ahh. =))'/><author><name>all these sounds</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></entry></feed>
