<?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-5171855165408382133</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:21:41.352+08:00</updated><category term='Northern Lights'/><title type='text'>You Waltz My Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>481</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8161149043013599778</id><published>2020-02-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:45:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY PPLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SYXDWLnrS3I/AAAAAAAAARE/V2KYb_2d4_U/s1600-h/nicole.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297855322515000178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SYXDWLnrS3I/AAAAAAAAARE/V2KYb_2d4_U/s200/nicole.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artist: Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8161149043013599778?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8161149043013599778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8161149043013599778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-pplz.html' title='FUNNY PPLZ'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SYXDWLnrS3I/AAAAAAAAARE/V2KYb_2d4_U/s72-c/nicole.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2990542975815852260</id><published>2009-02-26T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:23:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like your hair better when it's soft; I love you more when we sit on the sofa and laugh at ourselves.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't live a day without turning on the com, going online (thanks to certain people HAHA), and &lt;em&gt;just &lt;strong&gt;pretending&lt;/strong&gt; to be MIA&lt;/em&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change blog link soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm starting to feel a lot like a girl. Wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2990542975815852260?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2990542975815852260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2990542975815852260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-your-hair-better-when-its-soft-i.html' title='I like your hair better when it&apos;s soft; I love you more when we sit on the sofa and laugh at ourselves.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5750038246895502866</id><published>2009-02-23T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:26:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words keep fallin' out of my pocket</title><content type='html'>M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS me (which I may not reply), or see if you can actually connect your brainwaves to mine. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5750038246895502866?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5750038246895502866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5750038246895502866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-keep-fallin-out-of-my-pocket.html' title='Words keep fallin&apos; out of my pocket'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5333577133068731906</id><published>2009-02-23T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:02:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause we were both young when I first saw you</title><content type='html'>Today didn't turn out as what I had expected in mind, in the good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's constant yelling went through several dimensions, time and space (haha) and finally got into my dream. Woke up before 8am. Slept at 5am? Ate my breakfast and headed down to Toa Payoh to help my mum help my uncle at his shop. Let's see what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read Teens, Teenage, Seventeen, Women's Weekly and that's about it I think.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drank Pink Dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate a packet of Chipsters and brought 3 packets home. :o&lt;br /&gt;4. Acted as a free voluntary model.&lt;br /&gt;5. Crave fried hokkien prawn noodles. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee shop's business there is so good that they can afford to have a rest day every Monday. And it's like all the stalls in the coffee shop. More like strike than a break if you ask me. Besides, hey who doesn't like earning more during these burdened times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat hokkien mee! At least I had pizzahut today. :) BUT THEY DIDN'T PASTE THE HOT DOT THAT I WAS EXPECTING. :S (Could've gotten 2 free pizzas, but they'll prolly make up an excuse for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Bugis. Ate KFC for lunch. Went to shop. My mum gave me a fashion reform. LOL. That I'm not elaborating on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't remember on which magazine did I chance upon this article on moles on our body indicating several aspects of our life. I remember mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the eyebrow: Help will always come to me no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the left side of face: Studious and hardworking (this one not very true eh HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the palm: Extremely talented! Because moles don't usually grow there.&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the finger: Unreliable. :(&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the elbow: It was something good. I can't remember. LOL. :/ Something regarding talent. Cos I remember I had 2 very talented and hard-to-get mole spots. :) *It's on the same arm even. I think I have a super hurculean arm.*&lt;br /&gt;Mole on the ear: Lucky, wealthy, fortunate. :) *Chinese believe it signifies that the child with the mole on the ear is filial to his/her parents*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm actually talented. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe in coincidence that much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stopped believeing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5333577133068731906?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5333577133068731906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5333577133068731906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-we-were-both-young-when-i-first.html' title='Cause we were both young when I first saw you'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7966531587964549435</id><published>2009-02-22T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:57:01.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just looking at your picture I hear my heart beat, I contemplate just how it'd feel to look you in the eyes.</title><content type='html'>My work today was cancelled. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; not survive this economic crisis afterall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we're having pizzahut delivery for dinner. I just hope it happens. (Not like yesterday my mum got angry that I haven't order anything when she got home.) =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7966531587964549435?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7966531587964549435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7966531587964549435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-looking-at-your-picture-i-hear-my.html' title='Just looking at your picture I hear my heart beat, I contemplate just how it&apos;d feel to look you in the eyes.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1046591763604274108</id><published>2009-02-21T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:17:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is proved not by the time spent together, but by the time spent apart.</title><content type='html'>Days are getting more boring. Really. Only me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I tried to act smart by using my student ezlink card, which had a negative sum in it, to take a bus. What happens is, the bus driver already knew that even though it's a student ezlink card, I had to pay $1. (There's this screen in the driver seat... you know? It told him.) I was stupefied. Smart plan fail. LOL. *Sigh* So I wasted $2 to go for my violin lesson today. Shucks. Talk about the reduction in bus fare... They should seriously reduce the stupid extra cost of cash payers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1cent reduction for student fare, 2 cent reduction for adult fare? SERIOUSLY? It's only a show. Show to tell you, "Oh hey we're reducing the bus fare please use public transport more often thx. *stupid greedy grin*" No kidding. Years back, at one time they increased the bus fare up by 10cents. And when it comes to reduction, 2cents? Make me laugh. (Remember the 60c bus fare? Yea, that's what I'm comparing it to the future 69c. Is it a reduction? No. Ok yes, slight. Like an ant. Maybe an ant would live through it.) /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/pissed&lt;br /&gt;/whatever&lt;br /&gt;/working tomorrow so that I &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; live through this economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1046591763604274108?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1046591763604274108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1046591763604274108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-proved-not-by-time-spent.html' title='Love is proved not by the time spent together, but by the time spent apart.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4095259906133007481</id><published>2009-02-19T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:14:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A person is made, not borned.</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then I could suck your blood and make you mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4095259906133007481?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4095259906133007481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4095259906133007481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/person-is-made-not-borned.html' title='A person is made, not borned.