<?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-15745445</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own symphony</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shaun=)</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>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6397223423612843256</id><published>2008-01-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:12:10.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;CHANGED BLOG TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylastdeathwish.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HTTP://MYLASTDEATHWISH.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;RELINK PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6397223423612843256?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6397223423612843256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6397223423612843256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6397223423612843256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6397223423612843256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-people-changed-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2034784423288095697</id><published>2007-12-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:19:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. this second part of the symphony is inspired by My Chemical Romance's album (the black parade). yupyup. its about life and kinship and some ideas from the whole album and things that were mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes are ticking past&lt;br /&gt;the moments of out life slipping away&lt;br /&gt;trying to make everything last&lt;br /&gt;but what is left is our strongest memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is fragile and so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;there's so much I as a human can't do&lt;br /&gt;trying to make everything feel memorable&lt;br /&gt;but everything I do feels so damn painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How more how long before my time finishes&lt;br /&gt;leaving me in my own deathbed with nothing&lt;br /&gt;running and ending my in a final race&lt;br /&gt;this race of my life to find's life true meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship is full with unexpected twists&lt;br /&gt;something that we take years to build&lt;br /&gt;can end in just a moment of wrong words&lt;br /&gt;so what in life is there for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running away always seem easy&lt;br /&gt;so can I live with myself for this cowardly move?&lt;br /&gt;carrying and moving on keeping my life busy&lt;br /&gt;detaching my self from the painful holds of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only this much we can seek&lt;br /&gt;we must protect what belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;before everything turns black&lt;br /&gt;we must not give on our aspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes me, rotting in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get out of this asylum&lt;br /&gt;wasting so many time on useless matters&lt;br /&gt;and here am I hoping to get a ticket to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things i need to scream to my parents&lt;br /&gt;there are friends out there needing my consolation&lt;br /&gt;how could i forsake parents over arguments&lt;br /&gt;how can i forsake friends for freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the scenario i see myself in the near future&lt;br /&gt;lying there with thoughts unspoken and regrets&lt;br /&gt;i will go against fate's fixture&lt;br /&gt;doing the things that arent easy, but are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tears and sobs on my funeral parade&lt;br /&gt;but grins and laughter of those i had helped&lt;br /&gt;leaving part of my soul deep in their heart&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting me after i am buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really what life means&lt;br /&gt;leaving on even after dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2034784423288095697?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2034784423288095697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2034784423288095697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2034784423288095697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2034784423288095697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7943889772833478341</id><published>2007-12-01T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:25:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. its being long since i am in here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;and my first post for december is gonna be the start of my last symphony for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;yea. i hope i wont get to emo over things.&lt;br /&gt;there are people out there that i want to thank and curse, but this is not the time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; if you read this, i missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LAST symphony (beginning):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of everything&lt;br /&gt;even the smallest being&lt;br /&gt;living on planet earth&lt;br /&gt;has feelings to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of us human beings&lt;br /&gt;tend to overlook other's feelings&lt;br /&gt;stepping on their ego and pride&lt;br /&gt;crushing their will underneath our feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having feelings in me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish them all away&lt;br /&gt;how can i fight against"anger, sorrow and depression"&lt;br /&gt;they are the bane of my existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what do love really mean to us&lt;br /&gt;is it all about hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;or is it about missing her when she's gone&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her till you see her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason behing every single of our actions&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we let our instincts reign over us&lt;br /&gt;we each have our secrets&lt;br /&gt;and we want our peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the start of a new symphony&lt;br /&gt;is the closure of the old&lt;br /&gt;hoping that one day&lt;br /&gt;everything will be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7943889772833478341?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7943889772833478341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=7943889772833478341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7943889772833478341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7943889772833478341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7557273997403216069</id><published>2007-11-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:05:41.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back now&lt;br /&gt;just a note&lt;br /&gt;i will be giving YOUTH camp a miss&lt;br /&gt;got to slog my guts out for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITOUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7557273997403216069?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7557273997403216069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=7557273997403216069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7557273997403216069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7557273997403216069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-now-just-note-i-will-be-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-9222139334541465014</id><published>2007-10-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:30:26.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in a mood which i havent had for a long time&lt;br /&gt;fear..&lt;br /&gt;is it good to feel it once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that i have to meet someone many of you will never get to meet&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear is in the eye of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;how one looks at the matter&lt;br /&gt;is how i will never look from that perspective&lt;br /&gt;those who feel relieved, i will feel fear&lt;br /&gt;fear of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-9222139334541465014?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/9222139334541465014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=9222139334541465014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/9222139334541465014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/9222139334541465014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-in-mood-which-i-havent-had-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-5753077489248246496</id><published>2007-10-08T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:14:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>say or dont say?&lt;br /&gt;i guess the closest ppl already know wht happened.&lt;br /&gt;anyw, friends, brothers and sisters i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i guess after that much of pondering&lt;br /&gt;i shant tell you guys what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you guys will never learned abt what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-5753077489248246496?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5753077489248246496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=5753077489248246496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5753077489248246496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5753077489248246496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-or-dont-say-i-guess-closest-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3008710664568073582</id><published>2007-09-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:57:18.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day it is today man.&lt;br /&gt;firstly was late for school&lt;br /&gt;well that's normal for me&lt;br /&gt;than mr heng(chinese HOD) gave me a call&lt;br /&gt;so i went into school&lt;br /&gt;than he saw me&lt;br /&gt;so he took my bag&lt;br /&gt;and searched it&lt;br /&gt;found cigs and a pack of cards&lt;br /&gt;oh well what can i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh its raining now&lt;br /&gt;raining outside and inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: i dont wnt you to carry everything alone. let me share your burden. unless i am a burden to you myself. ily. &lt;3 misses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3008710664568073582?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3008710664568073582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3008710664568073582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3008710664568073582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3008710664568073582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-day-it-is-today-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8018735303429389062</id><published>2007-09-27T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T18:59:34.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friends?&lt;br /&gt;what will you do for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fight for them&lt;br /&gt;i will die for them&lt;br /&gt;and i will give them my time&lt;br /&gt;and make them feel special&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;i will never leave them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's your answer to my little question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hia di! peng you! stay by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;24/09/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8018735303429389062?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8018735303429389062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8018735303429389062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8018735303429389062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8018735303429389062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-what-will-you-do-for-them-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8766109919246434196</id><published>2007-09-25T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:27:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone comes here and read this post.&lt;br /&gt;and is really offended please just errm, go away for awhile&lt;br /&gt;cuz i am in a very pissed off mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anonymous on her blog and to xiaomel who comes here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to clear up some misunderstandings, I AM NOT THE ONE TAGGING ON SHANNY'S BLOG! yea, and fucking anonymous if i catch you, say bye to your life, i swear. use my name and doing stupid things on others blog is not a very nice thing to do. and thts something i hate most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a major screw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8766109919246434196?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8766109919246434196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8766109919246434196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8766109919246434196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8766109919246434196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6646384641932169275</id><published>2007-09-15T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:33:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on nights like tonight when people are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about the day that is to come&lt;br /&gt;on nights like tonight when people are partying&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with friends, having some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days&lt;br /&gt;where i remembered so well&lt;br /&gt;living every single day&lt;br /&gt;hoping we wont be in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing charity to others, bringing love to many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are the people that are out there&lt;br /&gt;those who have went through so much ending up unloved&lt;br /&gt;those are the ones that seek to be somewhere&lt;br /&gt;some where there's company, some where there's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the times&lt;br /&gt;where i had so much memories&lt;br /&gt;when i relived them everytime&lt;br /&gt;i realized those those were the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i was in cloud nine, loving the people around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here the storm comes, with lightning&lt;br /&gt;wanting to destroy everything&lt;br /&gt;every single of our memories we had&lt;br /&gt;hoping one day we wont be remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the nights&lt;br /&gt;where there was a fight&lt;br /&gt;we would risk anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;for the safety of our brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the days, the times, the memories, the nights.