<?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-25353352</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:37:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitome of Perfidy and Deception</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-5292521202186999581</id><published>2009-02-23T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:47:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>This is to you and you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too quick to judge, for i see traces of her in you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, u didn't have to TRY HARD to be there if u didn't want to in the first place, cos really, there wasn't much of a difference, Really. Why put yourself through the trouble, or in this instance, torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee I wonder what you ppl learn in churches today or whatever groups you hang out in. Perhaps the words "forgive" and "give ppl a chance" just flew out of the window over time.&lt;br /&gt;Well don't worry, give us some time, and we'd be out of this place and perhaps out of your life as you hoped / wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I give up. Why should I encourage an outsider to try so hard to please / appeal to someone who won't even give her a chance to? Face it, you totally shut her out of the door from day one. And no, I don't need your approval on who I date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do think that the world revolves around you, maybe you think you've done / achieved so much more. Good for you. Congratulations! Hopefully you know how to stand up once you fall. Please stop thinking you're all so perfect, cos you're far from in. At least I know, if I fall, I can stand up again. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True some decisions may have caused some disappointment to whoever. But who's to judge? I didn't put those expectations up. You / they did. I don't have to live my life pleasing you / living up to whosever expectations now do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all who were to some extent, let down for whatever expectations u set for me, I'm sorry. Truthfully I am. And I also don't give a hoot about it. Cos I don't see why I have to live up to any of your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, not that I don't want to, but I've given up. Really, I have. And yes I may have lost whatever high place that you put me in. It's ok... cos i know, that im facing my mistakes and not running away from it. If that is the wrong thing to do, you should have a change in religion and career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-5292521202186999581?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/5292521202186999581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=5292521202186999581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/5292521202186999581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/5292521202186999581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-1758886376534308537</id><published>2008-09-07T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:23:29.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destroyed..</title><content type='html'>destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt, how does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;it's like shouting without words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart tore into pieces by you..&lt;br /&gt;but still it wouldn't rupture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one who made you change?&lt;br /&gt;you don't recall my careness anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have forsaken, leaving the past..&lt;br /&gt;I only thought it's better not to blame you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love is the pity of suffering..&lt;br /&gt;enduring the tiredness of generiosity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness can give me comfort&lt;br /&gt;the tears of your heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving yours is not right either&lt;br /&gt;i only hope to open you heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not overdemanding a perfect one&lt;br /&gt;I thought love is a pity of suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make me not regret&lt;br /&gt;treating you like this as my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you have taught me how to love you..&lt;br /&gt;too bad.. love is not there anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do..&lt;br /&gt;will be a waste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-1758886376534308537?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/1758886376534308537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=1758886376534308537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/1758886376534308537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/1758886376534308537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2008/09/destroyed.html' title='destroyed..'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-4393732018187127383</id><published>2008-03-03T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:24:26.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look me in the eyes</title><content type='html'>I never should of waited so long to say&lt;br /&gt;What I've always known since the very first day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can't take the place of loving you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;To be with you again?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;In the best way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a day without you here,&lt;br /&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已經遠遠離開&lt;br /&gt;我會學著放棄你&lt;br /&gt;是因為我太愛你....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk away...&lt;div 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eyes'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-5076510671885198997</id><published>2008-02-06T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:56:15.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend My Life with You</title><content type='html'>I never knew such a day could come&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew such a love&lt;br /&gt;Could be inside of one&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew what my life was for&lt;br /&gt;But now that you're here I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;I never knew till I looked in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was incomplete till the day you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew that my heart could feel&lt;br /&gt;So precious and pure&lt;br /&gt;One love so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just see you every morning when&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can I just feel your heart beating beside me&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Can we just feel this way together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby the days and the weeks&lt;br /&gt;And the years will roll by&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will change the love inside&lt;br /&gt;Of you and I&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'll never find any words&lt;br /&gt;That could explain&lt;br /&gt;Just how much my heart my life&lt;br /&gt;My soul you've changed&lt;br /&gt;Can you run to these open arms&lt;br /&gt;When no one else understands&lt;br /&gt;Can we tell God and the whole world&lt;br /&gt;I'm your woman, and you're my man&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;With one touch of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;No touch has ever felt so wonderful(You are incredible)&lt;br /&gt;And a deeper love I've never known(I'll never let you go)&lt;br /&gt;I swear this love is true(Now and forever to you)(only for you)&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just see you every morning when&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Can I just feel your heart beating beside me&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Can we just feel this way together&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of all time&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Can you run to these open arms&lt;br /&gt;When no one else understands&lt;br /&gt;Can we tell God and the whole world&lt;br /&gt;You're my woman, and you're my man&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;With one touch of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you(Forever here with you)&lt;br /&gt;Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I just see you every morning when I&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-8317089349418950249</id><published>2007-10-30T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:34:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Easy Way To Break Somebody's Heart</title><content type='html'>I held her close to me&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know she breaks so easily&lt;br /&gt;And then I told her&lt;br /&gt;Though I knew no matter how I tried to console her&lt;br /&gt;Then she'd do the best she could&lt;br /&gt;But there are times the best is no damn good&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how you try to be kind&lt;br /&gt;There's always still a part of you you'll leave behind&lt;br /&gt;When they fall apart&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to break somebody's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied and told her she'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Though we both knew it was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;I had to do it Coz I had said anything to help me get through it.&lt;br /&gt;And she reached out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And her simple touch was more than I could stand&lt;br /&gt;And I had to turn away coz I knew&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt that she was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling too&lt;br /&gt;When they fall apart&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to break somebody's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could've gotten angry&lt;br /&gt;And made me feel like a guilty child&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that never was her style&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And not treat me like a friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to say "there'd be someday I'd come crawling on my knees to ask her back again"&lt;br /&gt;But she acted like a lady till the end&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a lady!