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-860941979522598238</id><published>2009-02-18T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:05:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've set goals I could never reach; I've set targets I never want to hit. (But still I will, 'cause words like these mean nothing.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Up-iculdfwA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Up-iculdfwA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best, I know it is&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;How I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of words. Today I'll do it. Tonight I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hit the brakes,&lt;br /&gt;Stop the chase,&lt;br /&gt;Make a clean break,&lt;br /&gt;In all a haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better now than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on:&lt;br /&gt;I love David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5PsSzDmfKM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5PsSzDmfKM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice is omg-so-manly-yet-so-gentle-I-can-fall-in-love-with. LOL. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention that I've found a new book series, very much similar to Twilight! It's called &lt;em&gt;Vampires Academy&lt;/em&gt;. Not too much about love, though. Not too sure, haven't finish reading the first chapter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/u&gt; - I want that book badly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you're not that into me, it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many tears, too many crimes, too many lies, too many barriers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-860941979522598238?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/860941979522598238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/860941979522598238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-set-goals-i-could-never-reach-ive.html' title='I&apos;ve set goals I could never reach; I&apos;ve set targets I never want to hit. (But still I will, &apos;cause words like these mean nothing.)'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8880979861995148469</id><published>2009-02-17T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:27:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only tell you how much I love you after you've told me how much is eternal.</title><content type='html'>Slumdog Millionaire. Wasn't as good as I expected, or as good as the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nachos. But I think GV's one tastes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PzkL_GvVFA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PzkL_GvVFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I've never been,&lt;br /&gt;Help me on my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;Show me that good things&lt;br /&gt;come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm not on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I won't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I'm feelin' isn't some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if anyone can make me fall in love, You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself, you can.&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;If I could wish upon tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would never end.&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me, I would follow.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if anyone can make me fall in love, You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Are these the eyes of&lt;br /&gt;someone you could love?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything that brought me here,&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it all seems so clear.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the one I've been dreamin' of.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can make me fall in love, You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself, you can.&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;If I could wish upon tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would never end.&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me, I would follow.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if anyone can make me fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can take me sailin'&lt;br /&gt;in your deepest eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to my knees and make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;And no one's ever done this,&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, yes I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it all begins,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me it'll never end.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fool myself,&lt;br /&gt;It's you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;If I could wish upon tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would never end.&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me, I would follow.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can make me fall in love, You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me that good things&lt;br /&gt;Come to those who wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8880979861995148469?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8880979861995148469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8880979861995148469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-only-tell-you-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='I can only tell you how much I love you after you&apos;ve told me how much is eternal.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2964216819616689536</id><published>2009-02-17T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:00:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped a part, inside, apart, without you.</title><content type='html'>I'm like bored. o_o;; Is it me or is it me that people are taking longer than usual to reply on msn? D: (Ok, it's me.) Everyone is cropped up in something of their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vu9uqqnsEQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vu9uqqnsEQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2964216819616689536?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2964216819616689536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2964216819616689536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/ripped-part-inside-apart-without-you.html' title='Ripped a part, inside, apart, without you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-157708886396017738</id><published>2009-02-16T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:18:42.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry's not good enough.</title><content type='html'>Yay, I changed my blogskin. (Wanted to do that before 2009 but oh well... don't feel expressful in blogger nowadays anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't have much to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But when I do, you're never listening, so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;It's very much like a cycle if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be discreet about what I say, 'cause nothing I say matters anymore it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time, to finally learn. Something new. :D&lt;br /&gt;Something like...... (well something I wouldn't tell you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-157708886396017738?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/157708886396017738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/157708886396017738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorrys-not-good-enough.html' title='Sorry&apos;s not good enough.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3854747017729158727</id><published>2009-02-16T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:35:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're every minute of my every day; no, make it every moment of my every breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdH14BdmtAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdH14BdmtAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3854747017729158727?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3854747017729158727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3854747017729158727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-every-minute-of-my-every-day-no.html' title='You&apos;re every minute of my every day; no, make it every moment of my every breath.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-6888831429722209185</id><published>2009-02-16T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:10:41.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's just keep things at that. At least they'll always remain beautiful.</title><content type='html'>Been exercising. Heh. You should too. (Keeps my mind off things at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with my mum today and I immediately felt that my tummy became flatter. HAHAHAHA. (Okay, maybe it's because I haven't had dinner...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum and I walked home. From Ehub. X.x I was complaining how tired it is and my mum actually said "Small case!", and in english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me about how she used to spent 5 hours in total climbing and descending mountains, how she spent the day farming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love my imaginary lover. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-6888831429722209185?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6888831429722209185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6888831429722209185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-just-keep-things-at-that-at-least.html' title='Let&apos;s just keep things at that. At least they&apos;ll always remain beautiful.