&lt;br /&gt;i will remember for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love gives you courage&lt;br /&gt;giving strength when you are loved&lt;br /&gt;so that we can move on&lt;br /&gt;and carry our lifes without regrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6646384641932169275?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6646384641932169275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6646384641932169275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6646384641932169275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6646384641932169275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-nights-like-tonight-when-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-1232983399496214294</id><published>2007-09-12T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:34:06.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came to this page it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;so it is meant for me to fill it up right?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i think that is the whole idea about a blank page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what shall i fill it up with&lt;br /&gt;so many things i want to say&lt;br /&gt;but cant bring myself to say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i got an idea! yayy&lt;br /&gt;this madness i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death an eternal separation from everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm. that is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my obituary to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leoi Xue Yu Shaun&lt;br /&gt;died on (whatever date)&lt;br /&gt;and went on to be in paradise&lt;br /&gt;leaving this world so soon was freedom to him&lt;br /&gt;so please everyone dont mourn&lt;br /&gt;and friends, they are the best people to him&lt;br /&gt;everyone of them he treasured&lt;br /&gt;and he loved every single of them&lt;br /&gt;though some others more&lt;br /&gt;there are two kinds of people he want to say bye to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his brothers and his closest friends&lt;br /&gt;the people he love&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the two girls that shared his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liberation is only found when we live to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-1232983399496214294?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3546045456516203436</id><published>2007-09-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:44:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today let me talk about why people are so unfulfilled with their life. i am trying to distract myself from talking about her or thinking about her by starting to give my two cents to some of the feelings and things i have had felt in my life. so today let me give my two cents on why people are often frustrated with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are often frustrated with their life because they might have been hurt emotionally or spiritually or mentally. by some unforeseen circumstances they feel that by going with our culture they push themselves with the mentality that materialism is everything, owning things is good. working hard is good. but in the end when they think about it, they will be like, i hate my life, this sucks, that sucks, everything is lousy. why? they are just chasing bubbles of life delusional things. its a waste of our life. we are meant to enjoy every moment of our life, admiring the surroundings, treasure everyone in our life, and love everything in this world. why hate? hate makes you go bitter. bitterness is not good, its poison in one's heart and soul. destroying day by day. so people should really learn to relax more, create their own culture and enjoy it. instead of following the world's culture. we will never be happy if we are just copycats.love always wins.i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the surroundings filled with perfection&lt;br /&gt;someone took a stroll in the garden&lt;br /&gt;the whistle of the wind, the rustling of the leaves&lt;br /&gt;the pure seduction of quiet and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crimson glow of the sun lights up the earth&lt;br /&gt;the white clouds hanging in the skies from above&lt;br /&gt;the rain pouring over our heads&lt;br /&gt;the pure pleasure of our environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joys of people the sorrow of many others&lt;br /&gt;the little things that keep people together&lt;br /&gt;harmony between everyone holding them together&lt;br /&gt;binding them is the love between one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my imagination of what life is really about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never will this all be possible&lt;br /&gt;love always win&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3546045456516203436?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3546045456516203436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3546045456516203436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3546045456516203436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3546045456516203436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-let-me-talk-about-why-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-1307508282326906028</id><published>2007-09-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:47:40.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am getting emo-ier by the day. i sit on the bus i just start crying. i listen to songs i also cry. i do exam nearly cried. i just keep thinking what is really life? why must God make things so difficult. must life really be such a jerk? i dont know how to carry this on. she doesnt want to see me, and even though i say i dont want to, but i really want to. maybe, i just want a face to face talk, clear everything up, and move on from there. so now i know what's the meaning of scared to love again. i am keeping away from girls now, and my friends. i am scared to have friends scared to be in a relationship ( be it a friendship or BGR) i rather be alone, slashing my self on the wrist. attempting to stab myself, but i cant bring myself to it. it really brings pain to a new level in my vocab. self mutilation is my game. i smoke one pack a day and drank plenty of alcohol. but i am not knocked out yet. why? does running really means anything to me? does moving on really going to be so hard. every step i take is another knife thrown at my heart. the further i walk away from her, the more i feel like running back to her. i feel like dying. can i die please? or even just let me cry. nothing can cure me now, no words can bring back the past. time is not something i need. all i need is her to be by myside and not just hanging there. i know for sure that she have hurt me so badly. and so have i. FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lo4Hhytc910/RuU4Hn3xIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tiLsyUnPZTw/s1600-h/shanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108551055934824914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lo4Hhytc910/RuU4Hn3xIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tiLsyUnPZTw/s200/shanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your name i carved on my hand&lt;br /&gt;will stay there forever in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this to you&lt;br /&gt;but i love and missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-1307508282326906028?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1307508282326906028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=1307508282326906028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/1307508282326906028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/1307508282326906028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-getting-emo-ier-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lo4Hhytc910/RuU4Hn3xIdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tiLsyUnPZTw/s72-c/shanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-668269710952702020</id><published>2007-09-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:11:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss you. whether you care or not. i love you still. i will wait for you. but now i shall just fuck off, and give you your space, i dont want you ending up hating me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-668269710952702020?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/668269710952702020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=668269710952702020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/668269710952702020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/668269710952702020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-i-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7907955575541536916</id><published>2007-09-09T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T03:27:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i couldnt resist blogging cuz i am not able to sleep and i am using the comp quietly and secretly. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i will move on.&lt;br /&gt;but i swear we will be together again&lt;br /&gt;after my o levels&lt;br /&gt;we will fly and make it last&lt;br /&gt;that is my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will wait and wait and wait&lt;br /&gt;cuz now i know you love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7907955575541536916?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7907955575541536916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=7907955575541536916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7907955575541536916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7907955575541536916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-couldnt-resist-blogging-cuz-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8899948616114726394</id><published>2007-09-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:01:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was writing down this post.&lt;br /&gt;i was crying&lt;br /&gt;now when i am typing everything i wrote out&lt;br /&gt;i am still crying&lt;br /&gt;this post will stay be my final post&lt;br /&gt;until further notice&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday everything felt so right&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand through the night&lt;br /&gt;hugging you till till the sky falls on us&lt;br /&gt;leaving the pain and sorrow behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have felt the the warmth of your love&lt;br /&gt;embracing me even when i was miles from you&lt;br /&gt;i thought about you while on the move&lt;br /&gt;my first genuine smile was given to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hold you close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;never letting you away from my sight&lt;br /&gt;the walks, the smiles, the crazy stuff we did&lt;br /&gt;was never more than a step away from my heart&lt;br /&gt;the loving look on your face&lt;br /&gt;i will remember it whilst in my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mistake i had committed&lt;br /&gt;was one of great impact&lt;br /&gt;i never knew deep inside, you are scared&lt;br /&gt;scared to love, scared to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears i have shed for you&lt;br /&gt;every drop shows my care and love for you&lt;br /&gt;once i a lifetime, true love happens once&lt;br /&gt;that is the relationship between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to hold you close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;never letting you away from my sight&lt;br /&gt;the love, the pain, the sorrow i have&lt;br /&gt;are all reacting in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;the last words you said to me&lt;br /&gt;i will carry it to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that had once been reality&lt;br /&gt;had become nothing more than a memory&lt;br /&gt;the stars the moon and the night sky&lt;br /&gt;shall me my witness&lt;br /&gt;on how much i loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to call you in the night'&lt;br /&gt;to bring you back to my side&lt;br /&gt;the times, the moments, every minute with you&lt;br /&gt;i have carved and etched it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;this whole fiasco of love affair&lt;br /&gt;will go with me to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how much my love for you is&lt;br /&gt;to be able to crumble me to tears&lt;br /&gt;and to tear my motivation down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casting me back into darkness and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;come back please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;being alone and single, loving someone but not wanting to be with him. is very hurtful for yourself. give me the chance to share it with you. you love me and so do i, i am your one and only, and so are you. i love to be alone, though i do love attention. but now all i want is you. sharing every moment of sadness and happiness with you. let me feel the hurt and pain with you, that's what i am for right? i will be your second half, and i will not let you be alone, today i went over to your place, was for the sole purpose of not letting you be alone, so that i can share every minute of my life with you. give me that chance will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8899948616114726394?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8899948616114726394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8899948616114726394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;kissed you on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my true love snapshot in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8705456096850568414?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8705456096850568414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8705456096850568414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8705456096850568414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8705456096850568414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-post-dedicated-to-you-hahaha-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-650262439284378349</id><published>2007-09-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:45:32.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;by the name of eliazabet&lt;br /&gt;wait i think its elizabeht&lt;br /&gt;oh i remember its elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;so the pretty she got me to write her a post&lt;br /&gt;requesting it to be a whole post&lt;br /&gt;so having a soft spot for sensitive ladies&lt;br /&gt;i agreed to write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY MY DEAR LADY&lt;br /&gt;emology so rocks ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;my good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-650262439284378349?