&lt;br /&gt;I thought that she'd bring down&lt;br /&gt;But she smiled at me and never made a sound&lt;br /&gt;And I guess she understood in her way&lt;br /&gt;Coz her silence told me everything she could not say&lt;br /&gt;When they fall apart&lt;br /&gt;There's easy way to break&lt;br /&gt;There's just no easy way&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to break somebody's heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-8317089349418950249?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/8317089349418950249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=8317089349418950249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/8317089349418950249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/8317089349418950249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-no-easy-way-to-break-somebodys.html' title='There&apos;s No Easy Way To Break Somebody&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-3525743656990945800</id><published>2007-10-30T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:31:55.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have The Heart</title><content type='html'>Your face is beaming&lt;br /&gt;You say is ‘cause you’re dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Of how good it’s going to be&lt;br /&gt;You say you’ve been around&lt;br /&gt;And now you’ve finally found&lt;br /&gt;Everything you wanted and need in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last I want to do&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the heart to love you&lt;br /&gt;Not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;To see you crying&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you understand&lt;br /&gt;I care about you&lt;br /&gt;So much about you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to say this as gently as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t have the heart to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last I want to do&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the heart to love you&lt;br /&gt;Not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re so trusting and open&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that love will start&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the heart, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last I want to do&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the heart to love you&lt;br /&gt;Not the way you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;(Baby, I don’t have the heart, I don’t have the heart)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart (Ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;(Baby, I don’t have)I don’t have the heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-3525743656990945800?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/3525743656990945800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=3525743656990945800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/3525743656990945800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/3525743656990945800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-have-heart.html' title='I Don&apos;t Have The Heart'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-652916507291490109</id><published>2007-10-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:29:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Back when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My grandma would lift me high&lt;br /&gt;And walked with my mother and me&lt;br /&gt;and then Spin me around till I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs she would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Another walk, another walk with her&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I’d love, love, love to walk with my grandma again&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way I would run from her to gramps&lt;br /&gt;She’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;She left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that she&lt;br /&gt;Would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance&lt;br /&gt;One final step, one final walk with her&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’d love, love, love to walk with my grandma again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hear her,&lt;br /&gt;mama cryin’ for her&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m prayin’ for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could You send back the only lady i truely loved&lt;br /&gt;I know You don’t do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, i'm dyin’ to walk with my grandma again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep And this is all I ever dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! U've been sorely missed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-652916507291490109?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/652916507291490109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=652916507291490109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/652916507291490109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/652916507291490109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-469343480169849287</id><published>2007-09-14T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:47:10.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never promised you a ray of light,&lt;br /&gt;I never promised there'd be sunshine everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything I have, the good, the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you put me on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below,&lt;br /&gt;So help me down you've got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't say so you wouldn't say so,&lt;br /&gt;if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that I would make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, and that’s my saving grace,&lt;br /&gt;I fall as hard as I try&lt;br /&gt;So don't be blinded&lt;br /&gt;See me as I really am,&lt;br /&gt;I have flaws and sometimes I even sin,&lt;br /&gt;so pull me from that pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't say so you wouldn't say so,&lt;br /&gt;if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;Why you think that you know me&lt;br /&gt;But In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am something above you&lt;br /&gt;It’s only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Only in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I wear a I wear a I wear a Halo&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't say so you wouldn't say so,&lt;br /&gt;if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-469343480169849287?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/469343480169849287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=469343480169849287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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music,&lt;br /&gt;do you well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your faith was strong&lt;br /&gt;but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this room and i've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;i used to live alone before i knew you&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;but love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when i moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all i've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-2277684588686658857?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/2277684588686658857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=2277684588686658857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/2277684588686658857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/2277684588686658857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/06/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah...'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-7900047299759406136</id><published>2007-03-02T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:27:22.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your game face on because it is time, to play</title><content type='html'>How do you sleep&lt;br /&gt;when you live with your lies&lt;br /&gt;out of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;up from your mind&lt;br /&gt;that kind of thinking&lt;br /&gt;starts a chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;you are a timebome ticking away&lt;br /&gt;you need to release&lt;br /&gt;what you're feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;let out the beast&lt;br /&gt;that you're trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;step right up and be a part of the action&lt;br /&gt;get your game face on&lt;br /&gt;because its time to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you live without playing the game&lt;br /&gt;sit on the side and expect to keep sane&lt;br /&gt;take a look around,&lt;br /&gt;you cant deny what you see&lt;br /&gt;we're living in a violent society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what am i supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;another goddamn drone?&lt;br /&gt;should i leave it on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;should i get ready to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reject&lt;br /&gt;are you no one?&lt;br /&gt;feel you nothing?&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll bet you think&lt;br /&gt;you have a good reason to be living&lt;br /&gt;in the limelight of the fortunate ones&lt;br /&gt;You're too weakened by the poison&lt;br /&gt;that they feed you in the living lie&lt;br /&gt;they don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;call to no one&lt;br /&gt;trust in nothing&lt;br /&gt;little impotent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punk ass, are u listening&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me or are you deaf and dumb to my language&lt;br /&gt;do the real words seem to hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;well put em up&lt;br /&gt;you'll feel it&lt;br /&gt;when i stamp it on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;so you will never forget&lt;br /&gt;that you're a reject&lt;br /&gt;and you're no one&lt;br /&gt;and you're nothing&lt;br /&gt;little impotent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear awaken&lt;br /&gt;go with it now&lt;br /&gt;and let it overcome you&lt;br /&gt;fear awaken&lt;br /&gt;your mind is racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;am i so different from you?&lt;br /&gt;Now does it scare you that i'm able to discern&lt;br /&gt;what to love and what to burn?&lt;br /&gt;I'll add your fuel to the fire now&lt;br /&gt;stand back, brother take your hand back&lt;br /&gt;leave it and i might crack&lt;br /&gt;More than a smile or two you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont judge what you dont understand&lt;br /&gt;you cant deny what has been given to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your game face on..