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7770043241617692050</id><published>2009-02-15T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:52:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like you better with your hair uncombed, dreamy eyes still half asleep, and voice alike a bass.</title><content type='html'>An email I received goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;*no offence to any Christians or Catholics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgen t matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Chinese shouldn't have Christian names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chang =&gt; Dirty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chin =&gt; Keep Quiet (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Chen =&gt; Dusty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cheng =&gt; Buttock (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Monica Cheng =&gt; Touching your buttocks (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Leow =&gt; You are dead (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tan =&gt; Frying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Leow =&gt; Lose till death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mah =&gt; Hate your mum (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Tai =&gt; Poor fellow (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chan =&gt; Bankrupt (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan =&gt; Bird laying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tong =&gt; Rubbish Bin (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Teng =&gt; Leg hair long (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mah =&gt; Call your mother (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Danny See =&gt; Squeeze you to death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Teng =&gt; Screws and nails (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Tsai =&gt; Nose droppings (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Macy Koh =&gt; Never die before (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7770043241617692050?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7770043241617692050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7770043241617692050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-you-better-with-your-hair.html' title='I like you better with your hair uncombed, dreamy eyes still half asleep, and voice alike a bass.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-429499287316073582</id><published>2009-02-14T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:14:25.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One chance for a lifetime; life isn't fair, is it?</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;But when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I felt something that seems so right&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got yours I’ve got mine&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I shouldn’t feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;How can time be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love let it go&lt;br /&gt;When it has no place to go&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go along pretending&lt;br /&gt;That love is in here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Catch me I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Without you from day to day&lt;br /&gt;I would die just thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I know we can never be&lt;br /&gt;More than friends, you and me&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;How can time be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I’ll see&lt;br /&gt;Why love did this to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can’t go along, pretending&lt;br /&gt;That love is in here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's wrong for me to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don’t know what to do without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I’m falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Feel so right all along&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch Me I'm Fallin'&lt;/strong&gt; - Toni Gonzaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-429499287316073582?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/429499287316073582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/429499287316073582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-chance-for-lifetime-life-isnt-fair.html' title='One chance for a lifetime; life isn&apos;t fair, is it?'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1903050885469536671</id><published>2009-02-13T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:56:53.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Security" needs a little fixing; how irony the repairman is the same thief.</title><content type='html'>Went T3 to send Kaho off just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at TCC to wait for time to pass, and while at it we ordered coffee. My first. Amazing? :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I finished a cup (and a pretty big cup it is) of coffee. It's Oreo &lt;em&gt;*something*&lt;/em&gt; Frappe. I forgot its middle name. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling kindda floaty, bit numb, and weird. Not used to coffee I guess. Caffeine? Is it what it's called? LOL. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty pleasure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I realised it's hard for me to ignore people's feelings, unless I did on purpose. I don't know why but I just don't wanna hurt you. And it's difficult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's so right, but it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fed myself with hope; and had myself disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feed you hope, just to make you disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up too, too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lea Salonga - I Honestly Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe I hang around here&lt;br /&gt;Little more than I should&lt;br /&gt;Both know I got somewhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;But I got something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I never thought I would&lt;br /&gt;But I believe you really ought to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to answer&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;This is pure and simple&lt;br /&gt;And you must realize&lt;br /&gt;That its coming from my heart and not my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;Im not tryin to make you feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Im not tryin to make you anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling doesnt come along everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you shouldnt blow the chance&lt;br /&gt;When youve got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we both were born in another place and time&lt;br /&gt;This moment might be ending with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;There you are with yours&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with mine&lt;br /&gt;So I guess well just be leaving it at this&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1903050885469536671?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1903050885469536671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1903050885469536671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/security-needs-little-fixing-how-irony.html' title='&quot;Security&quot; needs a little fixing; how irony the repairman is the same thief.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1017660219266431406</id><published>2009-02-12T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:04:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like waiting for the 25th hour; it feels more than forever; it feels like never.</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is feeling groggy, yet when I close my eyes I do not sleep. Instead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better being awake I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1017660219266431406?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1017660219266431406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1017660219266431406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-feels-like-waiting-for-25th-hour-it.html' title='It feels like waiting for the 25th hour; it feels more than forever; it feels like never.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7539171396053558279</id><published>2009-02-11T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:59:43.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of you; Pictures of me; Pictures we never had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwG6tYoYi_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwG6tYoYi_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find youtube to be much more presentable-looking than imeem nowadays. Their search box and advertisement sucks. :S Besides, youtube have pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7539171396053558279?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7539171396053558279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7539171396053558279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me-pictures.html' title='Pictures of you; Pictures of me; Pictures we never had.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4067289621015567445</id><published>2009-02-11T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:53:29.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only thought about you once today.. I never stopped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Things are really getting harder. (But what do you know?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCi-LV0QVzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCi-LV0QVzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4067289621015567445?