<?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-2099367054931797644</id><updated>2012-02-20T02:58:21.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Wings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2028592049298680241</id><published>2012-02-20T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T02:58:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>"taking all these shattered ones to the place we belong, where his love will conquer all"&lt;div 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbzfYD2CRlg/ToE12UHBtyI/AAAAAAAAAvA/82987gjLaI8/s400/tumblr_lphogi7dSN1qmyqzwo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656861814181443362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;;'lion-heart' – is used for a person who possesses exceptional courage and fortitude. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is a very brave person. It means he was a very fearless person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; He can deal with any kind of danger or fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've never seen myself before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spending all my time in promised lands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our home, the only place I've ever known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lionheart you are the one who had my back from the start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The very start, Lionheart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over and over and this is how it ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time after time my passion never ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is where we came from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is were we met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faces remembered we'll never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now is our chance to make a stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the era of the common man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Burn us alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With the fire that's in our eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Burn us alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our bodies end where our souls survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over and over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time after time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5189236882450539644?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5189236882450539644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5189236882450539644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5189236882450539644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5189236882450539644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/09/lionheart.html' title='Lionheart.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbzfYD2CRlg/ToE12UHBtyI/AAAAAAAAAvA/82987gjLaI8/s72-c/tumblr_lphogi7dSN1qmyqzwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-726651485976083543</id><published>2011-06-24T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T01:58:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this.</title><content type='html'>"It starts not from Others to God; but from God to Others."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-726651485976083543?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/726651485976083543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=726651485976083543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/726651485976083543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/726651485976083543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/06/remember-this.html' title='Remember this.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1953190543610097403</id><published>2011-06-06T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:58:34.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; "&gt;We will crown you&lt;br /&gt;King forever&lt;br /&gt;Living Savior&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Lord of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Clothed in majesty&lt;br /&gt;Crowned in glory&lt;br /&gt;Creation adores you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1953190543610097403?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1953190543610097403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1953190543610097403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1953190543610097403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1953190543610097403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/06/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4762910707180904166</id><published>2011-05-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:49:56.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2GTxhX_H7E/TcFnOEMc1yI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VzX21gM7VM0/s1600/tumblr_le30lxvIl81qzmodjo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2GTxhX_H7E/TcFnOEMc1yI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VzX21gM7VM0/s400/tumblr_le30lxvIl81qzmodjo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602872902767400738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By the time I was your age I'd give anything to fall in love truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;was all I could think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that's when I met your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the girl of my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She said boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I can't help but notice you staring at me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now most of the time we'd have too much to drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and we'd laugh at the stars and share everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Too young to notice and too dumb to care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;love was a story that couldn't compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I said girl can I tell you a wonderful thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I made you a present with paper and string,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;open with care now, I'm asking you please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you know that I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now son I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you'll learn one day, and I hope and I pray that God shows you differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She said boy can I tell you a terrible thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please don't be sad now, I really believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So don't fall in love there's just too much to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you're given the choice, I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't let it get you, I can't bare to see the same happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now son, I'm only telling you this, because life can do terrible things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4762910707180904166?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4762910707180904166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4762910707180904166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4762910707180904166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4762910707180904166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/05/by-time-i-was-your-age-id-give-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2GTxhX_H7E/TcFnOEMc1yI/AAAAAAAAAu0/VzX21gM7VM0/s72-c/tumblr_le30lxvIl81qzmodjo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8571116455912732496</id><published>2011-03-04T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:13:31.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slufYp9W2UA/TXCtxmKoBOI/AAAAAAAAAus/N5XoHIExVhQ/s1600/articleLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slufYp9W2UA/TXCtxmKoBOI/AAAAAAAAAus/N5XoHIExVhQ/s400/articleLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580151005882352866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monochromatic pictures are beginning to make me scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so scared. So scared i don't even want to begin to think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please. take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8571116455912732496?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8571116455912732496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8571116455912732496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8571116455912732496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8571116455912732496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/03/warmth.html' title='Warmth.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-slufYp9W2UA/TXCtxmKoBOI/AAAAAAAAAus/N5XoHIExVhQ/s72-c/articleLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5323405441048519890</id><published>2011-01-17T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:14:55.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So when the day comes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TTPeK7deapI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KuWCqtea0DA/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TTPeK7deapI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KuWCqtea0DA/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563034244074072722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 13px; "&gt;They'll throw flowers down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;And tears will come running down their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;As they say goodbye and say that I've gone to a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5323405441048519890?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5323405441048519890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5323405441048519890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5323405441048519890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5323405441048519890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-when-day-comes.html' title='So when the day comes.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TTPeK7deapI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KuWCqtea0DA/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4020513946793426734</id><published>2010-12-23T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:28:09.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aware, Rust, Repair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TRMgfOJsieI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uc9daib2KzY/s1600/marvelcomics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TRMgfOJsieI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uc9daib2KzY/s400/marvelcomics3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553818486224751074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,  i was out for awhile just now and nostalgia just kicked me in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started off by walking pass a kindergarten which I have not walked pass since secondary school days, low and behold they were having a christmas party inside as I looked in the windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It dawned upon me that i was ever so carefree when i was soooooo young. We would spend hours just sitting in front on the tv just watching shows and not give a shit about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not long after, walking pass a playground near my place was always dead and ever so silent, but today was so different. There was a sudden outburst of kids, running around playing ice catching. It's as if there was a new neighbourhood of young kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were the good stuff in life that i used to enjoy so much! Back in the primary school days, I could totally neglect my work just to play with my neighbours. Despite our different races, our age were so similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entirely busy with the stuff that we're all caught in now, the things that we're doing that we say are fun, isit really a mere evolution of what we call "fun"? or are we really just stripped away from what we used to enjoy in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4020513946793426734?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4020513946793426734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4020513946793426734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4020513946793426734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4020513946793426734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/12/aware-rust-repair.html' title='Aware, Rust, Repair.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TRMgfOJsieI/AAAAAAAAAuM/uc9daib2KzY/s72-c/marvelcomics3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4925027410427122521</id><published>2010-11-12T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:30:10.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TN0UnziGKlI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6mp6QU-4bok/s400/24696_330740573482_632763482_3684166_4653360_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538605790816250450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Grace, don't ever be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been heavy but don't lose your ways.&lt;br /&gt;Take just take what you can.&lt;br /&gt;You will never find all the pieces you gave away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, run from their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand the pain and the price you'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the days filter your strength away until it's too late to see you happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, I watched her cry in her room when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;Time never saved us from those days.&lt;br /&gt;And I never found a reason to forget until I believed what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, run from their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand the pain and the price you'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the days filter your strength away until it's too late to see you happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how you illuminate your beautiful face in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;When the rest of the moonlight died without the sun,&lt;br /&gt;But it'll always be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, I've tried so hard to do this on my own. But I'm nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never see life through without you.&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dn't look back, run from their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand the pain and the price you'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the days filter your strength away until it's too late to see you happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TN0UoW9jgTI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tMt7Y5m3Gk8/s400/tumblr_l9qm33Amx01qcpkwfo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538605800326660402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I swear kenny choi writes brilliant lyrics, it really sinks deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; into your soul when you're listening to his songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the past few weeks that i've not been blogging, a lot has happened, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but that's not what i'm going to be blogging about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i'm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It has been awhile since i actually went to a gig, and to the most extreme, i went to a hardcore gig. Loads of people doing hardcore two steps and all the other stuff, but it felt good to be back in the music scene. Not to mention 2011 will be a great year starting it off with Asking Alexandria, Set your Goals &amp;amp; Four year strong. I'm so gonna get merchs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh and btw, support him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;www.myspace.com/deathandacure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;good stuff, peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Happiness'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TN0UnziGKlI/AAAAAAAAAt8/6mp6QU-4bok/s72-c/24696_330740573482_632763482_3684166_4653360_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-678109318777128236</id><published>2010-10-23T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:36:58.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not that i'm brave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TMHXljFbWkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UkuB4FgbYKg/s1600/71962_489642234782_598469782_7093426_6954277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TMHXljFbWkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UkuB4FgbYKg/s400/71962_489642234782_598469782_7093426_6954277_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530938857460816450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love singing a lullaby till she sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; how her smile makes the sunflowers jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-678109318777128236?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TMHXljFbWkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UkuB4FgbYKg/s72-c/71962_489642234782_598469782_7093426_6954277_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1409221527189413293</id><published>2010-10-12T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:01:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 13:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TLNC5w_EJTI/AAAAAAAAAts/7utREC2MbiE/s1600/tumblr_l9sp4uY6RG1qc2u00o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TLNC5w_EJTI/AAAAAAAAAts/7utREC2MbiE/s400/tumblr_l9sp4uY6RG1qc2u00o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834727883121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give light to my eyes, or i will sleep in death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1409221527189413293?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1409221527189413293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1409221527189413293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1409221527189413293'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TJt-h1Bp2rI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rR-34OwUGb0/s1600/art,light,neon,stay,text,typography-29591f5795dd947623c49df14c7d4877_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TJt-h1Bp2rI/AAAAAAAAAtk/rR-34OwUGb0/s400/art,light,neon,stay,text,typography-29591f5795dd947623c49df14c7d4877_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520144887907474098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know you're thinking the worst..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's in those eyes at, first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's neither good, or bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please, show me your thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please show me, your thoughts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so please show me, what I meant to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6353624908730209199?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6353624908730209199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6353624908730209199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8791323847316074022</id><published>2010-09-13T09:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:09:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will carry on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TI1-Ow8kTTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/MM0VzY0A038/s1600/hair-storm-by-solve-sundsbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TI1-Ow8kTTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/MM0VzY0A038/s400/hair-storm-by-solve-sundsbo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516203910720933170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I may not be perfect, but i'm awesome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Alex &amp;amp; Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So desperately I watch them calling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To bring down your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make this all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make us whole again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Us whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So desperately I have been calling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To bring down your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make this all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To bring me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will carry you home again, home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will carry you to let you fly, to let you fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So desperately I have been waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To bring down your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make this all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make me whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know that this is the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know this is the way you planned for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will carry you home again, home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will carry you to let you fly, to let you fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8791323847316074022?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8791323847316074022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8791323847316074022' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2033320680219777909</id><published>2010-08-11T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:02:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From close to closed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TGGFzPQgD_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ylodJKHtWeg/s1600/girl_smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TGGFzPQgD_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ylodJKHtWeg/s400/girl_smoking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503827334939021298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson #1. Everyone has flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2033320680219777909?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2033320680219777909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2033320680219777909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2033320680219777909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2033320680219777909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-close-to-closed.html' title='From close to closed.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TGGFzPQgD_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ylodJKHtWeg/s72-c/girl_smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8575150376387129762</id><published>2010-07-27T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:38:37.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some day she'll understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TE3V08UJFiI/AAAAAAAAAss/z5OvbQeMyrw/s1600/8644_1251353785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TE3V08UJFiI/AAAAAAAAAss/z5OvbQeMyrw/s400/8644_1251353785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498285825609766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel the chains on our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8575150376387129762?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8575150376387129762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8575150376387129762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8575150376387129762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8575150376387129762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-day-shell-understand.html' title='Some day she&apos;ll understand.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TE3V08UJFiI/AAAAAAAAAss/z5OvbQeMyrw/s72-c/8644_1251353785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3684366818088658141</id><published>2010-07-19T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:05:17.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross my heart i hope to die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TENCOuWUCkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NZZzldNPB8c/s1600/ffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TENCOuWUCkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NZZzldNPB8c/s400/ffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495308791049357890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really wishes to know what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3684366818088658141?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3684366818088658141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3684366818088658141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3684366818088658141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3684366818088658141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/07/cross-my-heart-i-hope-to-die.html' title='Cross my heart i hope to die.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TENCOuWUCkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/NZZzldNPB8c/s72-c/ffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-9002560482164697216</id><published>2010-07-10T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:55:14.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You kept me from falling apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDiMXkZd0XI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dYEYPg3AdJc/s1600/_DSC0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDiMXkZd0XI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dYEYPg3AdJc/s400/_DSC0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492294082113687922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photography by Alex Nikon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a big and scary place, but when we picture it to be small. Life isn't such a scary place after all. I've told myself this, Hold on to the good memories and let go of the painful ones.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think it'll be something promising up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You see, they say that people shrivel up because they have an  imagination. So, don't imagine anything, you'll become brave as hell." - Mr. Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-9002560482164697216?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/9002560482164697216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=9002560482164697216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/9002560482164697216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/9002560482164697216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-kept-me-from-falling-apart.html' title='You kept me from falling apart'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDiMXkZd0XI/AAAAAAAAAsc/dYEYPg3AdJc/s72-c/_DSC0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3702726435544343899</id><published>2010-07-05T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:01:10.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We shot the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starbucks on Sunday was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDGs_kflZsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M6olU_M1mD0/s1600/full+moon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDGs_kflZsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M6olU_M1mD0/s400/full+moon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490359628869232322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You found a place between the lights&lt;br /&gt;Of yesterday I could not hide&lt;br /&gt;We can make it, if we only try&lt;br /&gt;We can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are in perfect time&lt;br /&gt;You're standing still&lt;br /&gt;You're hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, just how you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And you are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried for years to get this right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not about to lose this fight.&lt;br /&gt;To lose this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest mile I'll walk with you&lt;br /&gt;If your sky falls I'll pull you through&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, stay who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And you are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried for years to get this right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not about to lose this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to write it down&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be around&lt;br /&gt;When the days are long the loves goes on&lt;br /&gt;And everything that has gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is brought into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And you are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried for years to get this right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not about to lose this fight.&lt;br /&gt;To lose this fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; border: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3702726435544343899?