&lt;br /&gt;because, it is time&lt;br /&gt;to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-7900047299759406136?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/7900047299759406136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=7900047299759406136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/7900047299759406136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/7900047299759406136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/03/put-your-game-face-on-because-it-is.html' title='Put your game face on because it is time, to play'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-116895126267132519</id><published>2007-01-16T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:41:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody</title><content type='html'>I want somebody to share&lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone wholl stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return&lt;br /&gt;Shell get my support&lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me&lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;Shell hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And wont easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;In fact shell often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;She will understand me&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone wholl help me see things&lt;br /&gt;In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detestI will almost like&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;To anyones strings&lt;br /&gt;Im carefully trying to steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;Those things&lt;br /&gt;But when Im asleep&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this&lt;br /&gt;Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this&lt;br /&gt;Ill get away with it&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-116895126267132519?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/116895126267132519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=116895126267132519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/116895126267132519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/116895126267132519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2007/01/somebody.html' title='Somebody'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-116072168369284925</id><published>2006-10-13T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:41:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate me so u'll know what's good for you</title><content type='html'>I'm still chasin the same dreams I've had&lt;br /&gt;that build up all this hope&lt;br /&gt;but then eventually crashed&lt;br /&gt;and the drama doesn't pass,&lt;br /&gt;headaches are bound to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you've tolerated enough, you just get so fed up&lt;br /&gt;my faith got really shallow&lt;br /&gt;my doubts got really deep&lt;br /&gt;i got my heart and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and i threw it all down a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta feel the beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love i still got from the start&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love that's taking me far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hate me so you'll know what's good for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will understand&lt;br /&gt;In God's whole plan&lt;br /&gt;and what he's done to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always dreaming of hope for a better future to live&lt;br /&gt;it helps to open up our eyes&lt;br /&gt;to stop acting like kids&lt;br /&gt;and grow into an adult that has the right to speak out&lt;br /&gt;and be matured enough to handle all the pitiful doubts&lt;br /&gt;and in my point of view, i just can't let go of this bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna know this in time&lt;br /&gt;and when i think its alright&lt;br /&gt;my heart will make it a blur&lt;br /&gt;i gotta know if i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;to hold on something that's real&lt;br /&gt;it's more than just how i feel&lt;br /&gt;i'll know for sure when its gone&lt;br /&gt;if i regret it&lt;br /&gt;then it was wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-116072168369284925?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/116072168369284925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=116072168369284925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/116072168369284925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/116072168369284925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/10/hate-me-so-ull-know-whats-good-for-you.html' title='Hate me so u&apos;ll know what&apos;s good for you'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-115815723767272546</id><published>2006-09-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:20:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>When you try your best but you don't succeed, when you get what you want but not what you need, when you feel so tired but you can't sleep, its like being stuck in reverse. And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse? Tears stream down on your face, I promise you, I will learn from my mistakes. Tears stream down on your face. And I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we shared,&lt;br /&gt;the times we walked home from marina, stopping for prata on our way home...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we talked,&lt;br /&gt;when we talked about anything and everything that didn't make sense to anyone, not that we cared.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;rooftop times were sacred. Who knew a simple roof had so much memories.&lt;br /&gt;The times we smoked, dangling ourselves 5 floors above ground level.&lt;br /&gt;The times we went out and did nothing, but went home feeling its the best outing ever.&lt;br /&gt;The drowning of bottles after bottles in complementary hotel rooms..&lt;br /&gt;The trashing of those complementary rooms..&lt;br /&gt;The times at the sucky lil prata shop we call our own.&lt;br /&gt;The times we talk about buyin a whole estate and living our life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;The endless heartfelt conversations over bottles, or jugs.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter,&lt;br /&gt;The tears,&lt;br /&gt;The anger,&lt;br /&gt;The disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;The accomplishments,&lt;br /&gt;The times when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;When we didnt have to work to pay the bills,&lt;br /&gt;when we had fun,&lt;br /&gt;and lived each day as our last.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks growing older.&lt;br /&gt;Skinned knees were easier to heal than broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Time may past,&lt;br /&gt;we may go our seperate ways,&lt;br /&gt;but memories live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;A toast to our memories,&lt;br /&gt;May we relive them again one day.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Bros,&lt;br /&gt;for all the shit,&lt;br /&gt;and troubles that we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;For watching over each others' backs over the years.&lt;br /&gt;For being there.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we all know that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't even matter =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-115815723767272546?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/115815723767272546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=115815723767272546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115815723767272546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115815723767272546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-115501683749464884</id><published>2006-08-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:00:37.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dun wanna be anything other than me...</title><content type='html'>i was confronted about an earlier post but  I dun see what i did wrong at all, other than the fact that it may have been a tad bit vulgar, everything else was accurate. And yes, i feel no remorse whatsoever. maybe its the way i was brought up? to learn from mistakes and not to dwell on em.. i was never taught to like regret anything that i did in the past. learn from it, yes. but never to keep thinkin what if, if only, etc etc and make my life more miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what's the deal about religion anyways? religion is like language or dress. We gravitate towards the practices with which we were raised. In the end though, we're all proclaiming the same thing. That life has meaning and that we are grateful for the power that created us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's gates won't open up for me, With these broken wings I'm fallin', And all I see is you, These city walls ain't got no love for me, I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story, And oh I scream for you, Come please I'm callin', And all I need from you, Hurry I'm fallin', Show me what it's like, To be the last one standing, And teach me wrong from right, And I'll show you what I can be, Say it for me, Say it to me, And I'll leave this life behind me, Say it if it's worth saving me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please, if you're not like this and that, You're gonna have to leave. I came from the mountain, the crust of creation. My whole situation made from clay, dust, stone. And now I'm telling everybody, I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately, All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind, I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do, Or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-115501683749464884?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/115501683749464884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=115501683749464884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115501683749464884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115501683749464884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dun-wanna-be-anything-other-than-me.html' title='I dun wanna be anything other than me...'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-115216613906900474</id><published>2006-07-06T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:08:59.