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4067289621015567445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4067289621015567445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-only-thought-about-you-once-today-i.html' title='I only thought about you once today.. I never stopped.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3579788359183638745</id><published>2009-02-10T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:56:56.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I do leave, I won't be looking back.</title><content type='html'>Im so scared that you will see&lt;br /&gt;All the weakness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Im so scared of letting go&lt;br /&gt;That the pain I feel will show&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me speak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that if I start to&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to you know&lt;br /&gt;You belong in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love the hope&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For you I would fly&lt;br /&gt;At least I would try&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll take&lt;br /&gt;The last flight out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afriad that you will leave&lt;br /&gt;As my secrets have been revealed&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;(you'll always stay)&lt;br /&gt;Every breathing moment from now&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me speak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that if I start to&lt;br /&gt;That I'll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You belong in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love the hope&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For you I would fly&lt;br /&gt;At least I would try&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll take&lt;br /&gt;The last flight out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hold back the truth no more&lt;br /&gt;I let you wait too long(wait to long)&lt;br /&gt;Although it's hard&lt;br /&gt;It scares me so&lt;br /&gt;A life without you scares me more&lt;br /&gt;(scares me more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I would fly&lt;br /&gt;At least I would try&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll take&lt;br /&gt;The last flight out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You belong in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love the hope&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;For you I would fly&lt;br /&gt;At least I would try&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll take&lt;br /&gt;The last flight out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Flight Out&lt;/span&gt; - Plus One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3579788359183638745?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3579788359183638745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3579788359183638745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-do-leave-i-wont-be-looking-back.html' title='If I do leave, I won&apos;t be looking back.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2592645811831588274</id><published>2009-02-09T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:11:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're under the same big, full, round, magnificent moon of 50 years.</title><content type='html'>But we don't think of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we don't see the moon,&lt;br /&gt;but most likely because we don't love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2592645811831588274?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2592645811831588274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2592645811831588274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-under-same-big-full-round.html' title='We&apos;re under the same big, full, round, magnificent moon of 50 years.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7107934909334520071</id><published>2009-02-08T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:51:28.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things you just don't question</title><content type='html'>As far as i know,&lt;br /&gt;i regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;For all the stupid reasons and gay responses,&lt;br /&gt;i do, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7107934909334520071?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7107934909334520071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7107934909334520071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-you-just-dont-question.html' title='Some things you just don&apos;t question'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7685295529578819637</id><published>2009-02-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:49:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain is not easy, but it'll go away eventually.</title><content type='html'>Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;It's been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;It's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even wonder&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under&lt;br /&gt;These sheets&lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;It's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe we're trying)&lt;br /&gt;(Trying too hard)&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe we're torn apart)&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe the timing)&lt;br /&gt;(Is beating our hearts)&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_click_five/empty.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_click_five/empty.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7685295529578819637?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7685295529578819637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7685295529578819637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-is-not-easy-but-itll-go-away.html' title='The pain is not easy, but it&apos;ll go away eventually.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7330104019048413662</id><published>2009-02-07T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:54:00.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't be (re)moved</title><content type='html'>Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who's waiting on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_script/the_man_who_cant_be_moved.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_script/the_man_who_cant_be_moved.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7330104019048413662?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7330104019048413662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7330104019048413662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-be-removed.html' title='You can&apos;t be (re)moved'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-6107466514205934709</id><published>2009-02-05T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:37:32.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so unbelievable. And I don't want to let it go.</title><content type='html'>If only i understand what you were thinking, i wouldn't be behaving this way.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's okay, okay for you and me, to stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-6107466514205934709?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6107466514205934709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6107466514205934709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-unbelievable-and-i-dont-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s so unbelievable. And I don&apos;t want to let it go.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-6728085951307733839</id><published>2009-02-05T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:34:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of our life we don't know what we're doing; the other half we spend thinking about what we've done.</title><content type='html'>Life is a waste, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you find happiness in each day, life isn't such a waste at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you make someone else smile each day, life isn't such a waste at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-6728085951307733839?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6728085951307733839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6728085951307733839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-of-our-life-we-dont-know-what-were.html' title='Half of our life we don&apos;t know what we&apos;re doing; the other half we spend thinking about what we&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-9022892227891481889</id><published>2009-02-04T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:13:15.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see my future, I make my future; but you're so unhelpful.</title><content type='html'>So much to express, yet all I do is dream about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard voices in your head? Do you ever wonder if they were from the angel or the devil? I can't really tell the difference - they sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to keep up the pace, spontaneously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-9022892227891481889?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9022892227891481889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9022892227891481889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-my-future-i-make-my-future-but.html' title='I see my future, I make my future; but you&apos;re so unhelpful.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1851796776430926508</id><published>2009-02-03T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:57:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a job.</title><content type='html'>Omg you know what I just remembered I'm 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I'm still like below 16.... HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what's difficult? I'll tell you. What's difficult is trying to get you off my mind, and with that in mind, you never seem to be ever out of my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;s&gt;Something's burning but I don't know what.