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/650262439284378349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=650262439284378349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/650262439284378349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/650262439284378349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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HORRIBLE. i lost so badly in dota. stupid game really.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so jittery the whole day&lt;br /&gt;was it because of the prelim paper?&lt;br /&gt;or was it because i was waiting for a call?&lt;br /&gt;or even just a sms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzz buzz! buzz buzz!&lt;br /&gt;is it a bee or a house fly?&lt;br /&gt;buzz. buzz.&lt;br /&gt;what is that annoying sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glancing around eyes popping out&lt;br /&gt;i begun my search for that irritant&lt;br /&gt;i touched the big hole in my levis&lt;br /&gt;the one that i store my lose coins in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! so its the D900 making that annoying noise&lt;br /&gt;slipping it out from my pocket&lt;br /&gt;"1 new message recieved"&lt;br /&gt;showed on the display picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands trembled and shook&lt;br /&gt;what could this message contain?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its something bad?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its something worthless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should not open it&lt;br /&gt;torn between eagerness to open it&lt;br /&gt;and disapproving thoughts of it&lt;br /&gt;i struggled with the situation in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand slipped as the thing fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;"ouch!" i imagined it screamed&lt;br /&gt;cursing me for being fickle minded&lt;br /&gt;not being abled to make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with determination, i picked it up&lt;br /&gt;clicked the top left soft key&lt;br /&gt;i regretted it almost at once&lt;br /&gt;but when i saw what i saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2696403723948575118?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2696403723948575118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2696403723948575118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2696403723948575118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2696403723948575118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8695301712469139959</id><published>2007-08-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:47:44.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so in the end after all those&lt;br /&gt;we end up back here&lt;br /&gt;in this place where&lt;br /&gt;i always dreamt to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times have change and fly&lt;br /&gt;i have change much too&lt;br /&gt;and so have you&lt;br /&gt;times fly, and poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence in this world&lt;br /&gt;drip drip drip&lt;br /&gt;what is this do i hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood?&lt;br /&gt;water?&lt;br /&gt;or.. spilt milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears! its tears!&lt;br /&gt;tears for her&lt;br /&gt;tears for the useless&lt;br /&gt;tears for the unlove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8695301712469139959?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8695301712469139959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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manage to get much sleep the previous night. so much for me trying to sleep at 10. but it didnt work. i end up waking up and just staring into space. tomorrow is ss and chemistry. what a bore. i think this prelims i will end up no where. whateveR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my previous poem. just think about it as me reminiscing in a storm. and that's what my world is. a storm that never ceases. sigh. i miss a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its dark all around&lt;br /&gt;lying bed with morbid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;entertaining questions and death thoughts&lt;br /&gt;is not a appealing thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions starts with a why.&lt;br /&gt;ended with a me or i&lt;br /&gt;never a second thought to others feelings&lt;br /&gt;but always thoughts on others comments&lt;br /&gt;so what do that really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a changed world for no one&lt;br /&gt;so why did it changed in the first place&lt;br /&gt;maybe things should have just been what its suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;me as a gangster, me in a gang&lt;br /&gt;me as a trouble maker, me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe life would have been appealing after all&lt;br /&gt;the excitements and the thrills of a fight&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants a unique life&lt;br /&gt;but deep in this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;i wanted peace, quiet, and something normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i often regret what i did?&lt;br /&gt;what have i gain but loneliness&lt;br /&gt;so if this world has a less person&lt;br /&gt;does it affect anyone or any thing?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this storm will end soon&lt;br /&gt;and peace will rule again&lt;br /&gt;no hatred, no anger&lt;br /&gt;no sad thoughts, no morbid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;no tears in my eyes every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have to return to the nightmares&lt;br /&gt;the nightmares that haunt me&lt;br /&gt;even when the day is bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have to live through every night&lt;br /&gt;every night with those thoughts&lt;br /&gt;on who is really important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have to go through each day&lt;br /&gt;each day searching for attention and friends&lt;br /&gt;that will never come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do i have to go through this life&lt;br /&gt;this life of trying to be normal&lt;br /&gt;when i am not normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniquely unique&lt;br /&gt;specially for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do they mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-9188956707804066706?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/9188956707804066706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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here&lt;br /&gt;but if you do&lt;br /&gt;here's something for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite everything&lt;br /&gt;i still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-4902619625889644861?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4902619625889644861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=4902619625889644861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4902619625889644861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4902619625889644861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stare up to the ceiling up above&lt;br /&gt;i felt myself taking my last breath&lt;br /&gt;i was back in my bed with the pillow above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up rhyming my poems, lets do something more of my style&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flash of lightning&lt;br /&gt;i took a walk to the park&lt;br /&gt;winding in and out of the pathway&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tha flash of lightning&lt;br /&gt;i took a walk in memory lane&lt;br /&gt;seeing the flashes of my past&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;i ran around in circles&lt;br /&gt;lost in my own self&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;i begun to see it all&lt;br /&gt;how lost i had become&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the howling wind blow me cold&lt;br /&gt;as i clasped your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;holding you close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the howling wind blow me cold&lt;br /&gt;as i looked down at my hands&lt;br /&gt;and all i saw were my hands&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flash of lightning&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;the howling wind blow me cold&lt;br /&gt;the thunder roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my walk in memory lane&lt;br /&gt;so foolish i had been&lt;br /&gt;you and me forever?&lt;br /&gt;what a fool i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lightning disappeared&lt;br /&gt;the rain ceased&lt;br /&gt;the howling wind stopped&lt;br /&gt;the thunder softens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw your face there&lt;br /&gt;i ran to you&lt;br /&gt;i tripped and fall over&lt;br /&gt;you walk away without looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops are falling&lt;br /&gt;i lie on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;my heart broken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;what is left, is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lightning flashed&lt;br /&gt;the raindrops fell&lt;br /&gt;the howling wind blew&lt;br /&gt;and the thunder roared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8012722260406973107?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8012722260406973107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8012722260406973107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8012722260406973107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8012722260406973107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hear-sound-made-by-drops-of-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-5779031795177658384</id><published>2007-08-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:34:13.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the curtain of life falls&lt;br /&gt;the circular cycle in this world&lt;br /&gt;standing in my cage with my head bowed&lt;br /&gt;i offered a silent pray to the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take me away from this chaos,&lt;br /&gt;free me from this pain&lt;br /&gt;make me feel liberation&lt;br /&gt;i will pay any price for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moonlight shone through my enclosure&lt;br /&gt;with a shout, i screamed to whoever hears me&lt;br /&gt;letting out the anger that was held within me&lt;br /&gt;i felt something cold on my pale face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a single tear of regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-5779031795177658384?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5779031795177658384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=5779031795177658384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5779031795177658384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5779031795177658384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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light&lt;br /&gt;without a call from anyone&lt;br /&gt;consumes the light and devouring the righteous&lt;br /&gt;and leaving others thirsty and desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were th nights where many will fall&lt;br /&gt;and succumb to their desperate desires&lt;br /&gt;fulfilling them and achieving that pleasure&lt;br /&gt;but in the end what is left is an empty shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a never ending cycle in this circular people&lt;br /&gt;where the people cry out in despair&lt;br /&gt;begging others to relieve them from their misery&lt;br /&gt;so as to gain liberation in some form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fallen leaves and the howling wind&lt;br /&gt;on those nights where the weather's chilly&lt;br /&gt;the angel of darkness come and devour&lt;br /&gt;every single light that is in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long are the days of peace&lt;br /&gt;and so long are the days of light&lt;br /&gt;where now darkness consumes&lt;br /&gt;and chaos will reign in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will reign in a world&lt;br /&gt;a dimension that no one can see&lt;br /&gt;other than Him alone&lt;br /&gt;which is in the darkness of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my soul will be lonely&lt;br /&gt;letting my whole body be thrown into chaos&lt;br /&gt;no more the kid that i use to be&lt;br /&gt;i cry for freedom and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my very own blood&lt;br /&gt;i wrote your name&lt;br /&gt;with a knife, i carved it&lt;br /&gt;on my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories.&lt;br /&gt;the bitter and the sweet&lt;br /&gt;that is all that i have now&lt;br /&gt;and that is all i am left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;what are they?&lt;br /&gt;nothing but an awful echo&lt;br /&gt;from the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6281534401621811663?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6586328234854028333</id><published>2007-08-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:52:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thunder rumbled through the classroom&lt;br /&gt;lightning shone brightly in the dim classroon&lt;br /&gt;i edged back to that seat&lt;br /&gt;trying to recall what that devil said in the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil started announcing the results&lt;br /&gt;oh how snide he sounded!&lt;br /&gt;i held a crushed piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;waiting impatiently to stuck it in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"144.. ... .." "i DIDNT HEAR MY RESULTS"&lt;br /&gt;and there he goes over again&lt;br /&gt;i am now annoyed at the slow pace he is doing everything&lt;br /&gt;i glared at that insolent creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHAUN.. ... .." *please please*&lt;br /&gt;"I DIDNT HEAR MY RESULTS"&lt;br /&gt;and there he goes over again&lt;br /&gt;i stood up with my face turning red with anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand was trembling, i sat down again&lt;br /&gt;forcing my mind on other things&lt;br /&gt;"SHAUN.. ... .." we exchange loathing glares at each other&lt;br /&gt;"B3 distinction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slumped back into my seat&lt;br /&gt;dropped that now wet paper ball&lt;br /&gt;i sunk into the dark abyss&lt;br /&gt;consumed in my own thoughts and anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly wish i was a bird&lt;br /&gt;so carefree, so free from worries&lt;br /&gt;soaring in that only sky&lt;br /&gt;dropping bombs on others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a life a bird has&lt;br /&gt;no exams to worry&lt;br /&gt;no future to worry&lt;br /&gt;just their present and nothing else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a second thought&lt;br /&gt;i rather be myself&lt;br /&gt;at least i get the priveledge&lt;br /&gt;on voicing my views in this site of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get to say i love you to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still B3 for chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6586328234854028333?