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3702726435544343899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3702726435544343899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3702726435544343899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3702726435544343899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-shot-moon.html' title='We shot the moon.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TDGs_kflZsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M6olU_M1mD0/s72-c/full+moon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4211081135051796535</id><published>2010-06-29T22:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:11:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe then we'll find the time we've lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TCoGuiNzKkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Z9IZKyOR9hc/s1600/sunsetflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TCoGuiNzKkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Z9IZKyOR9hc/s400/sunsetflyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488206492432804418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awhile back, Kids thought me lessons i've lost&lt;br /&gt;in my journey on life.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times when we were four? So amazed by the city lights and what the world has to offer just by looking out into the windows or the MRT. &amp;amp; how ignorant we were to what the world has to say about us? Mannerisms &amp;amp; looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we ever leave that behind us.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i wished that i would live life with a simple mind. To just run away happily and lying side by side with the person you love counting the stars till we fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kid thought me a lesson, on how we've lost the fun of being anyone and anything that we could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Watching two kids play superheroes in the mrt station reminds me so much of my childhood. Remember the times when we would annoy our neighbours parents just to beg for their child to come out to play?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how we would run around the corridors playing with anything we could find? shooting down each other with plastic butter knifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just the half hearted smile and awkward silences when we cross paths. From what used to be the closest of all buddies, to total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TC8Yf2TAw6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/GAy2HsZpgi4/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TC8Yf2TAw6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/GAy2HsZpgi4/s400/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489633406218191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So smile! like how we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the most valuable lesson i've learnt from God,&lt;br /&gt;is that we have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;To decide whether will i live my life carrying an atmosphere of sadness and grief, Or to carry ourselves with joy and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my hardest to carry myself with the atmosphere of joy, so that i will rub it off to people around me. To be there for people when they need it, to cheer them up even if they don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be strong for me, For I'll be strong for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4211081135051796535?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4211081135051796535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4211081135051796535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4211081135051796535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4211081135051796535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-then-well-find-time-weve-lost.html' title='Maybe then we&apos;ll find the time we&apos;ve lost.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TCoGuiNzKkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Z9IZKyOR9hc/s72-c/sunsetflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-39203704832342947</id><published>2010-06-28T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:35:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesha shisha on the sheshore, movin her body like a fuckin WHORE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-39203704832342947?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/39203704832342947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=39203704832342947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/39203704832342947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/39203704832342947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/06/sheesha-shisha-on-sheshore-movin-her.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3398605752726293072</id><published>2010-06-07T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:07:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two steps forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAvHZWwDpwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oD-26rXIdB0/s1600/_DSC0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAvHZWwDpwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oD-26rXIdB0/s400/_DSC0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479692610044143362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of September we entertained the thought&lt;br /&gt;of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out&lt;br /&gt;in the garden of a girl who's mum is friends with Elton John, so she  kept telling us&lt;br /&gt;we just let it pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slipped a year or so behind ourselves&lt;br /&gt;the time's already gone,&lt;br /&gt;when people were just people not the jobs that they perform&lt;br /&gt;our songs were just a thing we did with melody's and chords&lt;br /&gt;now you're available in all good record stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i knew you best back when love was just a feeling that ran out between  my legs onto the,&lt;br /&gt;back of my dress&lt;br /&gt;onto the clothes that i was wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a child i was expected to believe&lt;br /&gt;in something up above that no one touches or can see&lt;br /&gt;but now they tell me that unless you're looking out of magazines well  then you don't exist but i knew that you were real before i read it&lt;br /&gt;in an interview today before i used you as a surface - did a line across  your face&lt;br /&gt;in the toilet of a girl who's sitting outside dropping names like they  were carpet bombs, she knows everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i knew you first back when love was underneath you with my fingers  in the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;you said "i'll stop if it hurts"&lt;br /&gt;you said "i'll stop it if it's scary,"&lt;br /&gt;you said "you know that i can stop this any time,&lt;br /&gt;if you think that it is tearing"&lt;br /&gt;and i think of you when the leaves are brown,&lt;br /&gt;i think of leaves that i have felt against my body on the ground&lt;br /&gt;i think of places where we could go to now until they find us 'til they  catch us, 'til they wake us and&lt;br /&gt;we drown until I know where i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a garden of remembering your fingers in my hand, were like a book  made of sand&lt;br /&gt;was like the book that i was reading, was like the book that i had with  me all the time&lt;br /&gt;to tell me i was breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the middle of September.&lt;br /&gt;your image starts to fade into the one that they have printed on the  27th page&lt;br /&gt;don't like to read these things you know i do it anyway i have no choice&lt;br /&gt;have no choice i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i go out into the garden the birds begin to sing i am troubled by  the thought of all the daylight they will bring&lt;br /&gt;i think that i will let somebody take me home again before the evening  ends i will forget with them that i..&lt;br /&gt;knew you at all&lt;br /&gt;that my love was underneath you making puddles on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and that i sleep to the thought of&lt;br /&gt;two people walking two steps forward always to the lives they've chosen  clicks and hums and sirens and the sun&lt;br /&gt;of two people walking two steps forward always to the lives they've  chosen, clicks and hums and sirens and the sun&lt;br /&gt;of two people walking two steps forward always to the lives we've chosen  clicks and hums and silence and the sun         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3398605752726293072?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3398605752726293072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3398605752726293072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3398605752726293072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3398605752726293072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-steps-forward.html' title='Two steps forward'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAvHZWwDpwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oD-26rXIdB0/s72-c/_DSC0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5913680502609765260</id><published>2010-06-03T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:37:41.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Birds &amp; Coal Mines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAfJvrVW6CI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wI3Msg_Ip0w/s1600/_DSC0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAfJvrVW6CI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wI3Msg_Ip0w/s400/_DSC0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478569292642838562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photography by myself, location Labrador park jetty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe Venus was right all along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;maybe putting your heart into forging relationships is wrong&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything that i've figured was all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;maybe things are meant to flow naturally&lt;br /&gt;maybe there's no need to actually try your hardest to find someone special&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5913680502609765260?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5913680502609765260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5913680502609765260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5913680502609765260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5913680502609765260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-birds-coal-mines.html' title='Yellow Birds &amp; Coal Mines.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/TAfJvrVW6CI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wI3Msg_Ip0w/s72-c/_DSC0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2403556552760012199</id><published>2010-05-28T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:53:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Unfaithful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If your opinion of someone ever changes because of the people that surrounds you,&lt;br /&gt;It only comes to show how fickle and weak your mind is.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_9nDR4sr0I/AAAAAAAAArs/oihgXsVhv10/s1600/_DSC0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_9nDR4sr0I/AAAAAAAAArs/oihgXsVhv10/s400/_DSC0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476208977944293186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will teach you to be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2403556552760012199?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2403556552760012199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2403556552760012199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2403556552760012199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2403556552760012199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-unfaithful.html' title='Hey Unfaithful.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_9nDR4sr0I/AAAAAAAAArs/oihgXsVhv10/s72-c/_DSC0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6007697939044549222</id><published>2010-05-24T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:48:19.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He had everything that wasn't me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_oSqSeUUkI/AAAAAAAAArk/WDZ5QB4iOc8/s1600/midnight+highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_oSqSeUUkI/AAAAAAAAArk/WDZ5QB4iOc8/s400/midnight+highway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474708814745064002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" id="songlyrics"&gt;Your bitter goodbye is ringing through this quiet night,&lt;br /&gt;This idle hour just wont pass&lt;br /&gt;I've never missed you this much, never thought I would,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think you'd feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;And your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway,&lt;br /&gt;Autumn's amber red shadows dance&lt;br /&gt;I miss our midnight rides on highway 18,&lt;br /&gt;18 is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so go past the lights and all the excuses&lt;br /&gt;You could have left "sincerely yours"&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's obvious that I want to say more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause anything too daring to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Will be said in this letter, then burned away&lt;br /&gt;So you never realize,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of your vague reply&lt;br /&gt;So I can understand&lt;br /&gt;Why we put this at rest&lt;br /&gt;Why we forget to&lt;br /&gt;Say that we were leaving&lt;br /&gt;And say that we were sorry&lt;br /&gt;The past remains unspoken&lt;br /&gt;As this vacant night is dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss your summer perfume&lt;br /&gt;This cold air brings in such a distance to us&lt;br /&gt;Such a painful distance&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still waiting for you to say you hate me now&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to, hold on to this burning heart&lt;br /&gt;This burning heart is getting old, getting old&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm sitting on this cold kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;Head down to hide the tears,&lt;br /&gt;I've realized&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realized that you were never meant for me.&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;              gE('songlyrics').innerHTML = gE('songlyrics_h').innerHTML;              if (typeof startSignatureInsert === 'function')              {               startSignatureInsert();              }             &lt;/script&gt;             &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6007697939044549222?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6007697939044549222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6007697939044549222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6007697939044549222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6007697939044549222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-had-everything-that-wasnt-me.html' title='He had everything that wasn&apos;t me.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_oSqSeUUkI/AAAAAAAAArk/WDZ5QB4iOc8/s72-c/midnight+highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5910149415515573242</id><published>2010-05-21T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:50:37.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learn to hate myself</title><content type='html'>She whispered the words that "I'll miss you"&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll be back sometime before our hearts grow cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_a1j2ZuGQI/AAAAAAAAArU/07THrIr9CSM/s1600/IMG_07011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473762024618858754" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_a1j2ZuGQI/AAAAAAAAArU/07THrIr9CSM/s400/IMG_07011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm the only firefly in her jar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been a tide of emotion these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly do not know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's time to be silent, or maybe it's time for me to go back to my roots.&lt;br /&gt;you know it's like i've never really give up on love, i just get fed up and force myself to not want it, but still deep inside me, i want it more than my next breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap-3Y0lvI/AAAAAAAAArM/Q2S4DAN_oW4/s1600/tumblr_l1krxr7aYA1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473749294600460018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap-3Y0lvI/AAAAAAAAArM/Q2S4DAN_oW4/s400/tumblr_l1krxr7aYA1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep. is. for. the. weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap-3Y0lvI/AAAAAAAAArM/Q2S4DAN_oW4/s1600/tumblr_l1krxr7aYA1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Self:&lt;br /&gt;What will be my last thought as i draw my last breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap4Xk1bFI/AAAAAAAAArE/c4XjTcfcLi8/s1600/iwo_jima_silhouette_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473749182981696594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap4Xk1bFI/AAAAAAAAArE/c4XjTcfcLi8/s400/iwo_jima_silhouette_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_ap-3Y0lvI/AAAAAAAAArM/Q2S4DAN_oW4/s1600/tumblr_l1krxr7aYA1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5910149415515573242?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5910149415515573242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5910149415515573242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5910149415515573242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5910149415515573242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-learn-to-hate-myself.html' title='I&apos;ve learn to hate myself'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S_a1j2ZuGQI/AAAAAAAAArU/07THrIr9CSM/s72-c/IMG_07011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8054684719104684459</id><published>2010-05-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:41:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you call me at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S-lsVjQ2WqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jD9OtlS_ljk/s1600/_DSC0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S-lsVjQ2WqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jD9OtlS_ljk/s400/_DSC0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470022339917142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi anna, i miss your annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;please come back to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8054684719104684459?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8054684719104684459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8054684719104684459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8054684719104684459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8054684719104684459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-call-me-at-all.html' title='If you call me at all'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S-lsVjQ2WqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jD9OtlS_ljk/s72-c/_DSC0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6653180427015502495</id><published>2010-04-30T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:13:43.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhale, and Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Feel as though a load off your shoulder has been lifted eh?&lt;br /&gt;taking deep breaths sometimes never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not slept since Wednesday, Rushed my work pulling myself together paid of pretty well with a rewarding weekend. An unoccupied Friday just could not get any better.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, but there's SA meeting, darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Life's been well. Ups &amp;amp; Downs as usual, getting used to my new classmates, and most importantly adapting back to the fast paced workload of Designs.&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless night was the kicker that started off the adaptation that i had lost over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new artist that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suckatlife.com/cityWalker.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.suckatlife.com/images/fullCityWalker.jpg" alt="City Walker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"City Walker" - ink on paper - 11" x 11 By Lawrence Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Strong for me, &amp;amp; i'll be Strong for You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6653180427015502495?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6653180427015502495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6653180427015502495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6653180427015502495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6653180427015502495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/04/exhale-and-breathe.html' title='Exhale, and Breathe.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3699470904396116025</id><published>2010-04-08T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:18:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To keep her somewhere safe.</title><content type='html'>"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."-Norman Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8CcxvwMVSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IG7rsGrebeI/s1600/tumblr_l03a06J2os1qzh0juo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458535126819165474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8CcxvwMVSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IG7rsGrebeI/s400/tumblr_l03a06J2os1qzh0juo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i haven't been updating this space for quite awhile and i'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've had like so much in my head that i just dont know wheree to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i've decided to just share my thoughts now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how when we were kids, we were all geeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the meaning of "Cool" was sooo different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the days where :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The higher the shorts that were tucked in was the measure of how cool we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Shoes needed to be white, the more white the shoe is, the cooler you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Hair didn't matter one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. All of us were pretty much the same size, with the few exception of those who mature faster than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i guess we'd never trade our priceless memories when we were young for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8Ccx3ZnQEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ImM9SiOb69A/s1600/_DSC0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458535128871944258" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8Ccx3ZnQEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ImM9SiOb69A/s400/_DSC0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; with all happy memories that we gain, it's shadow follows us with the painful memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, i guess it having a memory of having a childhood beats any gaming nerds around these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally growing old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon enough, i'm gonna hit the 20th mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8Ccx3ZnQEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ImM9SiOb69A/s1600/_DSC0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda miss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda miss venus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.Miss.Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3699470904396116025?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3699470904396116025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3699470904396116025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3699470904396116025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3699470904396116025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-keep-her-somewhere-safe.html' title='To keep her somewhere safe.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S8CcxvwMVSI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IG7rsGrebeI/s72-c/tumblr_l03a06J2os1qzh0juo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7558123091463538304</id><published>2010-03-06T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:46:52.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze, Love is a riddle, &amp; Death is a masterpiece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S5J4tMPIUdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p026-hgiAFQ/s1600-h/cityscape,cloud,folder_flickr,industrial,landscape,longexposure,night,reflection,water-5d3572eb13fe7492c4343d0c13fb1915_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445547617218482642" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S5J4tMPIUdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p026-hgiAFQ/s400/cityscape,cloud,folder_flickr,industrial,landscape,longexposure,night,reflection,water-5d3572eb13fe7492c4343d0c13fb1915_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come back, Come back to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7558123091463538304?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7558123091463538304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7558123091463538304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7558123091463538304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7558123091463538304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-maze-love-is-riddle-death-is.html' title='Life is a maze, Love is a riddle, &amp; Death is a masterpiece.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S5J4tMPIUdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p026-hgiAFQ/s72-c/cityscape,cloud,folder_flickr,industrial,landscape,longexposure,night,reflection,water-5d3572eb13fe7492c4343d0c13fb1915_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7725391451890903763</id><published>2010-02-23T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:47:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Rights, Our Wrongs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S4Ogxr6RiPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m-p2oN90Br0/s1600-h/2273939675_8dc1d69b63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441369550254868722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S4Ogxr6RiPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m-p2oN90Br0/s400/2273939675_8dc1d69b63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Roses are red, Violets are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;they're all out of stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;would Sunflowers do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The short weekend of rest has passed real fast, catching up with old friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just spending time with family, &amp;amp; of course, wasting my time on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's been a suprising Sunday, never would i thought i'd come across Kimberly twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Such a coincidence, i wish the relationship between you two well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kudos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7725391451890903763?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7725391451890903763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7725391451890903763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7725391451890903763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7725391451890903763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-rights-our-wrongs.html' title='Our Rights, Our Wrongs.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S4Ogxr6RiPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m-p2oN90Br0/s72-c/2273939675_8dc1d69b63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5530887088183398746</id><published>2010-02-19T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:16:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S311sKC05CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/wRD0j5ygyVc/s1600-h/3749067248_1df9085bb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633326404330530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S311sKC05CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/wRD0j5ygyVc/s400/3749067248_1df9085bb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think no one cares anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5530887088183398746?