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint the Silence</title><content type='html'>How can you say your life is empty&lt;br /&gt;So late in the day&lt;br /&gt;Why would you stay another second&lt;br /&gt;Now your sight got in the wayA combination&lt;br /&gt;Of love and aggression&lt;br /&gt;Another second lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't paint the silence black now save me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave it a day&lt;br /&gt;You got a right to stand or die so maybe&lt;br /&gt;You take chances all the same&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes in stages&lt;br /&gt;If we dont make it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side irates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me to pick up on your questions&lt;br /&gt;Not even a day&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to finish up your sentence&lt;br /&gt;You talk all the same&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes in stages if we don't make it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the violence sleeps inside&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason why your teething side irates me&lt;div 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Silence'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-115156529868836293</id><published>2006-06-29T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:14:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes</title><content type='html'>If you wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have to leave&lt;br /&gt;But wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;Best believe I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have is here tonight&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to waste this time&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to remember&lt;br /&gt;Baby put your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;Anytime that we find ourselves apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just look to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;If you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till your drifting away&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be too far from me&lt;br /&gt;If you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna see you again&lt;br /&gt;But promise me that you won't forget&lt;br /&gt;Cause as long as you remember&lt;br /&gt;A part of us will be together&lt;br /&gt;So even when you're fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Look for me inside your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Keep believing in what we're sharing&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm not there to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll, I'll love, Love you forever&lt;br /&gt;Anytime that I can't be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just look to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;If you just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till your drifting away&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be too far from me&lt;br /&gt;If you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anywhere that far?&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you're feeling low&lt;br /&gt;Is there anywhere that love cannot reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be anywhere on earth&lt;br /&gt;It could be anywhere I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby if you want to see&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be here with me&lt;br /&gt;Look to your heart&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till your drifting away&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be too far from me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-115156529868836293?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-115026972913250971</id><published>2006-06-14T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:28:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell my beloved grandmother...</title><content type='html'>Love never dies a natural death.&lt;br /&gt;It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.&lt;br /&gt;It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.&lt;br /&gt;It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a way to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;And we both know that the story's ended&lt;br /&gt;We play the part but we're just pretending&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hide the tears cause I can't accept the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of you being a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grandma has left us... It's still very much of a shock to me.. it just seems so unreal.. the other day I went up to the house during the wake.. it felt so damn weird.. Never in my life have i ever go to my grandma's house without her inside.. I walked into her room and was filled with so much emotions.. how she used to bring me out when i was younger, let me go for kiddie rides, not once, but on every machine that was there.. how her melodic "justin yeo" sounded.. how she took care of me.. how her cooking tasted..how she smiled, how she laughed.. there's a void in my life that will never be replaced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hers is a story of love.. for 10yrs, 10 freaking long years she cared for my bedridden grandfather..there was nothing wrong with her other than aches.. then my grandfather passed away...she didnt cry, not a tear.. she was calm and composed.. 1 week later, I met her, "how're you" i asked.. "ai se buay se" came the reply..in english.. "wanna die cannot die.." it hurt me to hear that.. "come stay with us, make ur passport, we'd bring u for a short holiday" i invited... "dun want, i dun wanna spend 1 week at ur hse, next week at another and so on..i've got my own hse".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my conclusion, my grandma cared for my granddad for 10yrs with no illness, Granddad passes away, Grandma stays on, worried for her younger daughter as she always is... 2 weeks on, daughter still cant communicate with her, trying to get her out of the house.. grandma says wat the hell, since im not wanted, i might as well go.. and a month and a day after my granddad's departure, my beloved grandma joins him... love story? indeed.. love, hurt, betrayal all in one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u ppl claim being a catholic is wrong, christian is right, well if this is what christianity teaches u, i'd rather stay wrong....fuck you. catholic and christian different God ah? dun be fucking stupid can? freaking HUMANS wrote the bible.. it didnt just pop out of the earth or drop from heaven you know.. why are ppl so blinded by faith? i honestly personally feel that christians are the most fucked up ppl around, christians, who think that their God is different from the one that the catholics or anglicans or methodists pray to.. another example of stupidity.. u know at funerals they have the red string thingy they serve with the peanuts? ure supposed to like take it with u and throw it away on ur way out or something like that rite? oh no christians dont do that.. fuck la..throwing away that red string isnt a fucking religion right? its just a custom.. here's another.. there's this belief that on the 7th day, the spirit of the departed would return to the house..  wanted to clean up my grandma's room, put on fresh sheets and all for my grandma...but christians dun believe in this.. here we go again.. this is a fucking CUSTOM nothing to do with RELIGION.. why are christians soooo blinded?? fuck.. for ur info, my CATHOLIC grandma returned to her room on the 7th day...oh.. den again, catholics are wrong rite? fuck off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the funeral mass at the colobarium, the pastor dude was giving a sermon, he pissed me off so bad i wanted to tell him off..he was going on and on about how we should not grieve but be happy cos my grandma accepted christ(in other words, became a christian) and that she will go to heaven cos all those who accept christ (be a CHRISTIAN) would go to heaven.. fuck so muslims, buddhists, toaists, catholics etc all go to hell la?! fucking irritating la.. then he said something bout my grandma, being at a train station, going off, not coming back, dude! we're not freaking 5yr olds who dunno wat death means la... i just cant stand it la.. cant fucking stand the way they imply that oh if u dun accept christ in ur life ure heading to hell.. so if i lead a righteous life but am a free thinker den im gonna go to hell? fuck, i might as well enjoy life, fuck it up, accept christ on my death bed, and go to heaven? go figure... as i've said before.. if u claim God loves u unconditionally, den why is it u hafta accept christ in order to go to heaven...if that isnt a condition, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are gone and every time I think about it&lt;br /&gt;It tears me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;Like the rivers of emotion but I got no more tears to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-115026972913250971?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/115026972913250971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=115026972913250971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115026972913250971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/115026972913250971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/06/farewell-my-beloved-grandmother.html' title='Farewell my beloved grandmother...'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114930282071342950</id><published>2006-06-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:48:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my grandma...</title><content type='html'>Doc wanna see the whole family in 2hrs...&lt;br /&gt;doesnt seem good at all..&lt;br /&gt;and she was supposed to be better..&lt;br /&gt;but yet she collapsed again..&lt;br /&gt;15min without oxygen to her brain..&lt;br /&gt;this is just too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never should of waited so long to say&lt;br /&gt;What I've always known since the very first day&lt;br /&gt;Thought that you would stay forever with me&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come for you to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we turn out the lights and close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a secret I've held all my life&lt;br /&gt;It's you that I live for, and for you I die&lt;br /&gt;So I'll lay here with you till the final goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your cheeks and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd be the great grandmother of my child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend your lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114898655949788910</id><published>2006-05-30T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:13:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>Still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Still a little bit of your words I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer to me&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to flyLove,&lt;br /&gt;it taught me to cry&lt;br /&gt;So come on courage&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be shy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna scare her&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114898655949788910?