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6586328234854028333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6586328234854028333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;whom suffer and go through so much more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes rejection in my dictionary&lt;br /&gt;reach a new height&lt;br /&gt;i wondered what we talked about as i walked home alone&lt;br /&gt;i realised the difference between me and him&lt;br /&gt;is that i had warnings from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he and me had a choice&lt;br /&gt;but i had warnings on what i should not do&lt;br /&gt;he did not know the consequences and what will happen&lt;br /&gt;i brought everything upon myself&lt;br /&gt;i deserved everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rejections from people&lt;br /&gt;the sarcastic remarks from people around me&lt;br /&gt;the looks that i draw from strangers&lt;br /&gt;it was what i asked for&lt;br /&gt;and that is what i have gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world was never fair to begin with&lt;br /&gt;he ended up with nothing but he had a family&lt;br /&gt;i ended up with my girl but i have a broken family&lt;br /&gt;so what is this fairness that everyone talks about&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever fair we gain something and we lose something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may lose something important and gain something of lesser value&lt;br /&gt;and vice versa, there's no fairness in this world&lt;br /&gt;and in other words nothing is really free&lt;br /&gt;in one way or another we have to pay for it&lt;br /&gt;in blood, soul or material goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realised something&lt;br /&gt;dont look back and regret&lt;br /&gt;cause nothing's going to change&lt;br /&gt;treasure the present&lt;br /&gt;look forward to the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7728078959706230566?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7728078959706230566/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>the decisions that i always make&lt;br /&gt;i never stop and think for awhile&lt;br /&gt;because after all it was&lt;br /&gt;"dont look back at the choices you made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was this paricular night&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about matters&lt;br /&gt;what others have said and pursuaded me&lt;br /&gt;i decided to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this particular afternoon&lt;br /&gt;i was walking home in the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;and well i was obviously smoking&lt;br /&gt;but after a few puffs i threw it away&lt;br /&gt;and i sweared to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why all these things and choices i made?&lt;br /&gt;i really regretted all of them&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its not about thinking after you made the choice&lt;br /&gt;but to think before you make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i am in starbucks now&lt;br /&gt;and i cant help to blog back to my studies ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6196824472432892479</id><published>2007-07-25T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:39:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who am i to the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone care to comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6196824472432892479?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6196824472432892479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6196824472432892479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown away that test&lt;br /&gt;cuz darren made me felt like a fool&lt;br /&gt;when he told me how he felt about it&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty true.&lt;br /&gt;but still quite angry with him&lt;br /&gt;for spoiling that moment of happiness and acomplishment&lt;br /&gt;that i created a test&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3385478142674694650?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3385478142674694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3385478142674694650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3385478142674694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3385478142674694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-days-more-and-its-all-over-we-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6461147529590670343</id><published>2007-07-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:51:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time and time again. i feel so useless so lonely. i have choosen to keep my self away from others because of the emotional hurts tht i can never get over. the hurt, the pain i slash myself, seeing the blood flow, i know i am human when i see the blood flows from the wounds. cigarettes and pain, thts all there is now in my life. sooner or later i will die, but i already feel myself dying, each day i live i give thanks for it. cuz i will never knew if the next day comes and i am in a coffin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6461147529590670343?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6461147529590670343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6461147529590670343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6461147529590670343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6461147529590670343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-and-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3683532074790296396</id><published>2007-05-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:27:38.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rejection. so that's how it feels when someone close to you somehow rejected you. i'm not talking about boygirl rejection.i'm talking abt rejection from society from friends.it is sometimes so hard to accept the fact that someone just ostracised you.someone that you trusted so much can just cast you aside.so why?i have no idea either.but this really taught me something.i should never reject someone, eventhough if i really hate the person. the feeling is so painful, something that's beyond words. i really hope i wont get rejected by people again. it makes my life so meaningless, and my efforts wasted. trying to make new friends and yet.. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pride.when i say pride i dont mean arrogant or proud. i mean it as something that many of us never knew that we have. its actually something that cant be seen or felt by yourself. but others see it when you react to things and people feel your pride and ego. soemtimes this pride shut us out, sometimes this pride stop us from really carrying on and pulling through. sometimes this pride just ignores others people constructive comments. sometimes, it is this very pride that we cant break down. its not easy to cast down our pride and bow in humility. we think that our ideas our suggestions are the best. yet there are always better ones out there and we choose to ignore it because of PRIDE. so why since we know our problem lies with pride, but why cant we try to get over it. its a difficult thing to throw away, and i have no idea how to do that, because i'm struggling with it too. anyone got any suggestions? can bring it up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you didnt allow me to write you a testimonial i shall blog it here than:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36days of laughter tears and love.i REALLY missed you at times.friday we go watch pirates of the CARRIBEAN ok?iloveyou baby (: you are my girl forever never shall we part. hug kisses you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-piggy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3683532074790296396?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3683532074790296396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3683532074790296396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3683532074790296396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3683532074790296396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/05/rejection.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2966296832083908287</id><published>2007-05-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:11:41.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.. what is this pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts what i am currently about. i will blog about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now 33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2966296832083908287?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2966296832083908287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2966296832083908287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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was wondering do we shut people out all do they shut us out? i realised its more of the former than the latter. when we were down and out, we natuarally seek for concern, attention and love. but when others try to help us by giving us advice or even lecturing us. we just turn them away. because we always feel they do not know why we do what we do.we shut them out, oblivious to the fact that they were trying to help us. and by the time we realised our error we are sometimes too late. why haven't we tried to reach out to them, heed what they said. afterall people who are watching at the sidelines, see our errors and flaws more easier than us. than why do us even knowing this shut them out still? after more hurt and pain is in our heart, we are clouded BECAUSE we think with our hugs. now here comes the important part, when we think with our hearts we are thinking based on our current emotion and your current desires. therefore clouding our judgement and ability to accept and comments. we act irrationally, causing more harm and more misunderstanding. we should in fact, forget our emotions, and use our mind to tell us what's the right thing that we ought to handle our problems. and we should not turn away help but do not take in all the opinions, because some of which may tend to mislead us further.since our mind is unclouded and unaffected by any distractions, we should often use our mind. its all in the mind. to quit to start to scold to swear to runaway to turn to other pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's where i went wrong, and when i realised it it was a little too late. i shut myself out from the world, thinking that people were just irritating, they dont understand me. but i am wrong. they are often the ones that give sound advices. those are what we call FRIENDS. true friends.so its that i shut them out that caused me my misery. making me so lonely, causing me to be a total outcast.but i realised they were all there, ready to help, ready to give me their comments.i always love this saying," its never too late to do anythings, its worst if you did nothing." is it time now for me to do something, and not let things go out of hand and before i lose control of the things i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is another thought for lovers out there or couples: will you really do something sacrificial for your girl/boyfriend?naturally you will say i do. but is it really the truth. i searched my conscience and i can safely say i cant.okay.i cant but i do try.but still sometimes trying isnt really enough.eventhough we place our girl/boyfriends over many friends.but we can never place them over ourselves. so than. what is true love? does true love means that we can sacrifice our self for the sake of our partners? my take on this, if i really love her, no matter how much it takes to make her happy i will do so without complains. if i fail, than it is really going to be meaningless, even though we tried, we didnt get our end result. so doesnt that make me quite useless as a boyfriend? so than why do i exist as a boyfriend if i cant even make my girlfriend happy? i will leave it here for now, because i am starting to contradict what i am saying now. and i leave it here for you guys to think about it. so why do you really have a girl/boyfriend? to me, as long as she is happy i have done my job, and as long as she feels loved, i have done my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. iloveyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8698132369814770892?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8698132369814770892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8698132369814770892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and their own decisions? what does life really hold for all of us. we make ourselves what we are today. that's our responsibility aint it? we are responsible for what we are. i am responsible for being so unpopular people and causing my own downfall in my relationships. maybe i was never good with people from the start. always in my own world, shutting others out, so that maybe i will be the God of my world. so this is what i end up with. troubles and sorrows. tears and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should people choose to believe in the omnipotent being and His word? in a way it really helps shape someone, to be holy and fear to do the bad and taboos of life. maybe i have already long fallen. i was once someone who fear to fight to steal to do anything bad. but now, i just do what i think i need to do. i never thought of the consequences. maybe that's why i end up what i have now. sometimes, its better to think and heed others before doing something. its like you being a baddie and you stole something in front of the police and after that you are caught and send to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe i am talking crap. but i am really glad to have typed what have been bothering me out. sigh. if only someone really understands what i am writing. maybe its just all nonsense and no meaning. but i am sure there's something in there. my heart is lighter but i still feel guilty for pulling so many people down with me. i will probably end up in hell. maybe. i dunno. i am still speculating. but if i want to speculate, i want to speculate if i will ever see her again. for now. i just cannot die, and lose myself to my ownself. HAHAHA. i have done so many wrong things in this life, maybe its time for me to do something right for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is such a simple word. yet to some of us it is the word that changed our lives, making us fond of someone, giving up everything for her, but maybe we never got back what is the so called equal treatment. but there's never an equal trade. some people get to gain more. take the nazi soviet pact for an instance, soviet gained more advantage than nazis. i never asked for something in return, but just hope that she did smile. and i will carry on doing what is right. for her sake. but. to another group, love turns to hate, making our love for someone turn to its evil twin. than thats when we give up on love, and continue walking in darkness, wallowing in self pity and self denial. maybe i am a little of both, but i can never stay in the gray area for long, its either here or there. so where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7169336800053090086?