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5530887088183398746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5530887088183398746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5530887088183398746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5530887088183398746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-met-woman-once-i-gave-her-my-best.html' title='I met a woman once, I gave her my best shot'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S311sKC05CI/AAAAAAAAAqM/wRD0j5ygyVc/s72-c/3749067248_1df9085bb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7572137137306949315</id><published>2010-02-09T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:21:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When our time is up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3FfRJ9vVpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UXMv-gTHFtQ/s1600-h/2311621369_4c0e105865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436230973550188178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3FfRJ9vVpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UXMv-gTHFtQ/s400/2311621369_4c0e105865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i've lost who i am, &amp;amp; i can't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i know, but i know that the end's begining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who i am from the start, take me home to my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me go i will run, i will not be silent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this time spent in vain, wasted years,wasted gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all is lost, hope remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this war's not over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a light, there's a sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking all these shattered ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a place we belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; his love will conquer all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7572137137306949315?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7572137137306949315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7572137137306949315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7572137137306949315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7572137137306949315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-our-time-is-up.html' title='When our time is up.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3FfRJ9vVpI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UXMv-gTHFtQ/s72-c/2311621369_4c0e105865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4746001030492588669</id><published>2010-02-09T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:35:21.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Miss Your Summer Perfume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3E1n_A6rmI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4tFMtHWe9cM/s1600-h/CIMG2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436185186259349090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3E1n_A6rmI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4tFMtHWe9cM/s400/CIMG2781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (casio exlim, photography by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the 1m x 1m board painting assignment has finally come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am excited yet afraid. i wished i had the skill to paint it with the exact colours, but i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hope all goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and i coloured an apple with pastels!!! like seriously super proud of it, i will upload it when i have the time to take picture. I can't wait till the block ends, gonna do a cover of "If it means alot to you" by ADTR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm all excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life these few days has been in a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like all the shit that has been happening around me, it's really taking a toll on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i believe that God has kept me safe, and is pulling me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving me strength and comfort that he's keeping us safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" to keep you somewhere safe so they don't break apart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i really do miss someone now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wished i could see you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4746001030492588669?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4746001030492588669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4746001030492588669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4746001030492588669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4746001030492588669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-still-miss-your-summer-perfume.html' title='I Still Miss Your Summer Perfume.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S3E1n_A6rmI/AAAAAAAAAp0/4tFMtHWe9cM/s72-c/CIMG2781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-998324497126811314</id><published>2010-02-02T00:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:10:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reaper crept in, took his breath away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2cHuGRBeOI/AAAAAAAAAps/6DdZ9T1SL8Y/s1600-h/_DSC0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farewell grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;You're missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2cHuGRBeOI/AAAAAAAAAps/6DdZ9T1SL8Y/s1600-h/_DSC0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433319963983182050" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2cHuGRBeOI/AAAAAAAAAps/6DdZ9T1SL8Y/s400/_DSC0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nikon D2000, photography by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;200 miles away from home.200 miles beneath this lake is where my heart belongs, but you don't care at all.You wouldn't even smile if I were &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; as the water filled my lungs.You demand to be chased for your love.My desperate heart is far too weak to run for you this long.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you don't care at all&lt;/span&gt;.There's nothing I can do to draw you close to me.Can you take this silence like a pill so I can breathe again?I've been trying to ignore the best parts of you.I'm &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still hoping that I'll be with you somehow&lt;/span&gt;. Please be home tonight. I'll die if I don't get a chance to make this just right.I'm sorry but I can't forget about the way I feel &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;every time you're here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What would it take for me to be with you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear I'd rip my heart out if you said you'd be impressed.Please be impressed.I'd go so far to please you but I bet &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you wouldn't care at all&lt;/span&gt;.Hopeless love, please leave me.This broken heart is far to weak to run for you this long.Why don't you care at all?I'm dying for a place in your heart.Hopeless love, why did you carve your home in me?This broken heart is too weak to hold your weight.And now I regret the day we met.And help me forget your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-998324497126811314?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/998324497126811314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=998324497126811314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/998324497126811314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/998324497126811314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='The Reaper crept in, took his breath away.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2cHuGRBeOI/AAAAAAAAAps/6DdZ9T1SL8Y/s72-c/_DSC0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-895973297213681735</id><published>2010-01-28T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:37:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The closest thing to me at heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is the furthest thing away to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2FWgwYqvvI/AAAAAAAAApc/A8tkm5EqzVM/s1600-h/_DSC0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2FWgwYqvvI/AAAAAAAAApc/A8tkm5EqzVM/s400/_DSC0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431717746329698034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nikon D2000, photography by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were only kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and our time couldn't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long do we stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the world in our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Shadows &amp;amp; Regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why people don't want to grow old? they could live their life without a care for the world. Falling down, getting injured, having that funny red coloured liquid that starts flowing out of our very own flesh.&lt;br /&gt;where play will last forever, &amp;amp; going to bed will be the last thing on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funny how this is so different now, i know that i lived my kiddo days full of fun joy peace and laughter, but nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;Small little kids with big cool glasses sitting in front of a computer screen shouting their asses off as if they were king of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarities flying across the small room with loud blasting gunshots of guns made out of pixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2FZNhEo3iI/AAAAAAAAApk/sKv-VNiS7cU/s1600-h/_DSC0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2FZNhEo3iI/AAAAAAAAApk/sKv-VNiS7cU/s400/_DSC0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431720714336525858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nikon D2000, photography by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm different, i'm looking forward to the future,&lt;br /&gt;i wana get married, Spend time with my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Watch my kids grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, i think being old is somewhat similar to being young.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that they both feel a different joy,&lt;br /&gt;one being so carefree&lt;br /&gt;the other being contended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these feels so far away.&lt;br /&gt;just like the horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-895973297213681735?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2FWgwYqvvI/AAAAAAAAApc/A8tkm5EqzVM/s72-c/_DSC0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3448432655804271116</id><published>2010-01-27T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:52:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2BgH3P5_qI/AAAAAAAAApU/jR39yEwsbVo/s1600-h/_DSC0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S2BgH3P5_qI/AAAAAAAAApU/jR39yEwsbVo/s400/_DSC0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431446838814834338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend,&lt;br /&gt;i think i kinda miss talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss making you laugh even though i know it isn't meant to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my apologies for not blogging properly, i risk the chance of getting disconnected and the handicap of a 90% chance not being able to upload photos, so yup sorry guys! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3448432655804271116?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3448432655804271116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3448432655804271116' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-341080778200260032</id><published>2010-01-19T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:27:35.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiayi Tektonikatz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PS4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*WINKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S1SIB8qLV2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/bva4wVKEFh8/s1600-h/First+Place+MonochromeWhiskers+And+Stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S1SIB8qLV2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/bva4wVKEFh8/s400/First+Place+MonochromeWhiskers+And+Stripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428113017932568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello jiayi, After giving you this link i'm sure you'll be able to read my blog&lt;br /&gt;and probably forget my link soon after&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know you have stm. but it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;thank you for dedicating a post for me&lt;br /&gt;so now i am dedicating this post to you! hahaha and noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure there's other people reading your blog&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is dedicated to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr3vy3KTBhc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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type='text'>What are we fighting for.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;this Blog post is gonna be short.&lt;br /&gt;due to the very fact that my comp has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not blog bout life&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just put down a statement&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend has said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will continue whacking you in heaven when i get there"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Annalisa,&lt;br /&gt;Wacking me in heaven will not do me any justice.&lt;br /&gt;And since you're gonna say that on my death bed, i'll make sure i'll wait at the gates of heaven with a very nice SUPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7274949941454456133?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7274949941454456133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7274949941454456133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7274949941454456133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7274949941454456133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-are-we-fighting-for.html' title='What are we fighting for.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4232095606703552798</id><published>2010-01-09T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:56:56.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City &amp; Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0dgr2XnDAI/AAAAAAAAAos/eNAS0VYby-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0dgr2XnDAI/AAAAAAAAAos/eNAS0VYby-Y/s400/IMG_1225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424410582636235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days of school has not really been a good one.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time i really want to get it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;It is Ridiculously Retarded, we do not have ample time to do our work, and the worst part is that we have to meet up with real clients over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;like what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0dgrn2tOEI/AAAAAAAAAok/RAEtvX5lEaU/s1600-h/the_sky_is_falling__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0dgrn2tOEI/AAAAAAAAAok/RAEtvX5lEaU/s400/the_sky_is_falling__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424410578740131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her photography. it's quite amazing how she does her shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com/art/nirrimi-110388871&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4232095606703552798?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4232095606703552798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4232095606703552798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4232095606703552798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4232095606703552798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-colour.html' title='City &amp; Colour'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0dgr2XnDAI/AAAAAAAAAos/eNAS0VYby-Y/s72-c/IMG_1225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2169359384657143814</id><published>2010-01-06T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:28:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave behind the worst we've known</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll build ourselves a brand new home&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe then we'll find the time we've lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0NxmqaMZII/AAAAAAAAAn4/kJeSV7WpAlU/s1600-h/CIMG1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0NxmqaMZII/AAAAAAAAAn4/kJeSV7WpAlU/s400/CIMG1985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423303285317330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this picture is still in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I am so drained from school.&lt;br /&gt;it's not so much of shitloads of crap to do, but it's the unclear instructions and examples that's missing. The annoyance of having printed a nice piece of paper, only to feel crushed that your paper is accidentally torn is getting the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i  think i haven't really gotten over Venus.&lt;br /&gt;this is so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;I am with a heavy heart, i pray that i get through this week.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2169359384657143814?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2169359384657143814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2169359384657143814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2169359384657143814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2169359384657143814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2010/01/leave-behind-worst-weve-known.html' title='Leave behind the worst we&apos;ve known'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0NxmqaMZII/AAAAAAAAAn4/kJeSV7WpAlU/s72-c/CIMG1985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-412158680234782637</id><published>2009-12-31T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:58:35.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Yourself, and God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzCzho302I/AAAAAAAAAmw/saQiJdGtTVM/s1600-h/DSC-3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzCzho302I/AAAAAAAAAmw/saQiJdGtTVM/s400/DSC-3951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422241906152290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's approximately 2mins or so till it reaches 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is probably out there bashing someone up, or partying till their drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Or, they can be spending time with loved ones, or closed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the factor of Change, this year's New Year day would be well spent with the smell of Hot fragrant tea, and some biscuits. What can i say, New year never felt so new for the first time, the fact that there's Sumbission due Monday, there's not really much of a celebration mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was well spend in school finishing up my Resume &amp;amp; Cover Letter, it was also well spend by practicing some vectoring and i feel happy that i'm able to vector out a nice eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzDknJQbYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/neNVpViUv8o/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzDknJQbYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/neNVpViUv8o/s400/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421423085197749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really made a commitment to do a typograhic face of friends, &amp;amp; it's looking pretty harsh now.&lt;br /&gt;i still need to refer to picture and study more on typefaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC0Za-F2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/_bz95TDtArM/s1600-h/image469.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC0Za-F2I/AAAAAAAAAnA/_bz95TDtArM/s400/image469.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422256880228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh look what i've got! i'm so bloody happy that i managed to get this trap.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes i know it's damn childish, but hey! if you think of it the other way, look at the artwork!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i got this trap!! it was kinda race of time kinda thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzCz79rU8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/jZ1_I_X7dzg/s1600-h/dq1ut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzCz79rU8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/jZ1_I_X7dzg/s400/dq1ut1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422248972735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is constantly screaming out for a better life, to live wild.&lt;br /&gt;With not a concern to be nice to people, or Apologize to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;with the irony that no one respects you when you're nice, cause they'll just pretend they did not see you. but the fact is that they're always yearning for someone to pay attention to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn that a book can never be judge by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;the Contents can really disheartened you, and sometimes wish you never open page 1 of a persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC1XNKi7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/yoTaaH1T-RE/s1600-h/Ichigo_Hollow___The_Real_Form_by_StudUn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC1XNKi7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/yoTaaH1T-RE/s400/Ichigo_Hollow___The_Real_Form_by_StudUn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422273465322418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there's a part of me who knows that it's not the world which matters, it's what lies after it. Constantly trying my best to remain saint, to get rid of inner rage that arises proofs to be more challenging each year or phase of live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i pray for a better year, for better friends &amp;amp; for a stronger heart.&lt;br /&gt;to be able to withstand future heartaches that i smell coming,&lt;br /&gt;and to have a more sensible heart, to be able to be more sensitive to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC2Ebv0QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Pe0g0PPOQdg/s1600-h/Typography_Cross_by_nurrantiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzC2Ebv0QI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Pe0g0PPOQdg/s400/Typography_Cross_by_nurrantiel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421422285606080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end off my post with Videos.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicating all these songs to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASysDRf0h4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASysDRf0h4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yq4vk2tp6AY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yq4vk2tp6AY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZmaUYKbwYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ZmaUYKbwYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos Bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-412158680234782637?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/412158680234782637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=412158680234782637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/412158680234782637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/412158680234782637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-yourself-and-god.html' title='You, Yourself, and God.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzzCzho302I/AAAAAAAAAmw/saQiJdGtTVM/s72-c/DSC-3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7021887381075923927</id><published>2009-12-31T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:20:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to all dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYsHs0c8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/XpVAFyd5MeU/s1600-h/308898372_3c39c362f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYsHs0c8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/XpVAFyd5MeU/s400/308898372_3c39c362f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094460219225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.&lt;br /&gt;I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest swing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYAzhwjcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TULXxDGx25s/s1600-h/ballet,beauty,black,and,white,dance,photography,woman-534a5ad0e64a08b39fa16acb3e2225b8_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYAzhwjcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TULXxDGx25s/s400/ballet,beauty,black,and,white,dance,photography,woman-534a5ad0e64a08b39fa16acb3e2225b8_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421093716069748162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest tree.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYsir8ChI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UzhkJK6sCV8/s1600-h/_dsc0039_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYsir8ChI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UzhkJK6sCV8/s400/_dsc0039_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094467463285266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7021887381075923927?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7021887381075923927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7021887381075923927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7021887381075923927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7021887381075923927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzuYsHs0c8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/XpVAFyd5MeU/s72-c/308898372_3c39c362f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6405227031612326895</id><published>2009-12-29T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:57:29.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had to leave, Fullfill someone elses dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i might totally be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a really terrible Headache, so please bare with me for a boring blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closure in Moscow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the highlight for the weekend on the 1st week of my pathetic 2 week holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping out at the booth was a blast, well it didn't beat the crowd at baybeats, and was dissapointed that the Hensley Red that i wanted to get was out. it was still impressive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These guys were amazing, Chris and the band are really friendly people, and probably can talk to them just about anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to meet them at scape lab and talked with them, hahah and to enter to a floor filled with puke due to food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;MERRY X'MAS GUYS, HOPE YOU ENJOYED EATING DURIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoW1TgVbqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/a1hJ3zhEJHE/s1600-h/13034_230802071880_652246880_3652649_8203614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420670206518587042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoW1TgVbqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/a1hJ3zhEJHE/s400/13034_230802071880_652246880_3652649_8203614_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoXVLhdqwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/30vN4W_FCME/s1600-h/13034_230801861880_652246880_3652625_4529931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420670754131651330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoXVLhdqwI/AAAAAAAAAmI/30vN4W_FCME/s400/13034_230801861880_652246880_3652625_4529931_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to Nor Ashrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoXVU5Gs1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0OVSje7U2FE/s1600-h/13034_230802036880_652246880_3652645_3522512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420670756646728530" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoXVU5Gs1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0OVSje7U2FE/s400/13034_230802036880_652246880_3652645_3522512_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to Nor Ashrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello guys, here i am to blog after a really long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the last thing i've blogged, it's all about misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see, 14 days of not blogging, i really have been all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really caught up with friends i really needed to catch up with, for those who aren't free, it only shows how serious you are into a friendship, but it's okay, i understand. The world is always filling up every second that you guys have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-KIMjwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/w2hM0EXJl5A/s1600-h/_DSC0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661562527223554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-KIMjwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/w2hM0EXJl5A/s400/_DSC0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've really been going out so much, there i really have 0 time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really too short to have a 2 week holiday knowing that you're gonna spend it all away with no time for yourself. but hey, i guess it all went well knowing that you're sacrificing your time to spend time with others you cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-TWD0DI/AAAAAAAAAlw/j3Rto02eSTE/s1600-h/IMG_8891jpg_effected.