&lt;/s&gt; Some people burned offerings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1851796776430926508?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1851796776430926508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1851796776430926508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/gimme-job.html' title='Gimme a job.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3881318188039401727</id><published>2009-02-02T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:06:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More often than not, leading a good life is about thinking good things.</title><content type='html'>An end is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Mine? This one just began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3881318188039401727?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3881318188039401727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3881318188039401727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-often-than-not-leading-good-life.html' title='More often than not, leading a good life is about thinking good things.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4638077721928142436</id><published>2009-02-02T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:44:02.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss you, despite my attempts not to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b-b_4Ehq1Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b-b_4Ehq1Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/raxp8x/music/MXX7IE3n/3_doors_down_here_without_you/"&gt;Here without you - 3 doors down&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other song more apt than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4638077721928142436?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4638077721928142436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4638077721928142436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-miss-you-despite-my-attempts-not.html' title='I will miss you, despite my attempts not to.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7353238356061903990</id><published>2009-02-01T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:48:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No bus will drive my love away, no distance greater than knowing you're only a mile away, but I won't see you.</title><content type='html'>Ok. I don't know what to blog about. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened like the second time today omg! (By today I mean Saturday..)&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; had&lt;/strong&gt; things to blog about, but by the time my blogger loads, I forgot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15 people online, no one to talk to. Time: 3.07am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 Busy, 5 Away, 1 blocked, 6 Online, Including one robot and myself. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this strange feeling hanging in the air, not exactly a sense of loss though.&lt;br /&gt;Much more like something you know you will miss a lifetime, something like missing a person forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! Nevermind. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: I went to my &lt;strong&gt;gu po&lt;/strong&gt;'s house to bai nian. Come home. Watch tv. Eat dinner. Entertain relatives.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Stay home. Wait for relatives and friends to come over. Eat lunch. Entertain a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: A relative and my mum's friend came over really early. And why can't a single person give angbao! My relative gave me one but my mum said I wasn't supposed to accept it. =/ He's my mum's cousin's son I think, which makes him the same generation as me. I think. I'm not so good about those chinese terms for different generation of relatives. Then went to library to return book and borrow back the same book, 'cause I've been lazy and didn't read it until the last few days. And I haven't finished reading it duhhhhh. Met up with Mongyie and Zhangke cos ZK came back from the US! :) Went to a neighbourhood stall and had fries. The oreo ice blended taste quite good I think I might wanna buy it some time.... (I realise what I mean by sometimes - it never happens. I'm so lazy like that. Bleh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: I think I stayed home. Oh. No! My mum woke me up at 10am in the morning (10am omg?!!?!? WHYYYY ALWAYS 10AM??) Then we went to City Hall to walk. My mum intended to go to the Chun Dao He Pan but amazingly and not very wisely they decided to start the event at 6pm this year, with no notice. Ok, probably many of the people who went there didn't notice a change of time, but was there even a notice?! So disappointed, we went to Suntec City to walk. Shared a bowl of japanese noodles at the foodcourt which had books wallpaper as their "cutlery cleaning area", I don't know what's it called. Books! I wonder why. Do we eat paper, or by looking at books while eating makes us digest the content in them? K, the deco was nice though. Just weird I thought. Didn't buy anything cos the apparels cost a bomb. My mum caught attention of this leather bag she really liked and cost $300 and we were like HAR? WAIT WIN TOTO OK. LOL. Then I saw some other clothings but they cost almost a hundred. -.- Decided to go to the Branded Man's Wear Fair and my mum bought my dad 2 shirts. My dad likes bright coloured shirts that are short sleeved. I preferred dark coloured long sleeves! Looks more...._. And whatever I suggested to my mum she was like "Nono papa doesn't like this kind." :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Met Tracy, Fanghui and Vivien at Tmall. Yijie and Barry couldn't make it sadly. :( And I couldn't contact Nicholas he prolly changed his hp number. :((((((( Ate Fish&amp;amp;Co, my first. The nuggets were great. The tonic cola was great. The NY Fish and Chips were great. The service was great. Why? They knew us deep inside! It took them very long to serve us, so we could talk a little more. It took them even longer to give us the bill, which gave us even longer time to talk and do catching up with each other. The funny thing is, they seem to know we didn't want to leave so quickly as they took like AGES to collect our bill. LOL. Later we decided to sit down and talk at mac. It was a while later before we bought some ice cream cos we were in their territory, by any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later I went to the library because pork was sleeping. :( The book I wanted to read was loaned out so quickly, so I just grabbed another book which told what happened earlier before to a main character that wasn't written in the actual series. And I saw this person who looked &lt;strong&gt;awe&lt;/strong&gt;fully familiar, but I can't remember who. Until just a few hours ago. &lt;em&gt;This 3 person(I don't know same or not), looked alike. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later met Pork, Zk, Wc and Kaho for dinner. Wanted to watch movie but with no luck. So we just had dinner. And walked around tmall. And walked Zk to his bus stand. And walked to Pork's house. And I took bus home, while Wc walked Kaho home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I sounded boring, but... I can't really blog nowadays. :( Pardon my verbal tone of writing. Writing should never sound like verbal speech, but haiyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep falling for you, and I wonder why it doesn't hurt until a long time after.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimate my level of boredom by this:&lt;br /&gt;12 People Online, 3 Busy, 4 Away, 5 Online, including a msnbot and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: 3.44am, 10 Online, and I'm lazy with the rest of the details.&lt;br /&gt;Edit: 3.48am, 11 Online, blah blah blah........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7353238356061903990?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7353238356061903990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7353238356061903990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-bus-will-drive-my-love-away-no.html' title='No bus will drive my love away, no distance greater than knowing you&apos;re only a mile away, but I won&apos;t see you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1785868136616565645</id><published>2009-01-31T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:35:38.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temasek</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I just have nothing to blog nowadays. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the inspiration to blog is..... vanishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you get what I mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1785868136616565645?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1785868136616565645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1785868136616565645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/temasek.html' title='Temasek'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5245247217502487031</id><published>2009-01-30T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:22:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given all the time in this world, what has passed remains passed.</title><content type='html'>If I were quicker by 5 minutes, no make it 15 minutes, on Sunday the 25th Jan, I could have borrowed (or actually asked someone to help me borrow) &lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no idea when it will take for the next book to be available in the library, seriously before the movie. :( Gahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny book. Straight forward, yet subtle humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of paragraphs can be read here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/excerpts/2004-09-08-hes-just_x.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/excerpts/2004-09-08-hes-just_x.