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7169336800053090086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=7169336800053090086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7169336800053090086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7169336800053090086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-i-dont-deserve-you-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8144079403185040336</id><published>2007-05-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:33:42.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why i'm writing this on my blog instead of yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you said you recieved my sms, maybe i wont feel tht i have wasted my effort. oh well. you know i am never good in anything i do, i cant cheer you up properly and even try to make things right. i feel useless y'know. i'm just a punk who have all the bad habits and is really fugly but you and me are together. i dunno. i am confused. why do you love me? why did you choose me? what did you really see in me? i know i love you. you are first in my life, above anything. no one i swear can ever replace you in my heart. i hate myself. damn. i'm sorry for all the misunderstandings i have created. i'm sorry for fighting w you always. i'm sorry for s_______ing. i will change. just for your sake and maybe for our sakes. but i really wish that whatever i am gonna do you will be behind me all the way. i cant handle this alone. lets do it together yea? i know the chances of us meeting before our 1st month is nearly zero. but i am happy that i am your boy, your lover. yours forever. iloveyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8144079403185040336?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8144079403185040336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8144079403185040336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iREALLYloveyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-115221173199288053?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/115221173199288053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=115221173199288053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/115221173199288053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/115221173199288053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-4892931683462593697</id><published>2007-05-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:10:53.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone. :]&lt;br /&gt;shaun leoi is too lazy t blog.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall do it for him.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;please dont be late for tuition tmrw cause i always have difficulty choping seats for you nd it makes me damm paiseh when mrs kang asks me where you are.&lt;br /&gt;nd treasure this post.&lt;br /&gt;i havent blogged for ages so i dont really know what t say.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;shaun had a wonderful day in school today.&lt;br /&gt;he was really really nice t all his teachers nd he helped them carry all their books t the staff room. right shaun? -nods.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;he decided t be a good boy nd when home straight after school t study.&lt;br /&gt;good old shaun.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im no good in typing emo entries like him.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone facies a change once in a while right?&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;bye anyway.&lt;br /&gt;im dry on what t say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd shaun.&lt;br /&gt;STOP ________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be your girlfriend. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-4892931683462593697?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4892931683462593697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=4892931683462593697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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in the room&lt;br /&gt;painted in black and white&lt;br /&gt;depicts the balance of all things&lt;br /&gt;when there is good there must be evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shall i be the evil one than?&lt;br /&gt;now there i am running away from my past&lt;br /&gt;getting back to where i had left&lt;br /&gt;i realised it is so hard to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you, my life is so empty&lt;br /&gt;void of purpose to carry on this losing battle&lt;br /&gt;darkness engulfing me by the minute&lt;br /&gt;but my hands are clasp tightly in yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the only pleasant thought&lt;br /&gt;that kept me going on and on&lt;br /&gt;there were times i see the blood on the floor&lt;br /&gt;blood that came from my wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wounds that were caused by myself&lt;br /&gt;wounds that served as a reminder&lt;br /&gt;of the pain and hurt i used to live in&lt;br /&gt;the angsty and emo moments i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hatred is all you need to survive&lt;br /&gt;love is for the foolish and the stupid&lt;br /&gt;than i shall be the foolish and the stupid&lt;br /&gt;holding on to that love that upholds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawling back on the way of evil&lt;br /&gt;does not seem so appealing after all&lt;br /&gt;have i really fallen? i want to get back to where i left&lt;br /&gt;for my sake, for your sake, for our sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the odds. damn the pain.&lt;br /&gt;damn the agony. damn the sadness&lt;br /&gt;damn all the unpleasant stuff&lt;br /&gt;damn all the ANGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised this one point&lt;br /&gt;people do not ostracise you&lt;br /&gt;but you are the one that ostracise yourself&lt;br /&gt;causing your very own loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful is the way back&lt;br /&gt;the path is filled with troubles&lt;br /&gt;but all i need is&lt;br /&gt;your love and your care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will show the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;i have not fallen&lt;br /&gt;i have not yet fallen&lt;br /&gt;i have not yet fallen to darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i am staring into space&lt;br /&gt;what is going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;is none other but you&lt;br /&gt;you shed some light in my darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the wonderful memories&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for them&lt;br /&gt;what have become a memory will always be a memory&lt;br /&gt;lets move on and create more memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be together forever&lt;br /&gt;never shall we part&lt;br /&gt;i shall prove to this screwed up world&lt;br /&gt;there is everlasting love&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a pack today..&lt;br /&gt;i broke my 2 weeks of abstinence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for effort&lt;br /&gt;F for quitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try again on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3286978497330813595</id><published>2007-05-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:40:39.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16 days since that very day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3286978497330813595?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3286978497330813595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3286978497330813595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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streets&lt;br /&gt;i really can't help to wonder&lt;br /&gt;where is my girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how pathetic i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing hurts more than to post this post&lt;br /&gt;recounting my day&lt;br /&gt;the day where i should feel special&lt;br /&gt;but i felt totally horrendous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am feeling really blue today&lt;br /&gt;maybe, next year would be better&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6509132319830559221?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6509132319830559221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6509132319830559221' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;painful&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;nothing but empty words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;hateful&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;dreadful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;all the above means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;because to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;compromising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;being together&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;love is&lt;br /&gt;everything nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is...&lt;br /&gt;YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of 11 today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6740203677783074236?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7473881880534934786</id><published>2007-04-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:23:25.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forever and ever i turn around&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find you&lt;br /&gt;but i am glad in the end&lt;br /&gt;i found you, you were there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me love and colour to my life&lt;br /&gt;forever this will last&lt;br /&gt;17 april i willl never forget this date&lt;br /&gt;after years of longing, the day has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till i see your dear face again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7473881880534934786?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8694713898431535090</id><published>2007-04-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:59:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what an irony&lt;br /&gt;so what if i get a gold&lt;br /&gt;there's no one to be there&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8694713898431535090?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8694713898431535090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8694713898431535090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;even compromising promises making them so cliche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i promise..."&lt;br /&gt;dont even do so, unless you do mean it&lt;br /&gt;breaking it lowers the value of promises&lt;br /&gt;in the near future, promises becomes just words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading my past has never been a good thing&lt;br /&gt;memories and experiences flooding back to me&lt;br /&gt;a love that had been for so long&lt;br /&gt;something that is worth protecting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i am down and out&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;those empty words "i'll be here."&lt;br /&gt;but you are the one that hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has blinded me&lt;br /&gt;making me negligent to my feelings&lt;br /&gt;there is only you in my life&lt;br /&gt;but something's stopping us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though within me i'm crying and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;BUT i will never give up&lt;br /&gt;i want to shout and scream to you&lt;br /&gt;"ILOVEYOU HON"&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-937098119210993792</id><published>2007-04-07T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:09:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when someone say cold&lt;br /&gt;i thought of being cold&lt;br /&gt;feeling cold ; cold within yourself&lt;br /&gt;each of which have a different meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being cold to someone&lt;br /&gt;often ends up hurting the other party's feelings&lt;br /&gt;affecting the world around you&lt;br /&gt;because of your insensitiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling cold from the weather&lt;br /&gt;causes us to be fragile and weak&lt;br /&gt;and we are at the mercies of mother nature&lt;br /&gt;to think that one day i might just freeze to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold withing yourself; the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;there's no explanation for this type of cold&lt;br /&gt;i myself suffer from this cold&lt;br /&gt;its an angony ; a feeling beyond the mere description of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like being locked up in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;you are all alone its in the winter&lt;br /&gt;and when you realised the cruel fact&lt;br /&gt;even if you die, no one knows and NOBODY cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is taking me to my tombstone&lt;br /&gt;its taking me to the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a nobody, someone who is just a loser&lt;br /&gt;i am a loser who just deserves to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so cold&lt;br /&gt;someone light me up&lt;br /&gt;if that someone's too late&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to this FUCKED UP world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. what an angsty post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-937098119210993792?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/937098119210993792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=937098119210993792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/937098119210993792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/937098119210993792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-someone-say-cold-i-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2510126286625776695</id><published>2007-04-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:09:18.