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661565001289778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-TWD0DI/AAAAAAAAAlw/j3Rto02eSTE/s400/IMG_8891jpg_effected.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Belated Christmas to you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't have the pictures with me now, but i hope i get it soon! in any case, Christmas was somewhat well spent with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish there would be snow! like really snowwww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661550445469778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO9dHroFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KUp79JqAvVU/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really into folk again, like really miss the slow sweet sound of voices and funny tempo to their guitar. The sweet melody of someone's voice to bring your soul to ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-8VTU0I/AAAAAAAAAl4/EVgPA_o8eGE/s1600-h/_DSC0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661576003965762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO-8VTU0I/AAAAAAAAAl4/EVgPA_o8eGE/s400/_DSC0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, drawing back from the freshest of memories, i shall blog more about camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are not up at all, cos the photographers are probably dead beat, i wouldn't blame them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church Camp was really a blast, not so much of games and all, but it really helped me boost up my prayer life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, i'm really glad to make friends with many people, some hi-bye people whom i hope to develop friendships in the future, and that's if i could get a chance to in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really hillarious to be able to work with christie in the pass 2 days of camp, the way she says hello would just bring a smile to anybody face! like seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying up till 4am to finish up an artwork for the next day was really interesting, can't wait to blog up the pictures of the masterpiece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO93PaAqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0tD8gm6dXYk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661557457191586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoO93PaAqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0tD8gm6dXYk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, Witness light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6405227031612326895?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6405227031612326895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6405227031612326895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6405227031612326895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6405227031612326895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-had-to-leave-fullfill-someone.html' title='If you had to leave, Fullfill someone elses dream.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SzoW1TgVbqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/a1hJ3zhEJHE/s72-c/13034_230802071880_652246880_3652649_8203614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8219462624178199980</id><published>2009-12-15T13:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:28:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Hear You More if i Just Lay Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Syck20MyuiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/miAjJ9-wZD0/s1600-h/flight-of-the-conchords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Syck20MyuiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/miAjJ9-wZD0/s400/flight-of-the-conchords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415337601080146466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mis⋅er⋅y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wretchedness of condition or circumstances.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;distress or suffering caused by need, privation, or poverty.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;great mental or emotional distress; extreme unhappiness.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a cause or source of distress.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say i'm pretty much feeling like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i think my life is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seem to matter anymore, it's like i try to make things happen but all i get is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you'll be enjoying yourself, i know i won't. But i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't felt this much heartache in ever.&lt;br /&gt;but now the pain just feels so eminent and painful.&lt;br /&gt;the sharp and piercing pain coursing through your entire body, making your body feel heavy,&lt;br /&gt;bringing your eyes to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Syck3KHvBEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mc-C6Truxmo/s1600-h/zooey-deschanel-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Syck3KHvBEI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/mc-C6Truxmo/s400/zooey-deschanel-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415337606964511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8219462624178199980?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8219462624178199980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8219462624178199980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8219462624178199980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8219462624178199980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-hear-you-more-if-i-just-lay-down.html' title='I&apos;ll Hear You More if i Just Lay Down.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Syck20MyuiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/miAjJ9-wZD0/s72-c/flight-of-the-conchords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3595486698403922040</id><published>2009-12-13T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:38:58.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a furnace in your voice.</title><content type='html'>Hello all, i'm back here to blog after a very exhausting month.&lt;br /&gt;Typo &amp;amp; Layout class had really sparked off an interest for me,&lt;br /&gt;i really wana pursue to be a very good designer.&lt;br /&gt;1. get my basics right&lt;br /&gt;2. memorize and practice the grids&lt;br /&gt;3. touch up on basics, and break of rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. inspire others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i must put this picture up again, isn't she so cute!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. Anyways, Credits to Tommy for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdQKOBSZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NbeRuv_yziE/s1600-h/STU_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdQKOBSZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NbeRuv_yziE/s400/STU_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414695921696983442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nostalgia that i'm constantly in has really surfaced in the real world. It's quite suprising how my judgements on others, and dislikes i had in the past are all back to haunt me. However, i'm not really affected by it, and honestly, i'm actually looking forward to it. I smell an opportunities to change, and i'm gonna grasp it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdPj_U4yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/mLvQpU-TtGY/s1600-h/carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdPj_U4yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/mLvQpU-TtGY/s400/carnival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414695911434806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of a new song. it's getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;things to do with stars and city lights. I hope i can get it right just this once.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdPOPay3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Hp2LWvoxzo8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdPOPay3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Hp2LWvoxzo8/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414695905596722034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Aaron nace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can i say? School has been quite a bitch. Not so much of school, but entirely on a person.&lt;br /&gt;You bloody schemer, i hope that justice will prevail some other time and i hope it hits you like a bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;you're just lucky i'm nice enough to let the matter drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are short and packed.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a ring if you wana meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3595486698403922040?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3595486698403922040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3595486698403922040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3595486698403922040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3595486698403922040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-was-furnace-in-your-voice.html' title='There was a furnace in your voice.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SyTdQKOBSZI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NbeRuv_yziE/s72-c/STU_0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6529601980734910322</id><published>2009-11-28T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:52:37.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firecracker.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SxEqbmZcQXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2Uy0Z-JiDjQ/s1600/2906029935_6086d8631f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SxEqbmZcQXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2Uy0Z-JiDjQ/s400/2906029935_6086d8631f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409151281100767602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the hope i really needed in a very long while.&lt;br /&gt;But i was too stupid to believe.&lt;br /&gt;turns out you're just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched fireproof,&lt;br /&gt;a really good show. it kinda had sparked off a really deeps sense of feeling towards my relationship with christ. it made me reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SxEqbDJoT1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/hyUU_FC7Cls/s1600/birds__by_homseni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SxEqbDJoT1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/hyUU_FC7Cls/s400/birds__by_homseni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409151271639207762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just know i'll never tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6529601980734910322?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6529601980734910322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6529601980734910322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6529601980734910322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6529601980734910322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/firecracker.html' title='Firecracker.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SxEqbmZcQXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2Uy0Z-JiDjQ/s72-c/2906029935_6086d8631f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6063147271213477105</id><published>2009-11-27T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:14:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't much, But it's enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sw7E5xExNfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/CwHaS5xwnHU/s1600/1686328548_7658432c3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408476699223471602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sw7E5xExNfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/CwHaS5xwnHU/s400/1686328548_7658432c3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I'll sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hope to God she's listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping softly while I sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be your memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Lullaby for all the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping that my voice can get it right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God grant me rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm weary, sick and drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you'll help me pull through the toughest times that i'm facing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please Guide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sw7E6LoXXOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/U0UubfeucRE/s1600/656211-3-sunset-balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408476706352094434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sw7E6LoXXOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/U0UubfeucRE/s400/656211-3-sunset-balloon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6063147271213477105?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6063147271213477105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6063147271213477105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6063147271213477105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6063147271213477105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-isnt-much-but-its-enough.html' title='It isn&apos;t much, But it&apos;s enough'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sw7E5xExNfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/CwHaS5xwnHU/s72-c/1686328548_7658432c3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5529516397897808510</id><published>2009-11-24T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:31:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She moved away.</title><content type='html'>Magicthegathering artworks never ceases to amaze me. Every artwork detailed on a single image that is being reduced to a mere card. From canvas to cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2PwnLlII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/61gAF7iIH20/s1600/38_6qk03jzjxk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407334684475233410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2PwnLlII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/61gAF7iIH20/s400/38_6qk03jzjxk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion that these artists have is just amazing, and something that some can show respect to.&lt;br /&gt;the time they have to paint these, the "idea" that is given to them, and simply their skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm still in a sense of nostalgia, my eyes are so weary from the exhaustion i had since tp rawks, i really need to sleep like a pig. Today was quite dry, back to idividual typing, individual research, individual reports. To add on, there's Typography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, After watching the ATL mtv unplugged live.&lt;br /&gt;it really plunged me into nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Remebering my past, and the really old days.&lt;br /&gt;it brought back soo much memories, of both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;right &amp;amp; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2Qd6ZLrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mjj37Wx78Jc/s1600/beckfords-tower-in-monochrome-alex-ramsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407334696635412146" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2Qd6ZLrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mjj37Wx78Jc/s400/beckfords-tower-in-monochrome-alex-ramsay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now this place seems familiar to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she pulled on my hands with a devilish grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she led me upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she led me upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;left me dying to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2QjHFtZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/42toJJOFIRU/s1600/38_9httfhoyum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407334698030839186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2QjHFtZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/42toJJOFIRU/s400/38_9httfhoyum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;solitude and silence, we've all build our defenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5529516397897808510?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5529516397897808510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5529516397897808510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5529516397897808510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5529516397897808510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-moved-away.html' title='She moved away.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Swq2PwnLlII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/61gAF7iIH20/s72-c/38_6qk03jzjxk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6052925286754288891</id><published>2009-11-21T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:28:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Butch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwbC6uD6lQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M-XEPmbZOWk/s1600/Singapore_mrt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406222716757513474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwbC6uD6lQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M-XEPmbZOWk/s400/Singapore_mrt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u can see, there's the black line&lt;br /&gt;and the blue line&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna love the black line&lt;br /&gt;ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the sensational smell of awseome mutton rending from the wedding at the 1st floor of my htb block.&lt;br /&gt;rocks&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;socks&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6052925286754288891?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6052925286754288891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6052925286754288891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6052925286754288891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6052925286754288891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-u-can-see-theres-black-line-and-blue.html' title='Love Me Butch'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwbC6uD6lQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M-XEPmbZOWk/s72-c/Singapore_mrt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2852811904170308696</id><published>2009-11-17T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:09:14.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Women Will All Become Monsters.</title><content type='html'>Indeed they all will.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, i'm retardedly exhausted, and tommorow will not be any better.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm in a happy mood! okay&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;Happiness shouldnt be used.&lt;br /&gt;that emotion is almost fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a realisation that this is my 1st week of another block, and i'm already tensed up with school work. It's so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take these misunderstandings, and send them back where they came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take these misunderstandings, it's hard enough to live &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwKOldgmRFI/AAAAAAAAAio/FmZa72Ktoek/s1600/_DSC0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405039277025674322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwKOldgmRFI/AAAAAAAAAio/FmZa72Ktoek/s320/_DSC0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photography by Alex, NikonD200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typogrpahy + marketing for designers isn't a good combination at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must do well for Typography&lt;br /&gt;Must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, it's time i stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;research ah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESEARCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; btw, i think coloured contacts just makes you look fake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2852811904170308696?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2852811904170308696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2852811904170308696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2852811904170308696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2852811904170308696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-women-will-all-become-monsters.html' title='One Day Women Will All Become Monsters.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SwKOldgmRFI/AAAAAAAAAio/FmZa72Ktoek/s72-c/_DSC0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5746814889745842621</id><published>2009-11-10T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:07:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Me or Face Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOcKMRNDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HV00GBiyIII/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505842430915634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOcKMRNDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HV00GBiyIII/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography has ended.&lt;br /&gt;a good 3 weeks of learning it was.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i thank God for pulling me through.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOdX5FLqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HFVVhNysnCw/s1600-h/_DSC0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505863288401570" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOdX5FLqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HFVVhNysnCw/s320/_DSC0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOcuCqYVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/sdQZtiKlFHc/s1600-h/_DSC0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505852054298962" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOcuCqYVI/AAAAAAAAAiI/sdQZtiKlFHc/s320/_DSC0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOdPPZ8YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jNoWgAZu4k4/s1600-h/_DSC0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402505860966117762" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOdPPZ8YI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/jNoWgAZu4k4/s320/_DSC0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i'm quite tired to do any serious blogging now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just feel that i should post up some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian test tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian listening tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian Quiz tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5746814889745842621?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5746814889745842621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5746814889745842621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5746814889745842621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5746814889745842621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-has-ended.html' title='Face Me or Face Off.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvmOcKMRNDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HV00GBiyIII/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7741316230108104307</id><published>2009-11-10T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:08:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Pace With Planes.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog for awhile, but just couldn't bring myself to sit and wait for the few pictures to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there was a shitload of pictures i wanted to upload, but i'll save that once i've settled down ( i highly doubt so )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final sumbission tmrw, and my photos are just average&lt;br /&gt;i must admit myself.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still thankfull to God for pulling me through, no doubt the weather wasn't really to my advantage with regards to the topic i was assigned, i still tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for a distiction or an A, but hopefully a flat B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKgddBJGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mQM2MTwwx8A/s1600-h/ecp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402149674553517154" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKgddBJGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mQM2MTwwx8A/s320/ecp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? well i forgot where i found this photo from, but it's not taken by me,&lt;br /&gt;Credits to whoever who took this shot.&lt;br /&gt;it's shot at East Coast Park during sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful composition,&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, they closed off that section of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;so i was unable to capture a similar moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKgCATjVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5qQZFT1CzUE/s1600-h/IMG_5753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402149667185331538" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKgCATjVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5qQZFT1CzUE/s320/IMG_5753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty tough, and i know you're enjoying every single bit that i'm an unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;So, Stop pretending will you?&lt;br /&gt;pleasethankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKfwkvBHI/AAAAAAAAAho/w9yvW8p0ibM/s1600-h/STU_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402149662506288242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKfwkvBHI/AAAAAAAAAho/w9yvW8p0ibM/s320/STU_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be a child once again, so careless and carefree&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; with all the attention that's always been given to you.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to tommy for this photo, i don't understand how mathias would not like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to pick up my lazy spine and write up the short speech&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7741316230108104307?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7741316230108104307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7741316230108104307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7741316230108104307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7741316230108104307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/keeping-pace-with-planes.html' title='Keeping Pace With Planes.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvhKgddBJGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mQM2MTwwx8A/s72-c/ecp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3029644355585803094</id><published>2009-11-05T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:20:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You held my hand, Saying how scared you were.</title><content type='html'>Walking pass the freshly turned off vehicles&lt;br /&gt;with the almost distracting heat that's emitting from these monsters&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by the cool of the weather&lt;br /&gt;which has proved to be quite a nuisance in my strive for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day has been quite a dissapointing one&lt;br /&gt;i'm utterly crushed that i do not even have 1 photo that's good&lt;br /&gt;and i have only 4 more days to shoot 6 frames in probably 6 different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, if you see this,&lt;br /&gt;help me,&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3029644355585803094?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3029644355585803094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3029644355585803094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3029644355585803094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3029644355585803094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-held-my-hand-saying-how-scared-you.html' title='You held my hand, Saying how scared you were.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4440839207107922998</id><published>2009-11-04T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:48:37.