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The Subtle Knife is killing the part of my brain which controls "anticipation". A good book keeps the reader wanting to know the end of the story right away, yet at the thought of it makes you sad that such a great book is gonna end like that. Spirit war, daemons, spectres, spell that open doors to another world, this one mystery man that seem to have appeared in different worlds and is hunted by people in different worlds, this one powerful man that has the ability to split the world apart and calls upon angels and machines to help him fight a Spirit war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I started a book craze. x.x (I still have Inkheart &amp;amp; Twilight &amp;amp; I haven't read L.O.T.R. even though that was like yearsssss ago...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5245247217502487031?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5245247217502487031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5245247217502487031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/given-all-time-in-this-world-what-has.html' title='Given all the time in this world, what has passed remains passed.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8817129405619514626</id><published>2009-01-29T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:12:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the chance; a change, charge!</title><content type='html'>Well, happy new year once again! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's hard to stay away from thoughts that I shouldn't be thinking, yet just thinking about "Not thinking of it" comes a trail load of nonsense, if you get what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A deal... Is sometimes more of a sacrifice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One you cannot trade, the one which really breaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8817129405619514626?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8817129405619514626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8817129405619514626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-chance-change-charge.html' title='Take the chance; a change, charge!'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4593262025466372756</id><published>2009-01-26T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:54:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4593262025466372756?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4593262025466372756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4593262025466372756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4297095458996377750</id><published>2009-01-25T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:08:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXw6LF88EGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YL6n01e4kRM/s1600-h/1b51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295171224131604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXw6LF88EGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YL6n01e4kRM/s200/1b51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4297095458996377750?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4297095458996377750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4297095458996377750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/nicole.html' title='NICOLE'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXw6LF88EGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/YL6n01e4kRM/s72-c/1b51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-6750047658335033688</id><published>2009-01-25T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:51:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Subtle Knife</title><content type='html'>Ok. I think my blog needs a change. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start reading my library book which is due on 28th Jan, but I haven't read it yet. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Subtle Knife&lt;/strong&gt;, sequal to The Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If pain can erase things; If pain can change things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF. Only it doesn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-6750047658335033688?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6750047658335033688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6750047658335033688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/subtle-knife.html' title='The Subtle Knife'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1848375071355279266</id><published>2009-01-24T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:40:56.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I try, the even more I fail; I'm damn bad at this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2915706524_2ef78d1ce3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2915706524_2ef78d1ce3.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INKHEART.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like getting the book! :x But I haven't even got my Twilight series yet.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1848375071355279266?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1848375071355279266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1848375071355279266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-i-try-even-more-i-fail-im-damn-bad.html' title='The more I try, the even more I fail; I&apos;m damn bad at this.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7260045128013657720</id><published>2009-01-23T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:46:28.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pain that's killing me everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http//www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidarchuleta/tobewithyou.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Archuleta - To Be With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone so many nights now,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waitin' for the stars to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I keep holdin' out for what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am staring at the moon tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you look in this light.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're somewhere thinkin' about me too.&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, there's nothing I wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two worlds spinnin' apart&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally meet, I'll know it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the end of my restless road.&lt;br /&gt;But this journey, it was worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, just to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you for the very first time, never letting go.&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give to feel that way...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't imagine two worlds spinnin' apart&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're standin' here in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that God does exist.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause He will have answered every single prayer.&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, just to be with you, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7260045128013657720?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7260045128013657720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7260045128013657720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-thats-killing-me-everyday.html' title='A pain that&apos;s killing me everyday'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4786471825257775764</id><published>2009-01-21T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:26:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can no longer love you, I'm fighting it, I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One day I won't be around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I can't harness any power,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But regardless of that, there'll never be one day I don't love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rgInHvW8Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rgInHvW8Ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4786471825257775764?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4786471825257775764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4786471825257775764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-no-longer-love-you-im-fighting-it.html' title='I can no longer love you, I&apos;m fighting it, I am.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7985065044405984637</id><published>2009-01-20T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:52:53.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll trade you the whole world, mine, I mean. (For the thing that's keeping you alive.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwRgQoXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/50KMs1CHm_Y/s1600-h/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293401138535764898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwRgQoXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/50KMs1CHm_Y/s200/1.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSFQaCdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YpE41qqmEoE/s1600-h/2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293401137867773282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSFQaCdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YpE41qqmEoE/s200/2.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSgxB1WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fKK7oHS8chI/s1600-h/3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293401130483190226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSgxB1WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fKK7oHS8chI/s200/3.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSjQSk6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hUJGES3sYTY/s1600-h/end.