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114898655949788910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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unfair..</title><content type='html'>all the people in this world that believe in u,&lt;br /&gt;u give em fake hope to hold on i think u already know&lt;br /&gt;but u continue to show nothing but the silence&lt;br /&gt;they say u love us then why am i seeing this violence?&lt;br /&gt;they said we have to help ourselves before god can help our soul&lt;br /&gt;den dat means dat we alone in dis world dat we control&lt;br /&gt;not u, u never had us, u never did&lt;br /&gt;so all the things that i was taught wen i was young were bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uve taken my grandpa less than a mth ago, and now u're hitting on my grandma?!&lt;br /&gt;i'd never forgive u if u take her now,&lt;br /&gt;she's got so much more to live for..&lt;br /&gt;she hasnt enjoyed her later years yet..&lt;br /&gt;wat does one do to deserve a slow painful death?&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to dying in ur sleep?&lt;br /&gt;isnt that the way to go..&lt;br /&gt;so the many that are heading to be by ur side,&lt;br /&gt;why do they have to suffer to get there?&lt;br /&gt;prove their faith for u in their darkess hours?&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl of much faith keep saying that the departed is where God is?&lt;br /&gt;and that he/she's in a much better place?&lt;br /&gt;come on,&lt;br /&gt;have u been there and back?&lt;br /&gt;how'd the hell u know?&lt;br /&gt;is that supposed to comfort someone?&lt;br /&gt;i dun think so..&lt;br /&gt;a death is a death, there is no "he's gone to a better place"&lt;br /&gt;how much better can the incinerator be?&lt;br /&gt;or 6th feet under ground for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder what we see in our final seconds as we breathe our last breath..&lt;br /&gt;our loved ones? happier moments in life? a new beginning? a better place?&lt;br /&gt;well.. i'd find out when its time.&lt;br /&gt;till  den,&lt;br /&gt;pls dun let her suffer,&lt;br /&gt;its so fucking unfair for her..&lt;br /&gt;she's been suffering for the past 10yrs..&lt;br /&gt;e least u could do, with all the power that u have,&lt;br /&gt;is to let her go in peace, if she must go..&lt;br /&gt;even so,&lt;br /&gt;many hearts will weep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang in there ah ma..&lt;br /&gt;prayers will be answered..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114898617151123014?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114898617151123014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114898617151123014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114898617151123014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more than a girl&lt;br /&gt;and this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;the reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;and to her I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know that she knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills her inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other girl&lt;br /&gt;I can see her dying&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see her die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt her anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away her life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;as I'm doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;preparing for another day&lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;she's here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;as if I'm gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the guys&lt;br /&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know&lt;br /&gt;where I'm about to go&lt;br /&gt;and we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that she knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills her inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other girl&lt;br /&gt;I can see her dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see her die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt her anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away her life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love&lt;br /&gt;Her trust&lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to her head&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this Anymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see her die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt her anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away her life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... a murderer (a murderer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114792519047693361?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114792519047693361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114792519047693361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114792519047693361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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distant&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or maybe, when I look around daily&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know the people I can put my trust in lately&lt;br /&gt;People that I used to hang with now their actin' to different&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same person why doesn't anybody listen&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please just explain to me&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the way that we always said we'd be&lt;br /&gt;Right now I dunno why I push through the pain that I got through&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll find a place that might just remind you of home&lt;br /&gt;But if it doesn't feel like home&lt;br /&gt;You can do what I do&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white&lt;br /&gt;And my chest gets tight&lt;br /&gt;But who the fuck really cares&lt;br /&gt;when you're So far left behind that even death looks right&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hope for the best and pray&lt;br /&gt;That it gets a little better than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer who u used to be&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what brought about this change in you&lt;br /&gt;U used to be the best,&lt;br /&gt;put all our worries to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for giving us the freedom to experience life,&lt;br /&gt;for if u never let go of the bicycle,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never have learnt how to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;If u didnt throw me into the pool,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have learnt how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;When u left me on the top of the stairs, and asked me to jump into ur arms,&lt;br /&gt;I did, cos i trusted that u would catch me and not let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;U've never failed to pick me up everytime i fell.&lt;br /&gt;But it all seems different now,&lt;br /&gt;now, u seem so.... distant..&lt;br /&gt;its like i dun even know u anymore..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, its tearing me apart, its tearing us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day when i brought up an issue,&lt;br /&gt;u said u were not upset?&lt;br /&gt;who were u tryin to kid?&lt;br /&gt;u were dead unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;not with me, but with her.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;she may be naggy and ridiculous at times, but havent u always said that we should do our part to help her?&lt;br /&gt;or do those words dun mean anything now?&lt;br /&gt;so u know how hard i fought to hold back the tears at the dinner table?!&lt;br /&gt;dun u even feel anything wrong with the way u treat her sometimes?!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so so bad for her u know? i bet u'd never know..&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i feel like shit, lousy and heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;she feels the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to visit a dying man?&lt;br /&gt;IS IT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;cant u be her pillar of strength as u once were?!&lt;br /&gt;do u know how badly she needs u..&lt;br /&gt;when she wants to bring u to see the old man, never know when it might be the last time u see him,&lt;br /&gt;she actually has plea that u do not show ur anger or raise ur voice at her when u pick her up?!?!&lt;br /&gt;what has become of the both of u..&lt;br /&gt;its not fair reallie, not fair for her at all..&lt;br /&gt;she deserves so much better...&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part of it all?&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt tell u..she just swallows it and keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when asked for ur help to teach him&lt;br /&gt;all u did was shout at him&lt;br /&gt;we're not ur office workers,&lt;br /&gt;we're a family..&lt;br /&gt;YOUR family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at people And how they change with the times&lt;br /&gt;And lately all I've been seeing are people Throwing love away and losing their minds&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's me that's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't understand why&lt;br /&gt;All these people keep hurting each other&lt;br /&gt;When good love is so hard to come by&lt;br /&gt;So what's the glory in living&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if love never lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's forever for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls dun tear this apart.&lt;br /&gt;If u do, I'm gonna find it really hard to forgive u..&lt;br /&gt;so hard that i may end up hating u..&lt;br /&gt;but i dun want to hate u..&lt;br /&gt;please dun make me do..&lt;br /&gt;i beg of u...Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind and how Seeing him tonight may be the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be gone, I don't know when I'll be back&lt;br /&gt;But in this world everything can change&lt;br /&gt;just like that,&lt;br /&gt;Like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114680908850473480?