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The city takes five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvBeG_80GUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DXqhU3jaXoo/s1600-h/_DSC0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919427555957058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvBeG_80GUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DXqhU3jaXoo/s320/_DSC0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvBddibaNtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jTsP4ySaptw/s1600-h/_DSC0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918715256583890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvBddibaNtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jTsP4ySaptw/s320/_DSC0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i've forgotten to take out the double exposure photo i did on the city scape, it was quite a nice shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just so sleepy now, don't feel like doing anything, the time is ticking, but i'm really out of luck this time, i just hope God can pull me through this week, seriously need all the prayers that can be provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so shitty, there's camera shake even though i was using a tripod, and the camera takes forever to focus, it just cant find an exact focal point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll just hope that mathias would like at least 1 shot from tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Yu'en for accompanying, owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4440839207107922998?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4440839207107922998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4440839207107922998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4440839207107922998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4440839207107922998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/city-takes-five.html' title='The city takes five.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SvBeG_80GUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DXqhU3jaXoo/s72-c/_DSC0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6551746914143009465</id><published>2009-11-01T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:18:10.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress is so not my middle name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lh_CPX3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/LdKp6pSyqXI/s1600-h/beaches_landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153531562188658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lh_CPX3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/LdKp6pSyqXI/s320/beaches_landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Definitely not singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was quite a wierd day for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i slept at 3am, woke up at 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a sunday morning to wake up to, 10am is pretty dissapointing i would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would really have been great if i woke up at 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in any case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ubberly in panic mode as i have shit loads of places to travel within this week to go shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the utterly soft reminder that i still have italian classes in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be quite a clash with my shooting dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhl2PghI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kl6Uy5a_SUY/s1600-h/3533344734_4655565a98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153524800979474" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhl2PghI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Kl6Uy5a_SUY/s320/3533344734_4655565a98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;marina barrage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhmfFneI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Zhs7FfVl49g/s1600-h/3475214304_b638c785a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153524972297698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhmfFneI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Zhs7FfVl49g/s320/3475214304_b638c785a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhdZKqqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cjvisVGVRcM/s1600-h/3058856121_7836089837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399153522531543714" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lhdZKqqI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cjvisVGVRcM/s320/3058856121_7836089837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Labrador jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6551746914143009465?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6551746914143009465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6551746914143009465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6551746914143009465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6551746914143009465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress-is-so-not-my-middle-name.html' title='Stress is so not my middle name.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Su2lh_CPX3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/LdKp6pSyqXI/s72-c/beaches_landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6247989561076901114</id><published>2009-11-01T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:20:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is average</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sux90v7IgoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rdOHZdO_EzE/s1600-h/2120313514_863082e9db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398828398481539714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sux90v7IgoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rdOHZdO_EzE/s320/2120313514_863082e9db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so drained, and exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's been pretty much sucking every inch of life i have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time i have for myself seem to have shortened by pretty much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Daniel 21st birthday, pretty good one it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really catched up with quite alot of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like the youngest there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best wishes daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography final assignment has been established,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plans to go out and shoot is pretty stressfull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone interested to go out with me to be shot at/ shoot with me, tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can pull myself together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting to wear&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6247989561076901114?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6247989561076901114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6247989561076901114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6247989561076901114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6247989561076901114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-average.html' title='my life is average'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sux90v7IgoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rdOHZdO_EzE/s72-c/2120313514_863082e9db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1302946593868889783</id><published>2009-10-29T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:56:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin up</title><content type='html'>I will cut all the nonsensical stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just note 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;1. i've a total of 10 ulcers on my lips, it hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Copeland is no more.&lt;br /&gt;i feel really down.&lt;br /&gt;a really good band that have disband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1302946593868889783?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1302946593868889783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1302946593868889783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1302946593868889783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1302946593868889783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/chin-up.html' title='Chin up'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3774218339759262073</id><published>2009-10-26T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:34:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birds, More Luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGV3H1wkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6SkP4Ru8vXI/s1600-h/_DSC0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396867438605615682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGV3H1wkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6SkP4Ru8vXI/s320/_DSC0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photography by Alex, Nikkon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hot and sunny day, but without hesitation i'd have to make the effort to go out and take shots.&lt;br /&gt;shot only bout 60 frames or so. Didn't really get much, but oh well, getting 1 or 2 is better than getting Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;i have to get this off my chest, i am so fucking irritated on how Old people can behave like they own the world.&lt;br /&gt;yes blah blah blah they are wiser, blah blah blah old fragile.&lt;br /&gt;u know what&lt;br /&gt;fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand how they can get so worked up on getting off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;here we are standing packed like a sardine can in a bus, and u can freaking squeeze your fatty ass out of the chair and add more squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;No. seriously, you just had to spoil my day of having to almost fall thanks to the shaky bus and your fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGVazKw-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/FQn1_AJYyv4/s1600-h/_DSC0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396867431002719202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGVazKw-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/FQn1_AJYyv4/s320/_DSC0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photography by Alex,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nikkon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, sumbission tommorow, i hope it turns out to mathias liking, if i had any of his photos i would gladly post it up.&lt;br /&gt;it's just simply breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGUxGoG0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LeU-OX6_FOs/s1600-h/_DSC0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396867419810044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGUxGoG0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LeU-OX6_FOs/s320/_DSC0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photography by Alex, Nikkon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; shadow or light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3774218339759262073?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3774218339759262073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3774218339759262073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3774218339759262073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3774218339759262073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-birds-more-luck.html' title='More Birds, More Luck!'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuWGV3H1wkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6SkP4Ru8vXI/s72-c/_DSC0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7705425861295904223</id><published>2009-10-25T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:48:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it's too late</title><content type='html'>All these shots are taken by me, and there's no digital editing.&lt;br /&gt;copyright.&lt;br /&gt;Day1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526909891952402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuRQoezyPxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lNaQ2bFOOrc/s320/_DSC0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photography by me, nikkon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work. taking photos has just reached a whole new level for me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went down to blackhole to catch naz gig, pretty awseome band, go check them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thereposeband"&gt;www.myspace.com/thereposeband&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, alot of things happened that day, really retarded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here am i taking photos at bedok reservoir, the weather was a killer, but hey i still have to take photos. and i guess i got some pretty decent shots. I SAW A GIRL, I SMILE AT HER SHE SMILE AT ME&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes yes, flame me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526922382334594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuRQpNVuWoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/G1Xl-ZA_zGs/s320/_DSC0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photography by alex, nikkon D200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that this last shot is not bad, but it would be a perfect picture if it had a fisherman fishing on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuRQo_4MuXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ttAfj0HfuwA/s1600-h/_DSC0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396526918768834930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuRQo_4MuXI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ttAfj0HfuwA/s320/_DSC0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photography by Alex, nikkon D200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO ALL YOU SEXY PEOPLE TAKING &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; LEVELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7705425861295904223?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7705425861295904223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7705425861295904223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7705425861295904223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7705425861295904223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-too-late.html' title='&amp; it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuRQoezyPxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lNaQ2bFOOrc/s72-c/_DSC0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3786077702412312319</id><published>2009-10-23T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:05:44.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Chiamo Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuGpYSkQaBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/42Menwq6_hM/s1600-h/before+their+eyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395780063332427794" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuGpYSkQaBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/42Menwq6_hM/s320/before+their+eyes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Your words still echo in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars fall down lighting up the sky&lt;br /&gt;If I had one more chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have done it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky falls down at your command&lt;br /&gt;The city will roar with the sound of terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our world will crumble&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;So take my words, it's not my choice&lt;br /&gt;There's no looking back&lt;br /&gt;Live for right nowI'm so far away (so far away from you)&lt;br /&gt;With no difference between right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;We're so far away (so far away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky falls down&lt;br /&gt;With a single glance&lt;br /&gt;From your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;We walk as strangers in these times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of what we know is about to end&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on fighting, but we'll never win&lt;br /&gt;There's no looking back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3786077702412312319?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3786077702412312319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3786077702412312319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3786077702412312319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3786077702412312319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-6-is-afraid-of-7.html' title='Mi Chiamo Alex'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuGpYSkQaBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/42Menwq6_hM/s72-c/before+their+eyes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1167442958644312109</id><published>2009-10-23T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:35:24.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crouching tiger hidden OUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuCVNlCNUxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/I55iBLimwN8/s1600-h/_DSC0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395476414102065938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuCVNlCNUxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/I55iBLimwN8/s320/_DSC0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we did after cell. quite retard but yeah. i was desperate for shots.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;literally shit.&lt;br /&gt;drained lethargic and the so on and so fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. too tired to blog&lt;br /&gt;check out this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuCVNQCHvpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PRAoN9YN4_Q/s1600-h/_DSC0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395476408464555666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuCVNQCHvpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PRAoN9YN4_Q/s320/_DSC0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nikkon D200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to Deon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1167442958644312109?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1167442958644312109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1167442958644312109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1167442958644312109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1167442958644312109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/crouching-tiger-hidden-ouch.html' title='Crouching tiger hidden OUCH'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SuCVNlCNUxI/AAAAAAAAAfo/I55iBLimwN8/s72-c/_DSC0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1321865650949074251</id><published>2009-10-21T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:56:19.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is 6 afraid of 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We'll keep on fighting, but we'll never win."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm feeling abit sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite bad day to be down with flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a very fruitfull learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a good photograph isn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's important that it must have a good composition to have a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 very good way of doing that is by including people to create life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in addition it makes it challenging to take moving objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway took this just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8EneK00eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xjTMH-_N-lA/s1600-h/_DSC0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395035954773021154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8EneK00eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xjTMH-_N-lA/s320/_DSC0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8Enzs9R2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kftjUkKTchU/s1600-h/_DSC0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395035960553326434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8Enzs9R2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kftjUkKTchU/s320/_DSC0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8EobkVCJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/A8k4OFj5cmw/s1600-h/_DSC0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395035971254552722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8EobkVCJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/A8k4OFj5cmw/s320/_DSC0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1321865650949074251?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1321865650949074251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1321865650949074251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1321865650949074251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1321865650949074251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-is-6-afraid-of-7.html' title='why is 6 afraid of 7'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St8EneK00eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xjTMH-_N-lA/s72-c/_DSC0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2168355364036037773</id><published>2009-10-20T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:28:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Min-young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3Wy9K-BwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/emgxAmMNfhY/s1600-h/Park+Min-young+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704099562096386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3Wy9K-BwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/emgxAmMNfhY/s320/Park+Min-young+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3WyNrJTBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nfNynfQZt8c/s1600-h/Park+Min-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704086812150802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3WyNrJTBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nfNynfQZt8c/s320/Park+Min-young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3Wx1_5kkI/AAAAAAAAAew/zGa_IR-92bg/s1600-h/Park+Min-young.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704080456749634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3Wx1_5kkI/AAAAAAAAAew/zGa_IR-92bg/s320/Park+Min-young.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2168355364036037773?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2168355364036037773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2168355364036037773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2168355364036037773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2168355364036037773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/park-min-young.html' title='Park Min-young'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St3Wy9K-BwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/emgxAmMNfhY/s72-c/Park+Min-young+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6900024113199870403</id><published>2009-10-20T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:49:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis may fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1KmJ-xlWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vFUaPrC4vkI/s1600-h/20090623_924283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394549948034422114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1KmJ-xlWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vFUaPrC4vkI/s320/20090623_924283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the almost 2 weeks that i've dissappeared from the face of the vitual world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i am back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can i say? it has really been quite torturing having to go about the holidays without the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not being able to talk to people/check my email/listen to myspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my holiday has been pretty alright, slacked my ass off for the first 2 weeks, ton the night, and going out with my peeps, and then the 3rd week was a total bore. totally did NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well 4th week my modem broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1Km-yLXVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UJ_ofGX7L1I/s1600-h/3765693939_c325073fe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394549962208664914" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1Km-yLXVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UJ_ofGX7L1I/s320/3765693939_c325073fe9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear this would be a disgrace to my blog. worked my ass off for the last 3 days of my holidays as jetstar promoter, and during 2nd day of work, there was this whole huge group of girls, like about 120-150 girls. There was this flash mob who did some dance thing for this korean dance gay group. i mean like seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just look at their pussy plastic face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, gotta go already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta go for lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1KmXj4R4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XvYmC207blg/s1600-h/RedScale_0001_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394549951679711106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1KmXj4R4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XvYmC207blg/s320/RedScale_0001_0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6900024113199870403?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6900024113199870403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6900024113199870403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6900024113199870403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6900024113199870403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-almost-2-weeks-that-ive.html' title='Memphis may fire.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/St1KmJ-xlWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vFUaPrC4vkI/s72-c/20090623_924283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3183254090166577069</id><published>2009-10-08T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:41:27.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we need is a Reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SszEsHS7B4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_LecZkmO8Eg/s1600-h/juno+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389899116207343490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SszEsHS7B4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_LecZkmO8Eg/s320/juno+temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SszEa-G5h-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/HJ0Z2ce0768/s1600-h/juno+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3183254090166577069?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3183254090166577069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3183254090166577069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3183254090166577069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3183254090166577069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-we-need-is-reason.html' title='All we need is a Reason.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SszEsHS7B4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_LecZkmO8Eg/s72-c/juno+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5762293235830177894</id><published>2009-10-04T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:03:29.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SsjG_gsVBEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AShHq7DbIY8/s1600-h/tsc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388775748558718018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SsjG_gsVBEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AShHq7DbIY8/s320/tsc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need someone to talk to now.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say. Turning 17 just doesnt seem anything special.&lt;br /&gt;in fact. i just came back from a taxi ride, and had a good chance to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who had wished me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was thinking on what a waste my life is.&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted to open the taxi door in the express way and just roll out and hopefully hit something hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i'll probably spend the rest of eternity in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want change. &amp;amp; they say it's the only constant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why isn't it changing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5762293235830177894?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4448884695801174933?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4448884695801174933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4448884695801174933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4448884695801174933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4448884695801174933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-all-you-who-are-stressed.html' title='For all you who are stressed!'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4343289636455927085</id><published>2009-09-26T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:11:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheerstolove&amp;allthepainitrequires.