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a promise is a promise, i am gonna quit for good. i hope you will help me. though its not easy but i will try. just for you. since you asked.. i shall do it. you are the first in my heart. and yea.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2510126286625776695?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2510126286625776695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2510126286625776695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2510126286625776695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2510126286625776695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/04/promise-is-promise-i-am-gonna-quit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-1429982780671353090</id><published>2007-04-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:44:07.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one that can bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;you are the only one that understands me&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could meet&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime you arent free to go out&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleeds a little&lt;br /&gt;little by little i am numb to the pain&lt;br /&gt;but my love for you holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never want to leave you&lt;br /&gt;i will stay by your side&lt;br /&gt;dont think about the past or the future&lt;br /&gt;lets just live the present, together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unworthy of you at times&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times you said i am&lt;br /&gt;i just cant help to think that way&lt;br /&gt;i am not your perfect or dream guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont even try to be&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know you love the way i am&lt;br /&gt;but i will kill my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;as long as i am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish and wish&lt;br /&gt;that we will be together&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;hugging you till the sky falls on us &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-1429982780671353090?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/1429982780671353090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=1429982780671353090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/1429982780671353090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/1429982780671353090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-you-you-are-only-one-that-can-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7563960535908645829</id><published>2007-03-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:27:50.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno if you will read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;i snapped back to reality&lt;br /&gt;facing the troubles&lt;br /&gt;that have to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you will be there&lt;br /&gt;be there with me forever&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i really love you&lt;br /&gt;9 months girl, its not gna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 iloveyou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3142913504395505981</id><published>2007-03-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:12:05.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i caught in the center&lt;br /&gt;do i have to made a choice&lt;br /&gt;no matter what choice i made&lt;br /&gt;it will hurt someone in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose the more correct choice&lt;br /&gt;i ended our relationship&lt;br /&gt;for the better of her&lt;br /&gt;but for the worse of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had made things worse&lt;br /&gt;i only have one wish now&lt;br /&gt;that is to&lt;br /&gt;just to fade away in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end my FUCKING life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is better WITHOUT me screwing up the place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3142913504395505981?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3142913504395505981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3142913504395505981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3142913504395505981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3142913504395505981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-am-i-caught-in-center-do-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-4757074129028158507</id><published>2007-03-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:18:58.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;inside a scarred body&lt;br /&gt;never experienced love before&lt;br /&gt;what a pathetic kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scarred life&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;yet you can hear it&lt;br /&gt;the unfinished chords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful dream was crushed&lt;br /&gt;because of pure idiocy and retardedness&lt;br /&gt;wishing that this was a dream&lt;br /&gt;all but a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-4757074129028158507?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2544795954468110373</id><published>2007-03-09T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:46:19.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just three stanzas for this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SDNEIRF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how normal i had once felt&lt;br /&gt;with all those "friends" around me&lt;br /&gt;ever since that very day, i know&lt;br /&gt;that they were never true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always believed&lt;br /&gt;the closest one will be the one&lt;br /&gt;to deal you the last and final blow&lt;br /&gt;to end your life for his benefit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i lie in my bed&lt;br /&gt;pricking my ears to hear the silence&lt;br /&gt;yet uncontrollaby in bed, there i was&lt;br /&gt;crying myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i not going to put my trust in anyone easily ever again.what a pity.SILENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2544795954468110373?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2544795954468110373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2544795954468110373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2544795954468110373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2544795954468110373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-three-stanzas-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-464242018476658093</id><published>2007-03-05T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:15:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haii..&lt;br /&gt;i am depressed and moody nowadays&lt;br /&gt;who else can i trust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-464242018476658093?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/464242018476658093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=464242018476658093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/464242018476658093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/464242018476658093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/03/haii.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-137259521686530636</id><published>2007-03-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:54:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raindrops hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;some fell on my head&lt;br /&gt;lightnings flashed across the sky&lt;br /&gt;and tears flow from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams were crushed&lt;br /&gt;by the insolent words from others&lt;br /&gt;i was never a good leader i guess&lt;br /&gt;never been abled to teach my juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how sad is this life of mine&lt;br /&gt;how ironic it has been for me&lt;br /&gt;i aimed so high, and yet&lt;br /&gt;i fell so far from my goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to crawl back up&lt;br /&gt;how am i able to do it&lt;br /&gt;when i have already&lt;br /&gt;given up on myself..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my friends&lt;br /&gt;those who were true to me&lt;br /&gt;for believing me that i can carry on&lt;br /&gt;as a leader as a good student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i regret for not trying hard&lt;br /&gt;for being so tactless to others&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i am afterall&lt;br /&gt;the worst section leader the flutes ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck. cheers.&lt;br /&gt;what a loser i am.&lt;br /&gt;what a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHEL JIE JIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEER UP OK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-137259521686530636?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/137259521686530636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=137259521686530636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/137259521686530636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/137259521686530636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/03/raindrops-hit-ground-some-fell-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-7911436904570076630</id><published>2007-03-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:26:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a weird day&lt;br /&gt;such melancholy was felt&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. what sorrow and hurt&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside and outside&lt;br /&gt;a wall divides them&lt;br /&gt;the inside islanders live in luxury&lt;br /&gt;the outside islanders was suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outsiders are united&lt;br /&gt;there were people wanted to break down the walls&lt;br /&gt;but here is the twist&lt;br /&gt;the wall got stronger instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the insiders were taught how to build stronger walls&lt;br /&gt;such selfishness existed&lt;br /&gt;so here is the question..&lt;br /&gt;where do you want to be?inside or outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i am outside of the wall&lt;br /&gt;all alone and left out&lt;br /&gt;but i never wanted to be inside&lt;br /&gt;so where do i exist than?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-7911436904570076630?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/7911436904570076630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=7911436904570076630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7911436904570076630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/7911436904570076630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-weird-day-such-melancholy-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3503948246108732233</id><published>2007-02-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:12:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this few days i'm gng to blog more often cuz i am given more time to thingy and in the end whatever goes through my mind will all come into here. here is a place where i let out all my thoughts, before i end up crazy and take my own life.cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful family&lt;br /&gt;that was what everyone thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i thought otherwise&lt;br /&gt;a gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;a screwed up family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a punked-up life&lt;br /&gt;wasnt so appealing afterall&lt;br /&gt;but i wont turn back&lt;br /&gt;it was my choice afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everywhere's the same&lt;br /&gt;everyone is the same&lt;br /&gt;but here's the twist&lt;br /&gt;i am the one being DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my fault!&lt;br /&gt;why?damn it!&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;its my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the problem&lt;br /&gt;what a loser&lt;br /&gt;how dumb could i have gotten&lt;br /&gt;now i realised it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never turn back i guess&lt;br /&gt;cuz i always follow where my heart brings me&lt;br /&gt;not God, not the Bible, not the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;one day i will come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause in the end&lt;br /&gt;at the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;that God's word is always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i am stubborn&lt;br /&gt;and foolish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh!what an idiot i am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3503948246108732233?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3503948246108732233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3503948246108732233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3503948246108732233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3503948246108732233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-few-days-im-gng-to-blog-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3959188477683059536</id><published>2007-02-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:40:01.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sinece the past two months&lt;br /&gt;i have always wanting to run out&lt;br /&gt;of those past memories and experiences&lt;br /&gt;finally i got over and out of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am in a different world&lt;br /&gt;a world where i so willingly&lt;br /&gt;put everything i have on the line&lt;br /&gt;including my life, my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come back. come back&lt;br /&gt;i want the old shaun back."&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart, i know&lt;br /&gt;i cant turn back now. not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because i do not have the guts to&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this is where i belong&lt;br /&gt;now, i can say, and sincerely say&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to give my life up if need be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now a no life person&lt;br /&gt;no one will take a second look at me&lt;br /&gt;in the end, what do i end up with..?&lt;br /&gt;why than.why than.do i still hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bitter feeling is in the air&lt;br /&gt;i can taste it with my toungue&lt;br /&gt;where does such bitterness come from&lt;br /&gt;where..