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114680908850473480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114560625244639117</id><published>2006-04-21T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:57:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey and Moon</title><content type='html'>Don't know why I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't real I would make you up&lt;br /&gt;nowI wish that I could follow through&lt;br /&gt;I know that your love is true&lt;br /&gt;And deep&lt;br /&gt;As the sea&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still a bet&lt;br /&gt;In love's game&lt;br /&gt;You would call; I'd call you back&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd leave&lt;br /&gt;A message&lt;br /&gt;On your answering machine&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right nowI wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;FreedomRun away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt;Without A fight&lt;br /&gt;I think that you came too soon&lt;br /&gt;You're the honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt;That lights&lt;br /&gt;Up my night&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;br /&gt;We hang around&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me up&lt;br /&gt;All the time I've falling down&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right nowI wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114560625244639117?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114560625244639117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114560625244639117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114560625244639117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114560625244639117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/honey-and-moon.html' title='Honey and Moon'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114490398639281213</id><published>2006-04-13T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T12:53:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd you go</title><content type='html'>a reallie nice song, i guess it time to come i'd prob get this dedicated to me from di...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said somedays I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone&lt;br /&gt;I get along but your trips always feel so long&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself trying to stay by the phone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call&lt;br /&gt;And when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I want you to know its a little fucked up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting,&lt;br /&gt;at times debatin&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the place you used to live&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every halloween with candy by the pile&lt;br /&gt;but now you only stop by every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Shit I find myself just filling my time&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you I want you to know its a little fucked up that I'm stuck here waiting,&lt;br /&gt;at times debating&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know its a little fucked up&lt;br /&gt;that I'm stuck here waiting,&lt;br /&gt;no longer debatin'&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin and hatin' and making these excuses&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around,&lt;br /&gt;and feeling sorta useless&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one thing has been true all along&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got till its gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here&lt;br /&gt;and you can sing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114490398639281213?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114490398639281213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114490398639281213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114490398639281213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114490398639281213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/whered-you-go.html' title='Where&apos;d you go'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114421334710134036</id><published>2006-04-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:02:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need help</title><content type='html'>finally shifted most of the stuff over... still messing around with the blogskins and all.. anyone out there knows a thing or two care to help me out? i need to shift my "comments" to just under the latest post rather than about the previous post. also i need to include a "links" section. anyone who knows drop me a msg, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114416242050178484</id><published>2006-04-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:06:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to God</title><content type='html'>I'm one who strongly believes that if u gotta go, u gotta go. no matter how much precaution, how much care u take in ur life, when ur time is up, there's no stopping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about how if we love God unconditionally, we'd find ourselves in heaven etc, now isn't that itself, a condition already? If we accept God in our life, when our time is up, we'd bask in the eternal sunshines of heaven? I'm not blasphemous, I'm just questioning facts with facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why do some ppl who marry in God's name, with God's blessing, in God's house, end up in extra marital affairs? divorce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do ppl who supposedly live in his ways, preach his teachings, spend 1/2 their time in church, donate a sum of their income to church, yet, yet when it comes to their own parents, they shun responsibility? Did God not teach u to be filial? I can't stand how those ppl who're like so devoted, dedicated to the church, or the ppl of the church, that they'd rather help out at church den at home. Trust me, I dare say all this cos it comes with experience. I've got superholy peeps on both sides of the family. And yes, I resent the way they live their lives, its like they wanna book their place in heaven. Doesnt work that way I'm sure. Otherwise everyone should just accept God on their dying day and all sins are forgiven, heaven would be overcrowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, my grandad's been a stoke patient for the past 9yrs. Fuck, if its not his time yet, why can't he get well? why let him suffer. or others around him for that matter? after 9yrs, my aunt's had enough, and we finally send him to a home. Just when we thought that my grandma could start going out, playing mahjong, etc etc. Guess what? a recent checkup showed that only 20% of her kidneys are working. She may need dialysis, and where in the world are we gonna get the money? who's gonna bring her to the centre everyday or whenever? hell, a family living just a mere 3min walk away hardly even bother to drop by to help out around. Too busy with church is their excuse. Fuck, I'm sure the church freaking gave birth to u. They claimed that us being catholics are wrong, and them being whatever christians are right. Fuck u, its the same God for crying out loud. The bible was in HEBREW, then with different translators, came different versions, so who's right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, if there is a God up there, pls answer the prayers that many've been praying every night, earnestly, praying for a way out, for solace, for inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave u guys something to ponder about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, hope you get the letter and...&lt;br /&gt;I pray you can make it better down here&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer&lt;br /&gt;But all the people that you made in your image&lt;br /&gt;See them starving in the street'&lt;br /&gt;Cause they don't get enough to eat from God&lt;br /&gt;its tough believing in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, sorry to disturb you but...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should be heard loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;We all need a big reduction in amount of tears&lt;br /&gt;And all the people that you made in your image&lt;br /&gt;See them fighting in the street'&lt;br /&gt;Cause they can't make opinions meet about God&lt;br /&gt;its tough believing in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make disease and the diamond blue?&lt;br /&gt;Did you make mankind after we made you?&lt;br /&gt;And the devil too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god don't know if you noticed but...&lt;br /&gt;Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book&lt;br /&gt;And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe in heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;No saints, no sinners, no devil as well&lt;br /&gt;No pearly gates, no thorny crown&lt;br /&gt;You're always letting us humans down&lt;br /&gt;The wars you bring, the babes you drown&lt;br /&gt;Those lost at sea and never found&lt;br /&gt;And it's the same the whole world 'round&lt;br /&gt;The hurt I see helps to compound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing against God, just the ppl who claim to be living in his way, yet they do so otherwise.