</title><content type='html'>I am in a mode of rage.&lt;br /&gt;got home at 8am. slept without showering at around 9&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10, went back to sleep, and woke up at 11.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could fucking kill the asshole who ever invented taiwanese and korean drama&lt;br /&gt;i will fucking beat the shit out of you&lt;br /&gt;cos you have brainwashed everyone who watches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am&lt;br /&gt;trying to get some sleep cos it's gonna be a long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum&lt;br /&gt;wakes up&lt;br /&gt;turns on the dvd player&lt;br /&gt;and plays her fucking taiwanese drama.&lt;br /&gt;and, i got woken up by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the only place that i couldnt hear a single sound of the fucking chinese voice&lt;br /&gt;was the toilet, which i gladly took a shower cos i felt disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, here i am online, i can't sleep for nuts&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are red. and my mum doesnt care.&lt;br /&gt;my hatred for these dramas just increased 10folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sr2XNYvzTlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jXnHjlHHQzo/s1600-h/9127_137800057882_728072882_2678403_4975002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385626985642020434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sr2XNYvzTlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jXnHjlHHQzo/s320/9127_137800057882_728072882_2678403_4975002_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough for ranting with vulgaraties, i'll get to what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;went out yesterday to marina barrage&lt;br /&gt;fly a kite. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we weren't trained in flying a kite, and it's not easy, not one bit. I know i know you think it's simple, try flying a 2 string kite. let me know if you could do it without anyone teaching u how to use it properly.&lt;br /&gt;With much effort, we tried our very best to toss it in the air, it flew alright, but it didnt fly high.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i wouldn't call the day a failure, there's always the chatting and just getting to know each other more talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long day, we headed towards lao pa sha to eat. hahah&lt;br /&gt;that place brings back alot of memories from my childhood, but well, the place isn't as packed as before. food was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a last minute decision to ton over at airport,&lt;br /&gt;slacked like nobody business while the Jc kiddos were doing their work,&lt;br /&gt;Dominick Gloriously foot was injured.&lt;br /&gt;packed our stuff, headed to yakkun to eat toast.&lt;br /&gt;good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished using my film, cant wait to develop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were other things that happened to me during this week.&lt;br /&gt;WEBCAM WITH SHIMIZYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, glad that we could finally see each other, come back to singapore alright! bring your commitments to singapore, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course the collection of my school work, pretty satisfied with what i have done&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for really helping me in vpress,&lt;br /&gt;i was really shocked to see my results for that module.&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that i made alot of mistakes and was already thinking of failing it.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gotta go already, wish my luck that i can survive the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sr2XNwhEcaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-8jjRD-RQzM/s1600-h/9127_137799827882_728072882_2678377_3177553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385626992022679970" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sr2XNwhEcaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-8jjRD-RQzM/s320/9127_137799827882_728072882_2678377_3177553_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;so let's all try our best to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;but you know that we'll have to touch the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4343289636455927085?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4343289636455927085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4343289636455927085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4343289636455927085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4343289636455927085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheerstolove.html' title='cheerstolove&amp;allthepainitrequires.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sr2XNYvzTlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jXnHjlHHQzo/s72-c/9127_137800057882_728072882_2678403_4975002_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5094502207766458019</id><published>2009-09-25T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:11:14.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight or Flight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SruYpcvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UpsvMdaZUdU/s1600-h/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065617308032882" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SruYpcvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UpsvMdaZUdU/s320/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what's the point in all of this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did it all, all for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hoping you would see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i enjoyed my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny weather, cool breeze, cold waters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what could i possibly ask more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally got myself darker, of all the times being stucked at home or in school rushing assignments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the little time to do anything sporty under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i'm just hoping that there would be a temp job of sort during this holidays, i wana meet up with people and stuff, but that'll just mean i'll burn more of my money to the ever consuming, consumer market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope my days get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5094502207766458019?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5094502207766458019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5094502207766458019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5094502207766458019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5094502207766458019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-or-flight.html' title='Fight or Flight.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SruYpcvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UpsvMdaZUdU/s72-c/daytimes_descent_by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5728921175549293572</id><published>2009-09-18T14:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:16:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Alex Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMzNXeGVtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JdlOspFu5vQ/s1600-h/7725_151711212391_623047391_3487286_415625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382702284369450706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMzNXeGVtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JdlOspFu5vQ/s320/7725_151711212391_623047391_3487286_415625_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally blog.&lt;br /&gt;just wana spam photos&lt;br /&gt;shooooo if you're not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpKgTPS3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/c-z8aIWPJDw/s1600-h/front+back+cover+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691240083934066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpKgTPS3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/c-z8aIWPJDw/s320/front+back+cover+C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( this was the old front cover of the book, i dun have my current jpeg file of my cover. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp-f5oOjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JPBmv7oWvBA/s1600-h/bookpg8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382692133329713714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp-f5oOjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JPBmv7oWvBA/s320/bookpg8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp94GxPSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sR57Az_Nva0/s1600-h/bookpg9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382692122647412002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp94GxPSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sR57Az_Nva0/s320/bookpg9c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp9jFA_CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/F6bjdfDH-WI/s1600-h/bookpg1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382692117002910754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp9jFA_CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/F6bjdfDH-WI/s320/bookpg1c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp-7Lx2MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/yG-tQ0302ec/s1600-h/bookpg2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382692140653598914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp-7Lx2MI/AAAAAAAAAdI/yG-tQ0302ec/s320/bookpg2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp9NweF9I/AAAAAAAAAco/_CTAQUNqbQI/s1600-h/bookpg3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382692111279593426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMp9NweF9I/AAAAAAAAAco/_CTAQUNqbQI/s320/bookpg3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A glimpse of my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a book based on "You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, I'll be the wings that keeps your heart in the clouds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are more works, from the previous modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpKLYGV4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ObomjuxLqVk/s1600-h/CIMG1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691234467174274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpKLYGV4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ObomjuxLqVk/s320/CIMG1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpJXnjUlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/riOJDnX-7Wc/s1600-h/F1000009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691220573344338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpJXnjUlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/riOJDnX-7Wc/s320/F1000009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30 cm clay sculpture.(3d Art fun )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpJDTgQUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ULjs2qburfc/s1600-h/water+yellow+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691215120548162" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMpJDTgQUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ULjs2qburfc/s320/water+yellow+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid last minute poster for history of graphic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try my best to update this post when possible, if i manage to get all the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;there's still plenty of stuff. but i'm cleaning my house, so i shall try to blog as much as i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it has come to a closure of my very 1st semester in the poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this gruelling 5/6 months has really been a fresh experience. I've never worked my ass off in my entire life. With extreme expectations, and a limited time given to us, we somehow manage to squeeze every inch of our entire life force to come up with something, which eventualy get rejected or corrected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what can i say? i still remeber vividly the very 1st day of my lessons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes were exchanging different communications. Being quick to judge, and planning who to start a conversation with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all waiting for the lecturer to come, and hopefully break the awkwardness within our souls, and make us start introducing one another, and to a twisted irony, the lecturer canceled classes that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMygM0l49I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SO1JAehNCz0/s1600-h/10622_1156971937610_1627096245_397622_6333972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382701508416889810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMygM0l49I/AAAAAAAAAdY/SO1JAehNCz0/s320/10622_1156971937610_1627096245_397622_6333972_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much we have moved from day 1?&lt;br /&gt;i would say pretty much alot, Des school has been much of a family.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say less about the people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, who wouldnt love having to spout nonsense for 12-13 hours in school as we are doing our work?and no, not for 1 day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it usually occurs for a stretch of 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;And how could i possibly forget the lack of sleep that we all have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no JC students, we sleep less then you, Try a total of 5 hours of sleep in a stretch of 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. About sumbission yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything i wished that didnt go wrong, went wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was pretty bad, but i'm thankfull that i consulted my lecturer a little too much, that she could remeber how i did my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Pretty amazing how time flies, when you're not keeping track of time.I need to catch up with people now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's time to work/eat/sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone got job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMwwVbUnII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bWQ4N5nC2ho/s1600-h/3611602899_fe06d9b20c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382699586581470338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMwwVbUnII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bWQ4N5nC2ho/s320/3611602899_fe06d9b20c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying my best to get by everyday without thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5728921175549293572?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5728921175549293572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5728921175549293572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5728921175549293572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5728921175549293572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-alex-dance.html' title='Dance Alex Dance'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SrMzNXeGVtI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JdlOspFu5vQ/s72-c/7725_151711212391_623047391_3487286_415625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3009448496256868254</id><published>2009-09-12T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:32:28.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;1. Straw Hat Fedora&lt;br /&gt;2. A New Belt&lt;br /&gt;3. Forever The Sickest Kids shirt&lt;br /&gt;4. Attack Attack! shirt&lt;br /&gt;5. and some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to blog. so yeah! MY BIRTHDAY 4TH OCT OKAY! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3009448496256868254?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3009448496256868254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3009448496256868254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3009448496256868254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3009448496256868254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wishlist-1.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6862985829644755480</id><published>2009-08-28T18:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:07:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe3xrgtn0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/NKrIc1Cl4KE/s1600-h/Paul+Cezanne++pyramid+of+skulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374966744411381570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe3xrgtn0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/NKrIc1Cl4KE/s320/Paul+Cezanne++pyramid+of+skulls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRAH, finally! blogger can put pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what! i don't have the pictures i want to put up&lt;br /&gt;HOW GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, With the much neglect i've given to this blog, i've forced myself to sit here and typed.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the really old guys who are still in shss really brings a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing tai wei, kaiser walking to God knows where, and meeting Estee, Jack, Edward, Erwin, hmmm.. did i forget anyone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, haven't seeen them since what? start of the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i thank God that i was given the time to talk to timothy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really quite a blessing to see him, i was talking about memories yesterday with the cell, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentioned timothy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was a good thing that we manage to catch up abit, relive the old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i hope he comes back to the youth service regularly( although I ain't in the youth group&lt;br /&gt;it's good to know that you're well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay School was a bitch, Cutting mounting boards for the stupid frame is quite irritating. To get perfect 14 by 14 squares is ridiculously hard, somehow my measurements always comes out to a 0.1cm error, or a 0.03cm error&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh okay, i just thought of what i should blog, with the limited pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is what i did for my 3d art, it's like a 1.2m sculpture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe4lEpxwpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PS9rM3Mjj9g/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374967627333616274" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe4lEpxwpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PS9rM3Mjj9g/s320/IMG_4865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Change" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the only constant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND LOOK WHAT I'VE FOUND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HULK VERSION OF PIKACHU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW COOL IS THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe5cJ_fYcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Kyiolmvs-D8/s1600-h/l_539e9d43e1b64fc7876061408b32fc50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374968573659668930" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe5cJ_fYcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Kyiolmvs-D8/s320/l_539e9d43e1b64fc7876061408b32fc50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in any case, it's been quite busy, with all this shit that's going on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow i still have a sense of peace deep down, somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh i really miss my peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking foward to see all of ya'll on monday man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe5bqqfFDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yx2zGBrzpek/s1600-h/yuna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374968565250069554" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe5bqqfFDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yx2zGBrzpek/s320/yuna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6862985829644755480?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6862985829644755480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6862985829644755480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6862985829644755480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6862985829644755480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-for-nothing.html' title='Thank You for Nothing.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Spe3xrgtn0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/NKrIc1Cl4KE/s72-c/Paul+Cezanne++pyramid+of+skulls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4854877662633312015</id><published>2009-08-07T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:07:22.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare,Medium Rare, Well done.</title><content type='html'>Well, Brace yourself Readers for a deep post.( i doubt hardly anyone is reading this )&lt;br /&gt;i shall start off with the usual mundane stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the very first time eating Rare steak. My goodness, there was like blood over my spaghetti, how cool is that, &amp; before u get any visual ideas the blood on my spaghetti wasn't like splattered over, it was just streaks and lines of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the taste of rare beef, it actually tastes awseome at the start when it enters your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being beef, it is only normal to chew it long before swallowing it, and well, let's just put it this way, after chewing the beef for a certain while, the taste of the blood is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pass few days haven't really been the best few days, frankly speaking, it's actually quite hectic, having to sleep at 2, and wake up at 8, is really not fun. Speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;my week has really been fruitfull, writing songs, somewhat halfway there, it's sounding good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding the time to blog today is really fortunate, it's like the life of designers, we all look forward to the weekends, and i know i'll still be doing my relief paper sculpture over the weekend. Which reminds me&lt;br /&gt;monday's National Day, it wouldnt be very interesting, saw what they were gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess national day isn't always about the planes boats performances or the fireworks isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it's all about being proud of our country, which i fail to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure Failure Failure. So dissapointing life can be, it's quite sickening that the people u know don't even treat you like a human, they just think we have no emotions and just dump your whatever shit on us. Just so u know, i'm really struggling in my emotional side of wheter a onesided friendship like this can exist.But whatever, you wouldnt even care.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the sweetest thing is what we can never have. I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on, so God forgive me for my mistakes, i'm just so flawed that i can't forgive forever. God i pray that you'll judge me mercifully when i die. I'm sorry father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4854877662633312015?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4854877662633312015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4854877662633312015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4854877662633312015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4854877662633312015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/08/raremedium-rare-well-done.html' title='Rare,Medium Rare, Well done.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1733473939117191722</id><published>2009-07-28T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:23:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a waste i am.</title><content type='html'>Maybe we, Why don't we&lt;br /&gt;sit right here for half an hour&lt;br /&gt;speak about what a waste i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ml7O8Tfc_PA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1733473939117191722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-waste-i-am.html' title='What a waste i am.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2985631077908245969</id><published>2009-07-24T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:24:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's good to know you're enjoying yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2985631077908245969?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2985631077908245969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2985631077908245969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2985631077908245969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2985631077908245969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-good-to-know-youre-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-960750255223909682</id><published>2009-07-17T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:38:45.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightest</title><content type='html'>If you find yourself here on my side of town&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray that you'd come to my door&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't remember anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just know that she warms my heart&lt;br /&gt;And knows what all my imperfections are&lt;br /&gt;And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just know that she warms my heart&lt;br /&gt;And knows what all my imperfections are&lt;br /&gt;And she says that i am the brightest little firefly in her jar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-960750255223909682?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/960750255223909682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=960750255223909682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/960750255223909682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/960750255223909682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/brightest.html' title='Brightest'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-8050346177493944057</id><published>2009-07-15T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:11:13.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to say these things</title><content type='html'>My friends are right,&lt;br /&gt;there's really no point in going on.&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless to carry on when all i get are dissapointments.&lt;br /&gt;you know i hate to say this&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;it's time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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things'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2354020166392965158</id><published>2009-07-12T23:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:31:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to think that i really trust you</title><content type='html'>HEY ho peeps!&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm here to blog about sat, you better be thankfull i have something to blog,&lt;br /&gt;such a great timing , it's 12.18am monday, and i just found out that i have to sumbit something by 9am. I Am Doomed.&lt;br /&gt;in any case, brace yourself for an amount of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Forthiscycle Ep, headed to *scape lab with dom, deon, fiq, johan.&lt;br /&gt;basket, they all got their pre-sale tix, i had to get 1 at the door, well, 15 bucks was all worthed it.&lt;br /&gt;My night was Just Awseome, with the minor dissapoinment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Away Samson!