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes within me&lt;br /&gt;bitter about my life&lt;br /&gt;bitter about what i have&lt;br /&gt;bitter about not having enough power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have known you earlier&lt;br /&gt;so that i wont let you get hurt&lt;br /&gt;but now you are hurt&lt;br /&gt;nothing i say matters anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how my sixteen post will be&lt;br /&gt;something of a sad post, and a reflection&lt;br /&gt;now my only goal in life&lt;br /&gt;is to have more power, to influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i will fail again&lt;br /&gt;cuz when i look back in the past&lt;br /&gt;and the present&lt;br /&gt;i see failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;i am so useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3959188477683059536?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3959188477683059536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3959188477683059536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3959188477683059536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3959188477683059536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/02/sinece-past-two-months-i-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2506280767764534241</id><published>2007-02-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:03:30.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eons have pass&lt;br /&gt;and i have arrived again&lt;br /&gt;on this very blank page&lt;br /&gt;to express my views on issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times the wicked human heart&lt;br /&gt;had blinded one's eyes&lt;br /&gt;to prevent them from doing what's right&lt;br /&gt;and to seeing what is that good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many times we embraced out faults&lt;br /&gt;making them look so ever good&lt;br /&gt;not allowing others to be able to notice&lt;br /&gt;that you even commited a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some people are so indecisive&lt;br /&gt;people who have second thoughts&lt;br /&gt;people who in the end with their indecisiveness&lt;br /&gt;manipulated others so that they wont be embarassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this very day&lt;br /&gt;i can safely say&lt;br /&gt;i was not alone&lt;br /&gt;but i was as good as being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so so so much&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;till the sun dont rise&lt;br /&gt;and the stars dont shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the day i step into my grave&lt;br /&gt;and go to hell&lt;br /&gt;even in hell&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2506280767764534241?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/2506280767764534241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=2506280767764534241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2506280767764534241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/2506280767764534241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/02/eons-have-pass-and-i-have-arrived-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-3876400598429776152</id><published>2007-02-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:52:32.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do i put all i have to say in one sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made myself what i am today, to think that in the end i hurt everyone around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-3876400598429776152?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/3876400598429776152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=3876400598429776152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3876400598429776152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/3876400598429776152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-do-i-put-all-i-have-to-say-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-2450212597849200654</id><published>2007-02-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:37:04.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when was the last time i smiled sincerely?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i held someone in my arms?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time that i was myself?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time i was truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even answer these questions nowadays&lt;br /&gt;but i can only provide one phrase for all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-2450212597849200654?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-4673975259524294708</id><published>2007-01-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:24:36.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One! Two! Three!&lt;br /&gt;To every broken heart in here&lt;br /&gt;Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making&lt;br /&gt;Even when you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;You have to give to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;br /&gt;Sent back from within&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we sing if we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing if it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason to ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going no where&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing with out a reason to never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To never fall in love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-4673975259524294708?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4673975259524294708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=4673975259524294708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4673975259524294708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4673975259524294708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-two-three-to-every-broken-heart-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-9135441313531434642</id><published>2007-01-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:47:10.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you're near I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you you to know girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away, I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, I don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No Promises&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away, baby you're the one I need tonight,&lt;br /&gt;No promises.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Here tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-9135441313531434642?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/9135441313531434642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=9135441313531434642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/9135441313531434642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/9135441313531434642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-baby-when-we-are-together-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8908613320960927331</id><published>2007-01-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:28:05.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a week of self destruction&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap now&lt;br /&gt;finally i understand&lt;br /&gt;how scary it is to be out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that anytime you will lose your life&lt;br /&gt;to anyone that holds a grudge against you&lt;br /&gt;i am not in the world of self pity&lt;br /&gt;but i am so ever sober so ever awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;is not a feeling&lt;br /&gt;its just a word to describe&lt;br /&gt;the lack of trust and courage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-8908613320960927331?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/8908613320960927331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=8908613320960927331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8908613320960927331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/8908613320960927331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-of-self-destruction-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-351821820173620781</id><published>2007-01-18T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:28:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back&lt;br /&gt;i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;i feel totally horrible&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-351821820173620781?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/351821820173620781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=351821820173620781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/351821820173620781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/351821820173620781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-im-alive-i-feel-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6138857808712568550</id><published>2007-01-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:56:56.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darkness looms, i sign off my day&lt;br /&gt;with a mental note in my mind&lt;br /&gt;how is life to be someone i used to be&lt;br /&gt;to hide in one corner with my bunch of brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so dark so scary without my savior&lt;br /&gt;to have to fear for my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;praying that i dont get killed just like that&lt;br /&gt;every fear crept into my life ever since i make that choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont go down how i went down my friends&lt;br /&gt;its not a nice feeling, its just a facade&lt;br /&gt;until you know what its like to sell your life to the world&lt;br /&gt;to be a slave, a servant to the evil one and burn in hell forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back is so difficult&lt;br /&gt;yet walking out on Him takes less than a minute&lt;br /&gt;finally i understand the meaning&lt;br /&gt;3 days you become bad, it will take you 3 years to change over a new leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day i will never forget&lt;br /&gt;with a mental note in my mind&lt;br /&gt;that so many birthday wishes have been used on me&lt;br /&gt;what should i do than?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why guys, why ladies&lt;br /&gt;why do you waste that precious one wish i grant you&lt;br /&gt;instead of asking for something superficial&lt;br /&gt;you tell me to be a good boy and stop whatever i am doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6138857808712568550?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6138857808712568550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6138857808712568550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6138857808712568550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6138857808712568550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/darkness-looms-i-sign-off-my-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-241605563492159709</id><published>2007-01-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:01:34.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dead into the night&lt;br /&gt;with math formulas&lt;br /&gt;and english phrases&lt;br /&gt;in my head, on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;i prayed silently&lt;br /&gt;praying that i will stop&lt;br /&gt;praying that my troubles will vanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ezekial 18 on my mind&lt;br /&gt;i was scared and i was frighten&lt;br /&gt;will i? will i..? will i....?&lt;br /&gt;be lost to the Lord for my evil deeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ever same argument for our selfish gains&lt;br /&gt;have we ever thought what this life is about&lt;br /&gt;who do we live our life for?&lt;br /&gt;what do we base our lives on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am amused that i can say all this&lt;br /&gt;yet i still get consume by the world&lt;br /&gt;i am of unclean lips&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is as dark as the night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am crying&lt;br /&gt;not because i am sad&lt;br /&gt;not because anyone died&lt;br /&gt;but because i am ashame to stand before his presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord. I am unworthy of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-241605563492159709?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/241605563492159709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=241605563492159709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/241605563492159709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/241605563492159709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/dead-into-night-with-math-formulas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-5039580674238960270</id><published>2007-01-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:27:36.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin,&lt;br /&gt;Each victory will help you, some other to win&lt;br /&gt;Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue,&lt;br /&gt;Look ever to Jesus, He will carry you through.&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Saviour to help you; comfort, strengthen and keep you,&lt;br /&gt;He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-5039580674238960270?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5039580674238960270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=5039580674238960270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5039580674238960270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5039580674238960270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/yield-not-to-temptation-for-yielding-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-6123656206412935479</id><published>2007-01-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:13:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a more serious note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really confused now&lt;br /&gt;before i even start what wanted to start&lt;br /&gt;i am being influenced by the many blogs and people who had talked to me&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder, where am i to turn?&lt;br /&gt;i want Christ, i want to get back to Him&lt;br /&gt;to be able to serve Him&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;i want the pleasures the World can offer&lt;br /&gt;the attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i beseech you therefore brethren by the mercies of God, that you present your body a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to Him, which is your reasonable service. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. (Romans 12: 1-2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this verse basically summarises what i have got to do&lt;br /&gt;it is my life verse for now&lt;br /&gt;a thought struck me, my testimony, my sharings, my words of encouragement to christians who are lost to Christ, have they all become nothing but a lie? it is indeed scary, its scaring me to know that all i had believed in the past three years, had become a lie to me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;i am really lost now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charissa once said: shaun, i think you enjoy the feeling of being lost (or something along that line la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it struck me, is that what i have been doing? to be lost so that i need not make a choice? am i just running away, trashing myself? all this running away, is beginning to tiring me, i want to make a decision. not by my strength but by God's strength. i have never tried but i will place my faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till this day, i have never try putting my entire troubles on Him, i am going to do so now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really weird, to have someone who was once lost to God and now found to come and tell me not to do stuff. but i am comforted to see that this brethren is now back to someone i once knew when i first came to church. will i be like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is scary&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;being lost to Him is much more worst&lt;br /&gt;i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-6123656206412935479?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/6123656206412935479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=6123656206412935479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6123656206412935479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/6123656206412935479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-more-serious-note-i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-8025918596343970610</id><published>2007-01-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:16:34.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should just say this once and for all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what right have you guys got&lt;br /&gt;to tell me what i should do&lt;br /&gt;every single week i come down&lt;br /&gt;i leave church feeling more depress&lt;br /&gt;feeling worse than ever&lt;br /&gt;you cant do this&lt;br /&gt;oh you cant do that?&lt;br /&gt;why than do you guys focus so much on our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;not one, no not one&lt;br /&gt;gave me encouragement&lt;br /&gt;only on my birthday and christmas&lt;br /&gt;do i recieve encouragement?&lt;br /&gt;so now what does that make you guys in church&lt;br /&gt;church people is than no more different than people outside&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;when i first came down to church&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it was a big family&lt;br /&gt;a group of people&lt;br /&gt;but damn it i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was just many different groups of people&lt;br /&gt;i tried to fit in&lt;br /&gt;but still i sticked out like some sore thumb&lt;br /&gt;in the end i ended up in a corner&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cuz i gave up trying to fit in&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong than is it for me to hang around girls?&lt;br /&gt;so what man?&lt;br /&gt;it makes me and some other newcomers feel that&lt;br /&gt;this church is so divided&lt;br /&gt;look at the youths&lt;br /&gt;there's always a clear line where&lt;br /&gt;it separates the girls and the guys&lt;br /&gt;no one dares to cross over and be friendly&lt;br /&gt;even if i did talk to the girls&lt;br /&gt;they will just tell me&lt;br /&gt;"dont hang around too much with the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;find guy friends."&lt;br /&gt;damn it man! whats wrong with hanging around with girls&lt;br /&gt;i have enough of this bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i have had enough&lt;br /&gt;if i come down to church&lt;br /&gt;its not because i want to be here&lt;br /&gt;but because i was made to be here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-5831454346135296143</id><published>2007-01-01T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:58:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whilst everyone is partying&lt;br /&gt;whilst everyone is alseep&lt;br /&gt;whilst the night is still dark&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy writing a tune on this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i am gone to you&lt;br /&gt;darren i broke my promise&lt;br /&gt;a saying goes&lt;br /&gt;that you choose a path&lt;br /&gt;and you dont look  back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose my path&lt;br /&gt;and i am determine&lt;br /&gt;to carry on&lt;br /&gt;to fight on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dark and how scary&lt;br /&gt;is the world out there&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;this is where my playground will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a playground where you dont have fun&lt;br /&gt;where you play with your life&lt;br /&gt;you play with your soul&lt;br /&gt;you pay it out with your blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is scary&lt;br /&gt;it is dark&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;this is my fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;you can say&lt;br /&gt;you can say that sentence&lt;br /&gt;'go your way...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-5831454346135296143?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5831454346135296143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=5831454346135296143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5831454346135296143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5831454346135296143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2006/12/whilst-everyone-is-partying-whilst.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-4353582461356249286</id><published>2007-01-01T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:51:58.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i am at benji's hse now&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-4353582461356249286?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/4353582461356249286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=4353582461356249286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4353582461356249286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/4353582461356249286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha-i-am-at-benjis-hse-now-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745445.post-5809308355971080114</id><published>2006-12-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:07:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a recount of my year 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. have i ever thought that this very year is gonna be such a disastrous year for me? a year where i cried a few million times, where i truly learn that not every one is nice, where i found that thinking and dwelling too much into stuff can be hurtful instead of letting you see a clearer picture? to think that i can actually break down, to think i am such a hypocrite. i entered year 2006, with a hopeful heart that my class is not that disastrous. so, there i was in a new class, i recognized several faces, made friends with everyone. i thought i could put my past, my idiotic and pathetic old self in the past, and start anew. but i guess that somethings cant be thrown away just like that. one thing that stayed on with me till even today, as i am typing this post, its my ATTITUDE problem. yea. i know that my attitude sucks okay. but its something that will take time to change. as you can see, i actually was quite umm.. well recieved in class until some rumours spreaded and i kept giving my attitude to my chinese teacher that i got a bad impression from my class. which is horrendous and stupid. i was eventually transferred over to 326 because the chinese teacher cant teach me. so i was transferred. and the first thing that happened when i entered the classroom was that mr heng(HOL for chinese) scolded me cuz i sat at the back and i talked. so yea, i got stuck with this chinese teacher which was super fierce. hmmm. this was what was happening to me the start of year,i was pretty much disliked in my class and i'm not really doing well in my studies. well, band, was pretty uneventful cuz this was the year where i can get a post, i always wanted the band seageant post. so i had no choice but to try and attend every parade and try to put my best in band. this is where i am honest, i worked hard this year for that post but in the end i didnt get it, so yea.. and for my spiritual condition. i was in fact quite well for the first month, but eventually, my mates around me wanted me to hang out with them, and to go and play computer games and to have 'fun' until i stopped my devotions but i still prayed. well term ended with me failing. but what i was on mind was," why matter when its not even counted in the FYE?" well, this concludes my first quarter of this uneventful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have started serving Christ in flute. well i play in offertory but i tend to screw up alot. well, here's a question that i have pondering about, when we are serving, do we serve for ourselves all serving to our Lord? do you have any tinge of pride when you are serving? what do you want out of it? and in whatever you do and choose, whats your motive? mmm. i have gone astray since this term started, i made new friends like nige, ben, bryane, rahim and many others. my cool dudes! hahaa. i started piercing my ear, for fun i guess. but i closed it soon after cuz i realized that it isnt good and i tend to stumble other younger christians and pple tend to look at me in a different light. well, this term i have been flirting around a little too much, making girl mates from tuitions and stuff. i have stop doing my daily devotions, i have stopped praying. why i ask? maybe its because that i feel that i dont need God because even on normal days and on days i prayed, everything's the same. i still scold vulgarities, i still hang out with my brothers and yea. maybe its because that its what i feel and not what God want. well i was very lost and i was very empty. i had made 3 new god sisters, well they are christine, shi hui and rachel :) i &lt;3 them. this term i did not study and didnt do well for my exams and tests. my birthday was nevertheless just another day. how i wish that it will out of the ordinary, no matter how hard i hope and how hard i wish, it will never come true. maybe its just selfishness on my part. another birthday came and go, and i feel as left out as i am since i first stepped into this world, into school, into band, into church. what more can i say? another term passed and gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well church camp and band trip to perth was in june camp. and i learn much abt God and music. which is good. yea. i was on a high with God and i tried to keep my nose clean instead of punking in school like some loser. anyway, the harder i try the easier i fall. in the end for no reason i pierced my ear. not one, not two but THREE! HMMM. well than i did alot of funny things and i started to get myself tangled up with affairs that wasnt right for my age. in the end i got "burned" pretty badly. in the end i became really angsty and erm some people will say that i was emo. i was towning full time, hanging out till late at night. in the end i didnt study and i was again one of the worse in class. my teachers came and talked to me and they called my parents in the end i still didnt listen? i thought my mom was barking mad, they didnt give a damn about me, my feelings? all they know was to quarrel and quarrel. whats wrong with them? arghh. anyway, i was appointed flute sl. and no one was there to see me get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this term was my last term, i was having trouble with my section. obviously i was power hungry and wanted total control over my section, but i guess it didnt work. so i changed my style of working with my section and i wonder was i making any progress? anyw, i was having a bad time in school. i just realised that all four terms results are counted for the final year results. i had the shock of my life. i started studying hard. having late nights, trying to keep away from town, keeping myself focused. what happened to me? 2 weeks before exams, i got so pissed off with his guy and i stole his ipod. well that still didnt gave me the license to take his ipod. i should have punch his all somthing like that. anyway, i got a warning letter. what was the worst is that i have to tell my mom what i have done in her face. for the first time in 3 yrs i saw her cry again. i hate myself. i hate myself. what can i do but to bring others sadness and anger? anyw, i was promoted. christmas was another holiday, a quiet one. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i learned, the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys that was a summary of my year and now my resolution and other thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. my resolution for this year is to be able to stay close to God, and to try to be able to at least be a better friend to my friends. well.. as many of you know i have weird mood swings, and yea so i thank you for bearing with it. also that, i will try my best to rmb pple birthdays. hahaha! i will try to smile more and not have that du lan face. also that i will keep myself out of trouble and have a cleansheet year. i will try to enforce new rules and new regulations to my section hoping that it will help my section and also to try and keep my section united. AND also, to get at least below ten for o's. i must do it! no more slacking, its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's my early new year post, but you guys will only read it during new year's day itself, cuz only then i will reveal my new url.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745445-5809308355971080114?l=symphoniedemort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/feeds/5809308355971080114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745445&amp;postID=5809308355971080114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5809308355971080114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745445/posts/default/5809308355971080114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://symphoniedemort.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-recount-of-my-year-2006-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaun=)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