&lt;div 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God'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114416214744961456</id><published>2006-04-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:07:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Deal</title><content type='html'>sometimes a man has to choose&lt;br /&gt;to do something he doesn't want to do&lt;br /&gt;do I live my life with you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;or do I go on and pursue my lifetime dream&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do this for me&lt;br /&gt;cuz if I dont I'll probably regret it&lt;br /&gt;but if I do I'll probably regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I cope (how do you cope)&lt;br /&gt;when the one you love&lt;br /&gt;is with somebody else and there's nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;how do you deal&lt;br /&gt;with the fact that you had a chance&lt;br /&gt;but you chose to turn away for your career&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take it though its heartbreakin&lt;br /&gt;its something that i had to do&lt;br /&gt;but nobody said that it would hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;so how do I live&lt;br /&gt;how do i deal without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me to know that your heart's with me&lt;br /&gt;but your with him cuz I choose to be&lt;br /&gt;in this industry money, shows,&lt;br /&gt;those come along with luxuries and pain,&lt;br /&gt;is all you see when you think about it&lt;br /&gt;this is the life that i was given&lt;br /&gt;so i have to live it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;how do i deal in the meantime without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you cope&lt;br /&gt;when the one you love is with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;how do you deal&lt;br /&gt;with the fact that you had a chance but you chose to turn away for your career&lt;br /&gt;i gotta take it though its heartbreakin&lt;br /&gt;it's something that I had to do&lt;br /&gt;but nobody said that it would hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;so how do I live&lt;br /&gt;how do I deal without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you deal when you can't be with the one you love and the one that you love is with somebody else (i don't know, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;and what do you do when you know she dont love him and she loves me but she just can't stand loving you far away&lt;br /&gt;guess im gonna have to..you just deal with it (deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna have to live with it...you just deal with it (deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;oh no no, you just deal with it (deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;i dont want nobody else lovin you...you just deal with it (deal with it)&lt;br /&gt;i dont want nobody else lovin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it jus suck when there comes a time when u hafta make a decisionlike this? either way you lose out something dear to you, either wayyou'll end up regretting...so then.. how would you deal with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114416214744961456?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114416214744961456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114416214744961456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114416214744961456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114416214744961456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-deal.html' title='How To Deal'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114416111999481768</id><published>2006-04-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:08:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat In My Heart</title><content type='html'>ever had the feeling of wanting to be in two places at once? won't decision making just be so much easier then? you won't have to choose one over the other, no favouritism, no lack of importance, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7s tournament, inter-form, safsa, knights, le cordon bleu, friends, family, di. i want em all.. i reallie do.. thats why i need to be in 2 places at once.. if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still chasin the same dreams i've had&lt;br /&gt;that builded up all this hope but then eventully crashed&lt;br /&gt;and the drama doesn't pass, headaches are bound to last&lt;br /&gt;critics burn like a rash (too much, too fast)&lt;br /&gt;i got the people showin love, and haters who got u stuck&lt;br /&gt;when you've tolerated enough, you just get so fed up/&lt;br /&gt;i decided to let it be, my passion can leave without me&lt;br /&gt;my faith got really shallow, my doubts got really deep/&lt;br /&gt;but when my parents let me down, my brother just aint around,&lt;br /&gt;my people doin their thing, that's when i know i gotta sing/&lt;br /&gt;one mic is all i need, one voice to show and tell,&lt;br /&gt;i got my heart and my dreams and threw it all down a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna know this in time..&lt;br /&gt;and when you think its all right..&lt;br /&gt;your heart will make it a blur..&lt;br /&gt;you gotta know if you're sure..&lt;br /&gt;to hold on something that's real..&lt;br /&gt;it's more than just how you feel..&lt;br /&gt;you'll know for sure when its gone..&lt;br /&gt;if you regret it then it was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(woah yea) you gotta feel, the beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love i still got from the start/&lt;br /&gt;(it doesn't change)you gotta feel, the beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love i still got from the start/(it doesn't change)&lt;br /&gt;you gotta feel, the beat in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love that's taking me far..&lt;br /&gt;you gotta feel, the beat in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;to understand all the love that's taking me far, so far..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114416111999481768?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114415906431944304</id><published>2006-04-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:08:44.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these memories of mine&lt;br /&gt;and the tears that i cry&lt;br /&gt;when nobody is here&lt;br /&gt;all the love disappears&lt;br /&gt;destroy all my pride&lt;br /&gt;thinking back on the night&lt;br /&gt;when I wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;cos I hated my life, my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;i need some personal space&lt;br /&gt;to get my mind straight&lt;br /&gt;i'm disappearing without a trace&lt;br /&gt;my life is just a waste&lt;br /&gt;of money and women&lt;br /&gt;its like love&lt;br /&gt;is just a waste of my tears and my feelings&lt;br /&gt;nobody else is living my life except myself&lt;br /&gt;i can choose to ignore the condition of my health&lt;br /&gt;bad days become worst&lt;br /&gt;its getting harder to really speak&lt;br /&gt;explain whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;its everything all combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it I ain't lying&lt;br /&gt;dear God I feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;why is it every night that my eyes continue crying&lt;br /&gt;alone here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing these last words&lt;br /&gt;my gift is not a blessing&lt;br /&gt;my exception is a curse&lt;br /&gt;thought it couldn't be worst&lt;br /&gt;feeling how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;my pride is ready to burst&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting myself first&lt;br /&gt;tryna help someone else&lt;br /&gt;before I can help myself&lt;br /&gt;I wanna end the pain that's real&lt;br /&gt;that's how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these memories of mine&lt;br /&gt;and the tears that i cry&lt;br /&gt;when nobody is here&lt;br /&gt;all the love disappears&lt;br /&gt;destroy all my pride&lt;br /&gt;thinking back on the night&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;cos i hated my life, my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114415906431944304?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114415906431944304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114415906431944304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415906431944304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415906431944304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114415856277033852</id><published>2006-04-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:09:25.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Walk</title><content type='html'>Take A Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tryta picture, my dream becoming real&lt;br /&gt;cuz im living in a world of bricks and cold steel&lt;br /&gt;where a dream is all i have to hold and carry on&lt;br /&gt;the mentality of being deprived for to long&lt;br /&gt;i been having these doubts, these regrets, i cant shut out&lt;br /&gt;am i chasing my dream? do i kno wat its about?&lt;br /&gt;can it be touched? how much.. time i've given up&lt;br /&gt;for nothing. still here nobody giving a fcuk&lt;br /&gt;for what? ppl tell me "look at u, u made it far""u on tv, ppl kno u, ppl treat u like a star"&lt;br /&gt;i put my heart into this shit, my heart bleeds with every word&lt;br /&gt;yet sometimes, i feel blind, n dats hurting me worse&lt;br /&gt;ive been blinded by a vision that im falling in the dark&lt;br /&gt;reaching up to grab a hand but instead i grab my heart&lt;br /&gt;n im pulling it out, so fierce i cant explain&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams, i dream a dream thats causing me pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream in my head that one day it would be different&lt;br /&gt;if i kept my heart pure then one day id be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;but life is hard hittin n i kno it to well&lt;br /&gt;n the top is where im aiming cuz im livin through hell&lt;br /&gt;n only some of u can tell, cuz i dont really talk to much&lt;br /&gt;keep a smile on my face but inside ive had enough&lt;br /&gt;to survive i play it tough, cuz nobody gave me a break&lt;br /&gt;i been through so much drama how much more can i take?&lt;br /&gt;and i never fuckin ran from any obstacle at hand&lt;br /&gt;then why do i get punished i could never understand&lt;br /&gt;i dream of one day that i can change another man&lt;br /&gt;with my music, make a difference thats all in my plan&lt;br /&gt;i talk the talk, walk the walk through my life in everyday&lt;br /&gt;paid my dues, for my sins, in almost every fuckin way&lt;br /&gt;but still its not enough, seems like it never is&lt;br /&gt;n i guess, hope pushs me to constantly dig..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114415856277033852?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114415856277033852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Hurts</title><content type='html'>Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to dedicate this&lt;br /&gt;to all my fellas&lt;br /&gt;Fellas who ever been in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;and had their heart fuken torn out,&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that, that alot of people suffer from heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From promises to lies, to every tear drop that we cry&lt;br /&gt;the promises to care &amp; understand each others lives&lt;br /&gt;from struggles at its worst, we said the love would never change&lt;br /&gt;then why do I feel lied to every time its saying&lt;br /&gt;we said we had each other, unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;if this is what love is, then I think I?ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;the bullshit &amp;amp; the drama was nothing but wasted time&lt;br /&gt;this thing that we call love is just illusions of the mind&lt;br /&gt;all the smiles that we have is a story to be told&lt;br /&gt;but nothing in the world can make up for all this bull&lt;br /&gt;the problems that we faced there was something just reaching out&lt;br /&gt;we shoulda took the hint that this shit wont be working out&lt;br /&gt;I mean what have we been thinking, all those times we were together&lt;br /&gt;did u really think that we would be in love forever&lt;br /&gt;at this very age we shouldn?t be playing this game&lt;br /&gt;now I understand that love is pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hurts so we all cry&lt;br /&gt;tears droppin' from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the pain I cant explain&lt;br /&gt;all I know is love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts so we all cry&lt;br /&gt;tears droppin' from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the pain I can?t explain&lt;br /&gt;all I know is love&lt;br /&gt;is pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these past few days I've been reminiscing back&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time I couldn't understand what we had&lt;br /&gt;Was it love? Was it passion? Was it all a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;now its hate, now its pain, now its all this shit combined&lt;br /&gt;I can't force myself to erase all our memories&lt;br /&gt;but when I'm thinking back I always feel like u fooled me&lt;br /&gt;nobody to blame but myself from being blinded&lt;br /&gt;crying in my sleep hoping this hurting passes by&lt;br /&gt;I've been told by my brothers how these girls are all the same&lt;br /&gt;but you had me so convinced that my world suddenly changed&lt;br /&gt;cause you always made me smile but a smile isn't forever&lt;br /&gt;and I guess its unpredictable like change in the weather&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd work it out like those other times before&lt;br /&gt;but the truth had to reveal, we cant live a lie no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young and I'm still trying to stay true to my heart&lt;br /&gt;my dreams have disappeared and now my life's scattered apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hurts so we all cry&lt;br /&gt;tears droppin from my eyesthe pain I cant explain&lt;br /&gt;all I know is love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts so we all cry&lt;br /&gt;tears droppin from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the pain I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;all I know is love is pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicating this song to anyone&lt;br /&gt;whose gone through break-ups&lt;br /&gt;Who felt the pain of losing someone you truly love,&lt;br /&gt;and who lost hope and all thier dreams,&lt;br /&gt;but remember, there is someone truly special,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you out there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114415809453734602?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114415809453734602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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fall</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Even Angels Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many days i been living tryna make my momma proud&lt;br /&gt;tryna represent my people show da world what im about&lt;br /&gt;tryna bring my ppl out tryna find a way to smile&lt;br /&gt;cuz my life was filled wit stress ever since i was a child&lt;br /&gt;so i promised myself one day im standing tall&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom to the top one day ill have it all&lt;br /&gt;no more having to call my mom n tell her wats wrong&lt;br /&gt;that im sittin in the bing n i aint coming home&lt;br /&gt;no more time all alone just thinking how to survive&lt;br /&gt;no more fights wit my own especially my own kind&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think dat we're blind, wen we're young we didnt care&lt;br /&gt;wen we start to get older those the times that we scaredso now we bein prepared tryin hard to find a job&lt;br /&gt;didnt kno we'd need skool so we dropped n just robbed&lt;br /&gt;n now its to late u gotta work it even harder&lt;br /&gt;da problems dat we had have just become larger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da pain is almost double, wen dey say u cant make it&lt;br /&gt;to give it ur best but yet still dey wont take it&lt;br /&gt;there were times wen i fell wen i tried to get up&lt;br /&gt;wit nobody by my side to tell me hang n be tough&lt;br /&gt;so i had to play rough, had to do the things that hurt&lt;br /&gt;to survive this lifestyle u had to do ur share of dirti decided to change, i wanted out no beef n dramadreamed a life of success where i could show off to my momma&lt;br /&gt;but i understood the rules n every risk that i take&lt;br /&gt;that ur enemies stay wit every move that u make&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta be awake, i gotta take n see it all&lt;br /&gt;cuz no matter who u are one day u gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive changed over time and grew stronger in life&lt;br /&gt;wont give up what is mine&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes even angels fall down&lt;br /&gt;ive done all this rightand ive won all these fights&lt;br /&gt;i grew stronger in life&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we break down n fall apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114415732910631808?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114415732910631808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114415732910631808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415732910631808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415732910631808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-even-angels-fall.html' title='Sometimes even angels fall'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114415708560033525</id><published>2006-04-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:11:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lovely Story</title><content type='html'>There was once a guy who was very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company ... "You never fail until you stop trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realise those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drived slowly beside the couple,wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the guy can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his papercranes beside her Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have." She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever." "Find time to realize that there is one person who mean so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person whom you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept ... the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never c them again..." You don't have to love in words because even through the silences, love is always heard. Do Treasure Everyone &amp;amp; Everything you have.. [You might lose it 1 day...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114415708560033525?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114415708560033525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114415708560033525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415708560033525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114415708560033525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovely-story.html' title='A Lovely Story'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25353352.post-114413932690436326</id><published>2006-04-04T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:12:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Life</title><content type='html'>Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise canprolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, andthat's it... don't waste them on exercise.Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up yourheart will not make you live longer; that's likesaying you can extend the life of your car bydriving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruitsand vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. Whatdoes a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these?Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than anefficient mechanism of delivering vegetables toyour system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is alsoa good source of field grass (green leafyvegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% ofyour recommended daily allowance of vegetableproducts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit.Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take thewater out of the fruity bit so you get even moreof the goodness that way. Beer is also made out ofgrain. Bottoms up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat,your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies,your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages ofparticipating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. Myphilosophy is: No Pain...No Pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!. Foods are fried thesedays in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeatedin it. How could getting more vegetables be badfor you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting alittle soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, itgets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups ifyou want a bigger stomach.(Now I know what happened to me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO ..... Cocoa beans!Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good foodaround!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explainwhales to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A: Hey! You are in shape! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;And remember: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather toskid in sideways - your favorite beverage in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25353352-114413932690436326?l=oeynitsuj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/feeds/114413932690436326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25353352&amp;postID=114413932690436326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114413932690436326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25353352/posts/default/114413932690436326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oeynitsuj.blogspot.com/2006/04/truth-about-life.html' title='The Truth About Life'/><author><name>JY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14338978021768184686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