&lt;br /&gt;this dude, is one of the actor from ubin boy/kidscentral. i seriously didn't think he could sing&lt;br /&gt;but i was just stunned, great vocals dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJap-ys5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/MqApqFogNqg/s1600-h/5740_103048757865_524182865_2030093_3633467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605060261098386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJap-ys5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/MqApqFogNqg/s320/5740_103048757865_524182865_2030093_3633467_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tacit Aria, yet another awseome band, their warm up songs were cool, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song which went blame it on the al al al al al al alchol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJKCINwQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GYzofxwZT6c/s1600-h/5740_103049332865_524182865_2030120_3742635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604774685294850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJKCINwQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GYzofxwZT6c/s320/5740_103049332865_524182865_2030120_3742635_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trella! dear friend Bong, hahaha there's no need to say much, one of the fav local bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIyTGUNFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vvmiwsTsQYM/s1600-h/5740_103047802865_524182865_2030049_7266174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604366923871314" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIyTGUNFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vvmiwsTsQYM/s320/5740_103047802865_524182865_2030049_7266174_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matthew smt smt and smt smt, forgot their names, not bad. catchy tunes. but it was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJWfuFPrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oNzcOp0ZkaQ/s1600-h/5740_103049077865_524182865_2030107_2183323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604988787179186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJWfuFPrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/oNzcOp0ZkaQ/s320/5740_103049077865_524182865_2030107_2183323_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; to the highlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For This Cycle, i won't talk much, great guy, good future ahead of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the songs you guys would already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the AWSEOME SONGS was the esplanade song, and Rave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those 2 songs were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIq-7bhvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rCzyhstwyWo/s1600-h/5740_103047717865_524182865_2030045_4001576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604241250420466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIq-7bhvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rCzyhstwyWo/s320/5740_103047717865_524182865_2030045_4001576_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJWBs3vgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/KhVg4bsWAJM/s1600-h/5740_103049312865_524182865_2030118_5459421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604980729036290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJWBs3vgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/KhVg4bsWAJM/s320/5740_103049312865_524182865_2030118_5459421_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIyjLe9vI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ut3DZOt4jCw/s1600-h/5740_103047952865_524182865_2030057_356580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357604371240515314" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloIyjLe9vI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ut3DZOt4jCw/s320/5740_103047952865_524182865_2030057_356580_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met alfi after the whole gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dom suggested we catch amateur takes control Near SMU at night fest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut the long story short, we didnt see them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some shit accident happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 actress fell of the stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a halt to the event. and eventually caught the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJo9xOtbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rfvFNMqUvTs/s1600-h/5740_103048572865_524182865_2030083_3041498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605306091091378" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJo9xOtbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rfvFNMqUvTs/s320/5740_103048572865_524182865_2030083_3041498_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJpWDocYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EXg-zJVLipE/s1600-h/5740_103048657865_524182865_2030087_24540_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605312610726274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJpWDocYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EXg-zJVLipE/s320/5740_103048657865_524182865_2030087_24540_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJpvcV3xI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XuAgSDGu2B4/s1600-h/5740_103048712865_524182865_2030090_2987982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605319425253138" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJpvcV3xI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XuAgSDGu2B4/s320/5740_103048712865_524182865_2030090_2987982_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst, on the way to night festival, we slacked at i forgot the name of the place, saw some mini performance, pretty cool, but got boring soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKEsacDII/AAAAAAAAAaY/xXwBggVGLic/s1600-h/5740_103048167865_524182865_2030065_5450465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605782468430978" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKEsacDII/AAAAAAAAAaY/xXwBggVGLic/s320/5740_103048167865_524182865_2030065_5450465_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKILK4eKI/AAAAAAAAAag/xBRaBs0tfH8/s1600-h/5740_103049257865_524182865_2030116_255421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605842264291490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKILK4eKI/AAAAAAAAAag/xBRaBs0tfH8/s320/5740_103049257865_524182865_2030116_255421_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJ8nTl1LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/noCktuh9784/s1600-h/5740_103048192865_524182865_2030066_3397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605643658581170" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJ8nTl1LI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/noCktuh9784/s320/5740_103048192865_524182865_2030066_3397_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 518 back, reached home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspired once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon enough, you'll hear from me in the local scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still in planning with dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes i am still damn bloody dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you really made my heart drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKfqBLEbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ziObXr-FS38/s1600-h/5740_103048492865_524182865_2030080_4316120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357606245682057650" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloKfqBLEbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ziObXr-FS38/s320/5740_103048492865_524182865_2030080_4316120_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2354020166392965158?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2354020166392965158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2354020166392965158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2354020166392965158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2354020166392965158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-ho-peeps-yes-im-here-to-blog-about.html' title='to think that i really trust you'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SloJap-ys5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/MqApqFogNqg/s72-c/5740_103048757865_524182865_2030093_3633467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6772790348285633400</id><published>2009-07-08T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:00:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Note to Self :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your Smile takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; leaves me with Nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;you aren't like any other girl&lt;br /&gt;that i've met in this whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6772790348285633400?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6772790348285633400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6772790348285633400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6772790348285633400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6772790348285633400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/note-to-self-your-smile-takes-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2414845510562750272</id><published>2009-07-06T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:58:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i Regret the day we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; help me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2414845510562750272?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2414845510562750272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2414845510562750272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2414845510562750272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2414845510562750272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-of.html' title='The Morning of'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2168691141832897748</id><published>2009-07-02T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:52:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;cause i am just too slow to say.."- Amber tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day of work, tired &amp;amp; weary.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting a headache, my head is feeling a slight spin from all the brain juiced being squeezed to the maximum from my head.&lt;br /&gt;Ideation+ history studies is killer, no i'm not really dying of stress.&lt;br /&gt;It's the lack of appeal of history studies which is making my everyday a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, i'm not gonna blog here about school.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's no fun always talking about where you are, what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;br /&gt;speaking from your feelings is more like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; i won't be blogging much, i need to hop back to doing work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2168691141832897748?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2168691141832897748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2168691141832897748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2168691141832897748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2168691141832897748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-there-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5998355168607275689</id><published>2009-07-01T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:35:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashboards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173512497266210" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8oFt_iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nL8tN5Xx0fo/s320/venice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, The weather Last night was just too much of a memory flashback for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was awake at 2am, was jolted with memories thanks to the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just something about that breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Reminds me so much of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gentle breeze just like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wind Against your hair, as you sat with me by the bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm into the interest of Gummy Bears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like if i own a camera, i'm gonna start taking shots of gummy bears doing interesting stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8LW0LVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WYeYOowtLpc/s1600-h/165025343_6e3523b77c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173504784346450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8LW0LVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/WYeYOowtLpc/s320/165025343_6e3523b77c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannibal massacre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8W4HljI/AAAAAAAAAWw/akxWtu4W3fA/s1600-h/2815219827_33a2cc9c05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173507876820530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8W4HljI/AAAAAAAAAWw/akxWtu4W3fA/s320/2815219827_33a2cc9c05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did not die in Vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8p6nXeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kFZ2DuTN4Fs/s1600-h/3202953706_f2013a2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173512987565538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8p6nXeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kFZ2DuTN4Fs/s320/3202953706_f2013a2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; 1 more thing, PLEASE you are making me sick,&lt;br /&gt;please stop trying to act like you are listening to Michael jackson stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can Bet that you've never listened or liked michael jackson like alot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure you've heard of the name before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure you've heard of smooth criminal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure you're doing your part to show symphaty for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Please stop putting up a facade would you? it's disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND 1 MORE THING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHHH DAMN JIA LAT, DAMN ALOT PEOPLE CUTTING BANGS NOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANA SAY, IT'S DAMN AWFULL, PLEASE DON'T CUT IT CAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bangs is like worse then h1n1 la! like some airborned virus shiz that like everyone suddenly cuts bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5998355168607275689?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5998355168607275689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5998355168607275689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5998355168607275689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5998355168607275689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/07/dashboards.html' title='Dashboards.'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkpK8oFt_iI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nL8tN5Xx0fo/s72-c/venice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1939747352705223106</id><published>2009-06-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:24:16.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hey darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you're good tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I want it but no I don't need it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me something sweet to get me by'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can't come back home till they're singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La, la la la la la la'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til everyone is singing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can wait till I get home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I swear to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we can make this last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(La la la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can wait till I get home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will all be in our past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it might be for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hey sweetie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I need you here tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know that you don't want to be leaving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you want it but I can't help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel complete when you're by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La, la la la la la la'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til everyone is singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La, la la la la la la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can wait till I get home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I swear to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That we can make this last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(La la la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can wait till I get home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I swear come tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will all be in our past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it might be for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you can't give me what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though you mean so much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait through everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this really happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I'll never be happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't you dare say we can just be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not some boy that you can sway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knew it'd happen eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La, la la la la la la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Everybody's singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La, la la la la la la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1939747352705223106?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1939747352705223106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1939747352705223106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1939747352705223106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1939747352705223106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-hey-darling-i-hope-youre-good.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6435982403046842048</id><published>2009-06-27T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:35:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkY79d24q4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mtGPuz1auSA/s1600-h/venice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352031134349306754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkY79d24q4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mtGPuz1auSA/s320/venice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkY7vQE0jSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/5Pf44WHu8wA/s1600-h/venice.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A straight Pathway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no where to turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no where to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inertia, a dangerous force that should not be messed with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home,&lt;br /&gt;was out headed to cathay, to watch kxy perform at ben &amp;amp; jerry,&lt;br /&gt;but with much failure, i went to the wrong cathay.&lt;br /&gt;Uber dissapointment,&lt;br /&gt;so i basically woke myself up from home,&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to cathay, and only to find myself stepping there less than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i found on my way to cathay,&lt;br /&gt;1. It's so sad, teens do not appreciate michael jackson.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting on the bus, looking at what this girl was reading, it was a TEEN magazine, &amp;amp; to my horror, she totally skipped like 3 pages worth of michael jackson story, and guess what she flipped the pages too&lt;br /&gt;jolyn tsai&lt;br /&gt;sia&lt;br /&gt;tsia&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even Married man rolls their eyes and look at other women when their wife is next to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was on my way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Retarded people have no manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Retarded people where their spectacles like how people wear shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fluent Chinese is essential to ordering good local food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a moment of Silence for Michael jackson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the issue on inertia, i experienced first hand what inertia felt,&lt;br /&gt;No... i did not get hit by a car, or was in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;I was simply on an excelator headed up, and BAM, it just stop in it's tracks,&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like flying forward/upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my suprise at such a slow speed, the effects of inertia can be felt tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've given some thought about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6435982403046842048?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/6435982403046842048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=6435982403046842048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6435982403046842048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/6435982403046842048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/06/inertia-dangerous-force-that-should-not.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SkY79d24q4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/mtGPuz1auSA/s72-c/venice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-6016119413498711445</id><published>2009-06-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:57:36.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DAPHNE LOVES DERBY ALBUM IS HEREEEEE&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;short post here, in case u kiddos didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair,&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;it's short now&lt;br /&gt;boohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs5HQqElIx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zs5HQqElIx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zs5HQqElIx4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-6016119413498711445?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5105563551815773708</id><published>2009-06-07T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:19:45.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MEET MY BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SivIn6GMVnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BmidX3-VSWk/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344585970740909682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SivIn6GMVnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BmidX3-VSWk/s320/DSC02672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SivInngUT6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/oGAGTQ5v4BI/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344585965750210466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SivInngUT6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/oGAGTQ5v4BI/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet my best friend, she's really friendly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhat attractive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhat "fun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhat, oh did i mention attractive? i did didn't i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhat, cheery?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in any case, as u all know, this girl is pluto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is a really really interesting girl, i'm not being sacarstic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she really is somewhat interesting, in her own special way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much effort of daily conversations, i've grown so much closer to her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as days, weeks, and months fly by, i began to feel attatched to her somewhat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with much misleading to her strange ways, i began to think somewhat that she has some feelings for me too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biggest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assumption...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since then, i've changed so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's so much thing to talk with her about, and always coming back to the topic of our younger days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in any case,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love for someone is the road to anyone's downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SivIn6GMVnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BmidX3-VSWk/s72-c/DSC02672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7364193044858720617</id><published>2009-05-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:46:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M SCARED TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes life is a bitch when it really wants to.&lt;br /&gt;life is a dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently as i was walking home alone,&lt;br /&gt;i had a breather, ample time to think and flash on my memories.&lt;br /&gt;funny isn't it how we all want to be something, but you just can't?&lt;br /&gt;funny isn't it that you've always had a perfect little dream of having the girl of your dreams right there beside you, but all fails?&lt;br /&gt;funny isn't it how you really feel so chained to the world, that you are unable to do shit?&lt;br /&gt;funny isn't it how life is a drag and that your evil self wants to take over so that you can live it short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to battle the evil me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sh1QVTYNPMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mTcJW_kihYk/s1600-h/CIMG1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513060040555714" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Sh1QVTYNPMI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mTcJW_kihYk/s320/CIMG1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world domination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; one fan at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7364193044858720617?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7364193044858720617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7364193044858720617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7364193044858720617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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start things off, i had awkwardly late dinner&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the time you're probably sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it has been a dissapointing week, my imba streak has gone down the drain&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dear david, your proportions ARE SO BLOODY HARD TO CAPTURE&lt;br /&gt;and david david david&lt;br /&gt;why did u ever had curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;it was so hard to capture&lt;br /&gt;( in case you all dont know, it's a statue of david, u know? the david and goliath david? )&lt;br /&gt;yes, freeaking imba people in my class, ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further a do,&lt;br /&gt;what u all wanted me to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;TODAY I SHALL TALK ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hell no, why the hell would i want to talk about nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is a killer&lt;br /&gt;Anwyays, i shall dedicate this short part of my blog to Abrie&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP KAYSZSZSZ!!! DUN STRESSS WORHZXXZXZX!!&lt;br /&gt;MUZZ LIGHTENZ UPZ WORHZXZXXZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;SMILEZEZXXXZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this cheers u up abit.&lt;br /&gt;but really, do lighten up kay? i'm always here to listen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm never doing twit ever again.&lt;br /&gt;"this i swear, bravery and strength goes with her name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Shbu1HbSJmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xWnIbm9WzSI/s1600-h/CIMG1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338717004588263010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Shbu1HbSJmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xWnIbm9WzSI/s320/CIMG1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if i find my way&lt;br /&gt;through the darkest of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-8101332806199066676?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/8101332806199066676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=8101332806199066676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8101332806199066676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/8101332806199066676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-start-things-off-i-had-awkwardly.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/Shbu1HbSJmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xWnIbm9WzSI/s72-c/CIMG1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-5429952568647022336</id><published>2009-05-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:57:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; SCRew Livejournal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't they be as userfriendly as blogger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really i don;t mind using livejournal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's just taht stupid uploading pictures causes a pain in the ars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVQhX87JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N6F9YqtPOIg/s1600-h/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337562988200914066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVQhX87JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N6F9YqtPOIg/s320/Image181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRlGlTfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SOBU9h7ADWw/s1600-h/Image203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563006381673970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRlGlTfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/SOBU9h7ADWw/s320/Image203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRAYJc4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/kbKMY6RP2PQ/s1600-h/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337562996523234178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRAYJc4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/kbKMY6RP2PQ/s320/Image201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRW4GW2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/c8PPPtQN5Ys/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563002562829154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVRW4GW2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/c8PPPtQN5Ys/s320/Image202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVR7TRb8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NwJmdHyj9gA/s1600-h/Image204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563012340477890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVR7TRb8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/NwJmdHyj9gA/s320/Image204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLWJH6VX9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LzBHWoJuctQ/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563960618344402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLWJH6VX9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/LzBHWoJuctQ/s320/Image205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &amp;amp; yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLWJZwRVhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yGxvTRgty_g/s1600-h/rodney+is+gay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563965407974930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLWJZwRVhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yGxvTRgty_g/s320/rodney+is+gay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-5429952568647022336?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/5429952568647022336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=5429952568647022336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5429952568647022336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/5429952568647022336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/05/screw-livejournal-why-cant-they-be-as.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/ShLVQhX87JI/AAAAAAAAAUw/N6F9YqtPOIg/s72-c/Image181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1524592792883776808</id><published>2009-05-08T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:53:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSSS I KNOWWWW I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING THIS BLOG LIKE HOW I NEGLECTED SUNRISES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhh&lt;br /&gt;screw it, i still love sunsets, they're the best.&lt;br /&gt;okay i know that the last time i posted was really ages ago,&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt have the mood to blog, with the addition that i had no time!!&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;OH in case you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'VE BECOME FAMOUS!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah right! ( Alex stop deceiving yourself, like seriously )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, it's not that i became famous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've created a facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;strictly to grab photos and maybe talk here and there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;screw it dont you there poke my facebook account, i will slap you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, from the time i didnt blog to now, it's a big change for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;really had to adjust myself to sleeping awfully late doing work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and yes, i'm still nincompoopishly busy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've been hearing complaints of JC kiddos saying they're busy and blah blah blah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, i won't be a critic, everyone has their fair share and strength to take a certain amount of stress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've still been trying to write my other song, but it's really not helping much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can't even finish my assignments, i still feel so weary now blogging, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; only reasy i am blogging now, is that my 1st tutorial for today is cancelled, longer sleep FTW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seriously awseome stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, school has been really a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nononon.. the school isn't a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the weather is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the school is pretty alright,i've not really gotten used to the lifestyle yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and by bitch i mean that why did they seperate me from the shss people who are studying in vsc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but anyways, they put my socialbility to the test, and i've already made friends with my entire class of 26 people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yes, i've pass the test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll take this really precious time to make a really lonnnnggg blooogggggg postttt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha! a few things i wana highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOANNA CHUAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I WILL SMACK YOU!! WHY DID YOU CALL ME A MANWHORE!! RAWR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was really a refreshing thing meeting her in school that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it really has been like what? 3-4 years since we've seen each other face to face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and hahahaha!! she become a u n t i e  le, haha! so many people call her old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL!! STILL GOT KIDS SOMMMORE!! and noooooo you're cold jokes dun pune my jokes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and yesss.. i really do miss the times we jammed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; having to manage 7 subjects of mugging and practicing for chapel really wasn't easy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;actually, i don't really feel like highlighting other stuff, i'm actually gonna run for time already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got tutorials yo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and support me yo!! go listen to my myspace!! : )))) www.myspace.com/deargreyskies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAS CHASING COMETS WITH A BUTTERFLY NET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really.. it's such a painful distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;not seeing you, your unique laugter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and with the sight that you're having so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1524592792883776808?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1524592792883776808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1524592792883776808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1524592792883776808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1524592792883776808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/05/yessssssssss-i-knowwww-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4455890949575159503</id><published>2009-04-19T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:25:37.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KNVMy9PJjN/aus=" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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Scott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4455890949575159503?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4455890949575159503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4455890949575159503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4455890949575159503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4455890949575159503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-on-airplane-acoustic-daphne-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4805572689531721439</id><published>2009-03-13T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:01:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is certainly true that many people makes my mind tickle.&lt;br /&gt;funny how we say things to criticize or comfort one another&lt;br /&gt;but we're all the same when we don't see each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever wondered how much damage u do to peoples lives?&lt;br /&gt;the insults u build in us to make statements that we ourselves carry out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing about you that it is so definitive in people i know,whom i care,and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;whom i trust.&lt;br /&gt;however. you seem to grow stronger as time flies by,&lt;br /&gt;with bigger heartaches pumping through my chest&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me mood-less, and wanting to give up on every other thing in life&lt;br /&gt;hypocrisy, you seem to be crawling in everyone's perfect little life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this comes to show that finally.&lt;br /&gt;i see who are the true people.&lt;br /&gt;not those who let friendships slip by our hands due to the washing away of time.&lt;br /&gt;scrubbing and eroding our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    With Regrets,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                              Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4805572689531721439?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4805572689531721439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4805572689531721439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4805572689531721439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4805572689531721439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-certainly-true-that-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-7323302990220791477</id><published>2009-03-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:31:43.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; okay this will be a boring blog post. so just see the screenshots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes it's another in game post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My favourite screenshot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody nice right the view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNt4kgKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M85H632dZoc/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver44-090217-1830-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307157929328802" style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNt4kgKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M85H632dZoc/s320/Cabal(Ver44-090217-1830-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbN1n6P1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/XBDBpsKifGA/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1206-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307160006934354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbN1n6P1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/XBDBpsKifGA/s320/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1206-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNxQsMcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wQkoMaWZ-Ag/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1205-0001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307158835802562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNxQsMcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wQkoMaWZ-Ag/s320/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1205-0001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNwbHgGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6U4ikuIMOvE/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1205-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307158611099746" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNwbHgGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6U4ikuIMOvE/s320/Cabal(Ver44-090301-1205-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbOJVQ8AI/AAAAAAAAAUo/kTUHMSr2MVU/s1600-h/untitled10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312307165297438722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbOJVQ8AI/AAAAAAAAAUo/kTUHMSr2MVU/s320/untitled10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iarrowrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-7323302990220791477?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/7323302990220791477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=7323302990220791477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7323302990220791477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/7323302990220791477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-all-okay-this-will-be-boring-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SbkbNt4kgKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M85H632dZoc/s72-c/Cabal(Ver44-090217-1830-0000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-3527208554714838270</id><published>2009-03-09T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:53:02.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;The greed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is tempting yet you risk it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuses drip of the tip of your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tongue&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm backk!!yes, i've been working, and my fingers are badly damaged with all the peeled skin dry skin,cuts, blood,etc..&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm slightly richer now,but i'll still hvae to earn more&lt;br /&gt;so much things to buy so little cash,&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;i've so much on my heart recently,&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much want to meet up with so many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mindy,&lt;/span&gt; yes you!since you're in JC, we haven't been chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;, although i met u to pass you my SS txt book, we still must hang out k!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.the dudes,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;smelly&lt;/span&gt;, we still haven't makan dinner leh, it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Serene lim&lt;/span&gt;, and nahh, she probably won't have the time to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abrie&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha u seem to be strugling in school!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;, we need to jam soon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, that's not much&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry, i shall go eat now, have fun reading my boring blog,&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-3527208554714838270?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/3527208554714838270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=3527208554714838270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3527208554714838270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/3527208554714838270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/03/greed-is-tempting-yet-you-risk-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-4933097764846666737</id><published>2009-03-03T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:19:57.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; only i could find a thirty minutes somewhere to just stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thirty minutes more to sunset&lt;br /&gt;just to spent that moment i had with you.&lt;br /&gt;just to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;just to see you laugh&lt;br /&gt;just to see you drag and shuffle your feet on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;just to see you twirl and spin with no care of the world&lt;br /&gt;just to see you once again makes me feel brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-4933097764846666737?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/4933097764846666737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=4933097764846666737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4933097764846666737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/4933097764846666737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/03/sketches-of-love.html' title='Sketches of Love'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-150149292122367707</id><published>2009-03-01T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:40:59.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches of Love</title><content type='html'>I don't know what i should feel.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i'm online i'm just waiting for you to start a conversation with me&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is that neither of us does.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what you're doing with your life now&lt;br /&gt;be it studying in jc or poly.&lt;br /&gt;i really wana know so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't wana talk&lt;br /&gt;u always seem to take me for granted, yes, i know of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;no wait&lt;br /&gt;knowing is not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-150149292122367707?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/150149292122367707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=150149292122367707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/150149292122367707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/150149292122367707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-i-should-feel.html' title='Sketches of Love'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2597307023655974275</id><published>2009-02-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:18:44.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;this post was meant for saturday.&lt;br /&gt;yes,basically i headed to church for abit of service&lt;br /&gt;and haha to my suprise i saw kimberly, not you kimberly&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and yes. i was already walking out of church and she asked me to walk her to church,&lt;br /&gt;and asked me to be a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;so what to do?&lt;br /&gt;walked her in whilst carrying the balloon for her&lt;br /&gt;chat abit haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;postbox ep launch.&lt;br /&gt;A W S E O M E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;the host was DAMN HOT.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know it's not like me to say this. but ask Dom. he will tell u the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;( Dom your astronija disc. you lucky fella. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense. but lazy susan was average only. it was too loudish and i couldn't make out what the singer was singing.&lt;br /&gt;it was all "Bang Bang Bang "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to lunar node.&lt;br /&gt;they're damn good.&lt;br /&gt;not what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;a band which doesn't do vocals.&lt;br /&gt;but guitar mini solos'&lt;br /&gt;pretty power.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcFyqx7wI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BnkYMZ7KlWs/s1600-h/3298195320_87cfc364c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974934310350594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcFyqx7wI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BnkYMZ7KlWs/s320/3298195320_87cfc364c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;pedal boards after pedal boards after pedal boards after pedal boards after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGOEwUII/AAAAAAAAATg/Uh97HkIYOG8/s1600-h/3297379111_ac80e28798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974941667053698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGOEwUII/AAAAAAAAATg/Uh97HkIYOG8/s320/3297379111_ac80e28798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ariffffffff,the lead gutarist of postbox.&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff man!&lt;br /&gt;ncie melodies he could make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZU1gCOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8rktXXK9oew/s1600-h/3298201750_2dc85d9a1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305975269899634914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZU1gCOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8rktXXK9oew/s320/3298201750_2dc85d9a1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZe_s5DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GdtZyD4h9YE/s1600-h/3298198130_9dfe3aab85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305975272626775090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZe_s5DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GdtZyD4h9YE/s320/3298198130_9dfe3aab85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcFxcLkRI/AAAAAAAAATI/8pvkfOmNgKk/s1600-h/3298199382_9104e7abf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974933980680466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcFxcLkRI/AAAAAAAAATI/8pvkfOmNgKk/s320/3298199382_9104e7abf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she's damn pretty i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lead singer of postbox, Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOR THIS CYCLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZDe4OrI/AAAAAAAAATw/_svqBF_nFAY/s1600-h/3298197026_df507c71f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305975265241348786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcZDe4OrI/AAAAAAAAATw/_svqBF_nFAY/s320/3298197026_df507c71f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGRNoNTI/AAAAAAAAATo/2orewwnDPuw/s1600-h/3298196172_3c470d2dfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974942509577522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGRNoNTI/AAAAAAAAATo/2orewwnDPuw/s320/3298196172_3c470d2dfb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i swear he's damn good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wei wen has awseome vocals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rock on with acoustic man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGOXyXNI/AAAAAAAAATY/mxEPO3Wpo-w/s1600-h/3297375371_5c6bd48899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974941746879698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcGOXyXNI/AAAAAAAAATY/mxEPO3Wpo-w/s320/3297375371_5c6bd48899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, Isa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's really a funny dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know the thing they do for weddings? like they throw flower?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he threwed his tissue paper with his mucus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH and this joke he made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the people were asking Isa to tell us a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so he was like saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" i don't have alot of jokes leh "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh okay okay "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" you want a joke? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"look to my left "  ( the dude behind isa in the photograph. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evil but nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole performance was just fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it sparked off the urge to start a local band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i prefer solo acoustic too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, deon and dominick got sparked of too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the next rock off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2597307023655974275?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2597307023655974275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2597307023655974275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2597307023655974275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2597307023655974275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/SaKcFyqx7wI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BnkYMZ7KlWs/s72-c/3298195320_87cfc364c9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-2572928396572174139</id><published>2009-02-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:55:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ho, yes i've been neglecting this blog for some time.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's the lyrics of a song i wrote, pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;let me know if u wana hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beauty in The Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean breeze&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wana cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time&lt;br /&gt;You caught me by suprise&lt;br /&gt;Oh God open her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;I am just to weak&lt;br /&gt;to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I saw you that day&lt;br /&gt;You were dancing your heart out to me&lt;br /&gt;Girl i want you please&lt;br /&gt;The sun has sunk below&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by the ocean whole&lt;br /&gt;Finally the moonlight starts to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So please don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Cause i am just to weak&lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;By my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-2572928396572174139?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/2572928396572174139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=2572928396572174139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2572928396572174139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/2572928396572174139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-ho-yes-ive-been-neglecting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878650502377684071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__F8JtcRIx7Q/S0N3Z96GPcI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ObCl0eF12Qo/S220/CIMG2606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2099367054931797644.post-1472361267215680412</id><published>2009-02-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:22:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I have been begging for answers&lt;br /&gt;That you and only you can give to me&lt;br /&gt;A voice crying loud I've been crying for days now&lt;br /&gt;And as I start to run, I stop to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I was nearly scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Why you left in paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;The words were nearly over us&lt;br /&gt;You stop and turn and grab your bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt; Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall &lt;br /&gt;like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence&lt;br /&gt;mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hours move to minutes&lt;br /&gt;And minutes take longer to break&lt;br /&gt;I will be desperately awaiting&lt;br /&gt;But my tongue won't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And we've been sitting here for hours&lt;br /&gt;All alone and in the dark&lt;br /&gt;So let me think of to word it&lt;br /&gt;Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?&lt;br /&gt;If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything would find me&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is just to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt; Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall &lt;br /&gt;like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence&lt;br /&gt;mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll sing to me sweet until then&lt;br /&gt;I may never sail Virginia again&lt;br /&gt;Alas this current moves slow for me&lt;br /&gt;this much you must know...&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll, I'll have you know I'm scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Tell me once again that you will love me till the death&lt;br /&gt;And should I die, you swear that you will come for me       &lt;br /&gt;As I fade away, you reach out your arms  &lt;br /&gt;And please don't let me go     &lt;br /&gt;And please don't let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2099367054931797644-1472361267215680412?l=thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoseyearsgoneby.blogspot.com/feeds/1472361267215680412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2099367054931797644&amp;postID=1472361267215680412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2099367054931797644/posts/default/1472361267215680412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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