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293401120552017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwSjQSk6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hUJGES3sYTY/s200/end.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to lose all I have, because I've lost everything I don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll cherish, and I'll keep the faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13: 4-7 (NLT) - &lt;em&gt;Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7985065044405984637?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7985065044405984637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7985065044405984637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-trade-you-whole-world-mine-i-mean.html' title='I&apos;ll trade you the whole world, mine, I mean. (For the thing that&apos;s keeping you alive.)'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SXXwRgQoXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/50KMs1CHm_Y/s72-c/1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5062510016849539517</id><published>2009-01-20T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:27:06.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Further than now, is it better this way?</title><content type='html'>It's best this way, when you still remember each and everyone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Where they're still close by.&lt;br /&gt;While they still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else matters?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight&lt;br /&gt;It slips right through your hands&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever understand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5062510016849539517?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5062510016849539517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5062510016849539517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/further-than-now-is-it-better-this-way.html' title='Further than now, is it better this way?'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4150345610378252946</id><published>2009-01-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:26:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?</title><content type='html'>Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4150345610378252946?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4150345610378252946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4150345610378252946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-believe-in-love-at-first-sight.html' title='Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3557991972922923152</id><published>2009-01-17T13:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:25:18.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is not about being all right, it's about having always tried.</title><content type='html'>Flawless is not perfection; attempts are what shape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you said that that was the perfect choice, have you tried the other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause I believe you should give yourself a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ooooh Ooooh I wanna be girl let me be&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything your man's not&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna give you&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are more than a man needs&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say you're truly my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get cha&lt;br /&gt;If it takes me until forever&lt;br /&gt;No you don't feel me&lt;br /&gt;If forever turns into never&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know my love&lt;br /&gt;Is just as strong&lt;br /&gt;And for you never just ain't that long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the smile you put on your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your hands when you say your grace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where ever is your favorite place&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be close&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the hat you put on your head&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sheets you put on your bed&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the skirt wrapped around your legs&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I just wanna be close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the day turns into night&lt;br /&gt;I will love you by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;And even if the water starts to run over&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to put you on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And if it's hard for you to get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will sing you a melody&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time, cause I pray one day&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the smile you put on your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your hands when you say your grace&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where ever is your favorite place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just wanna be close&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the hat you put on your head&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sheets you put on your bed&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the skirt wrapped around your legs&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my life is filled&lt;br /&gt;With ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;When you're around&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm in a storm&lt;br /&gt;And my nights are cold&lt;br /&gt;Reach out your hands for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;See you're my queen on a throne&lt;br /&gt;And you're the reason&lt;br /&gt;For a song and I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To fill you up with love&lt;br /&gt;Fill you with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Your stars, and your moon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a hot summer day in June&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the smell&lt;br /&gt;Of your sweet perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Or I just wanna be close&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That bear ya life brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;That's so faithful and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna be the man down that aisle&lt;br /&gt;In that suit, yes&lt;br /&gt;Or I just wanna be close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Avant - I Wanna Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3557991972922923152?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3557991972922923152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3557991972922923152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfection-is-not-about-being-all-right.html' title='Perfection is not about being all right, it&apos;s about having always tried.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4855533386051157938</id><published>2009-01-16T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:04:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDS, still waiting.</title><content type='html'>Ok. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free mp3 isn't an ipod shuffle. :( Just in the shape of one. LOL. =.= And to my surprise my dad had the same mp3, same colour, same ipod shuffle design, given out by his company and it's 2GB omg! My comp can't connect this current mp3 so I don't know what its size is. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo DS... Needa wait until we've been successfully registered into the course before a lucky draw for DS and PSP will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, no frets, still praying for DS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeee let mee getttt ittttttt.!!!!!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4855533386051157938?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4855533386051157938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4855533386051157938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/nds-still-waiting.html' title='NDS, still waiting.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1860846670934196716</id><published>2009-01-16T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:06:04.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINTENDO DS! COME TO ME!</title><content type='html'>Lol. If you haven't seen this, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kotrtcomic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kotrtcomic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, haven't been blogging frequently, so let me recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Went TP in the morning. Totally psyched to go FDM. (More details later.) After that I met up with my cousins at Orchard and we ate at a Japanese-western restaurant for dinner. We had Spinach Spaghetti (Really good! It's green and it's tasty! MUST TRY!), a small prawn pasta, really salty vegetables, bacon and seaweed pizza and egg spaghetti. (PS I had spaghetti in the noon too.... LOL..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food are really delicious, so western yet it taste authentically japanese! The pizza is really really crispy and the cheese and seaweed don't taste local. Btw, the crust is like paper thin! Cooler than pizza hut's viva pizza or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a really filling meal my cousins gave me a surprise early birthday celebration! Hahaha. First time I had people singing me a birthday song in public! HAHAHA feels good actually! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep. And more sleep. Submitted my JAE choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diploma in Integrated Facility Design &amp;amp; Management (FDM)&lt;br /&gt;2. Diploma in Psychology Studies&lt;br /&gt;3. Diploma in Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Management (HTM)&lt;br /&gt;4. Diploma in Leisure &amp;amp; Resort Management (LRM)&lt;br /&gt;5. Diploma in Law &amp;amp; Management&lt;br /&gt;6. Diploma in Game and Entertainment Technology&lt;br /&gt;7. Psychology &amp;amp; Community Services&lt;br /&gt;8. Tourism &amp;amp; Resort Management&lt;br /&gt;9. Diploma in Human Resource Management with Psychology&lt;br /&gt;10. Diploma in Tourism and Resort Management&lt;br /&gt;11. Diploma in Games Design &amp;amp; Development&lt;br /&gt;12. Tampines Junior College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme list the pros &amp;amp; cons of FDM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Free Ipod shuffle/PSP/Nintendo DS for putting FDM as first choice.&lt;/strong&gt; DS! Tempting isn't it? But don't worry I didn't put it as first choice just because of that! And I'm not sure if the DS is still available. Ipod shuffle isn't so bad too, considering that I don't have an mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Bright future.&lt;/strong&gt; Since it's facilities management, I can work at many places. But IR is a good choice definitely, sure high bonus. HAHAHA. Think future, think money. Plus Ken told me to choose a course for it's worth. So I'm approved by a six pointer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;In demand.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a pretty new course, and the IR will be lacking manpower in this area. I'll be in demand so job searching won't be too far away to reach it. Besides, students who have yet to graduate have already secured careers in the IR or Sands (some resort I think)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; Broad opportunities.&lt;/strong&gt; I will be learning a bit of everything. So no worries about changing what I wanna do in the future! From hospitality and tourism to banking and finance to property agent to architectural design to civil engineering, what's there to worry? (Psychology is a good course, yet I'm not one who will do well in counselling or social work I think... Since ya know it's kindda like a volunteer kindda thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Engineering school.&lt;/strong&gt; I would be able to see pretty Mongyie pretty often! Need I say more? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;2nd tier jobs.&lt;/strong&gt; I will be looking at job aspects in the second tier. First tier includes HTM &amp;amp; LRM and other front line jobs like desk reception etc. In the second tier I would be managing these people! WAHAHAHA. Speak about facilities management. Hehhh. FDM learn a bit of everything not for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;New experience.&lt;/strong&gt; I think it's time for me to look out of the box I've closed myself in. Time to seek something new, something fun, exciting, thrilling, and this is a leap of faith. Trust myself. Trust the IR, trust Singapore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Less competitive.&lt;/strong&gt; Because this is the first course catered for facilities management in IR! Courses like LRM and HTM probably have half of the poly students eyeing them like candies. And there's an overload of HTM students. My cousin mentioned that her friends from HTM found it difficult to find jobs. So yes, FDM FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Overkill certifications.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www-eng.tp.edu.sg/eng_home/eng_courses/eng_ft_courses/eng_fdm_home/eng_fdm_certification.htm"&gt;You need to check the website on this one. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;No need worry about Cut Off Points!&lt;/strong&gt; COP 16. Less worries compared to HTM and LRM don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Sorry only ONE. It's considered engineering, so the modules are geared towards engineering. But it's not so bad! My dad did Electronic Engineering! I might have inherited some of his genius genes in relation to engineering. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This sounds like paid advertisement for FDM. -.- The lecturer really won me over on their side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add: Engineering School provides scholarships! I'm applying! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TP Scholarship 4U...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear “O” level graduate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have received your “O” level results by now, and we hope that you have done well.&lt;br /&gt;As you consider your further studies options, we would like to inform you that you can get a TP scholarship to do your diploma course at Temasek Engineering School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criteria for getting this scholarship is your “O” level results and CCA record during your secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get this scholarship, we will pay for your entire 3-year course at Temasek Engineering School, worth about $7,500. In addition, you may also be selected to undergo a Student Leadership Programme and have the chance to take part in overseas programmes as well as leadership and talent development programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get into TP, you can apply for this scholarship. The closing date for applications is 30 April 2009. Application forms are available at our JAE centre and students’ One-Stop Service Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do opt for a course at Temasek Engineering School as your first choice at JAE ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1860846670934196716?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1860846670934196716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1860846670934196716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/nintendo-ds-come-to-me.html' title='NINTENDO DS! COME TO ME!'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8035655361542577269</id><published>2009-01-14T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:04:25.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always remember you, always.</title><content type='html'>Thank you, for always being there, your presence.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;4 Years ago, if it'd been more obvious, I wouldn't be sitting here regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how courage tears us apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8035655361542577269?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8035655361542577269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8035655361542577269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-always-remember-you-always.html' title='I&apos;ll always remember you, always.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2194474151129058814</id><published>2009-01-13T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:09:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me a ticket, plan me an escape, my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For you've taken away my heart, and sucked away my breath, and what else can I ask of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE &amp;amp; OVER WITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Expected results. Almost the same as prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Because I'll never be good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是爱我们的爱&lt;br /&gt;还不确定却好实在&lt;br /&gt;把你贴在胸怀&lt;br /&gt;静静的代替表白&lt;br /&gt;再不愿放开&lt;br /&gt;这是爱给你的爱&lt;br /&gt;没名字却停不下来&lt;br /&gt;在忐忑里期待&lt;br /&gt;却越总想到未来是你我才明白这就是爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chinese song that Mongyie sent me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2194474151129058814?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2194474151129058814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2194474151129058814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-me-ticket-plan-me-escape-my-love.html' title='Get me a ticket, plan me an escape, my love.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7854671341664284620</id><published>2009-01-12T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:15:58.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet not yet</title><content type='html'>It's not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7854671341664284620?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7854671341664284620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7854671341664284620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-yet-not-yet.html' title='Not yet not yet'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4141252683318824829</id><published>2009-01-09T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:02:40.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngee Ann legacy</title><content type='html'>If Ngee Ann Poly was in Tampines, like Ngee Ann Sec, I'd definitely go there. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE ONLY POLY THAT GAVE AWAY GOODIE BAGS AND A CRAZY LOT OF FREEBIES. Like free popcorn, free drinks, free Cup-O-Luck... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Poly was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Poly was even smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stick to the plan, damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4141252683318824829?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4141252683318824829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4141252683318824829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ngee-ann-legacy.html' title='Ngee Ann legacy'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-627512673451718665</id><published>2009-01-08T03:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:12:16.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're funny in the way how you never fail to make me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2 fallen angels in 3 heavens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.45 AM now. And. Silence can be pretty deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see my week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - TP Open House, Bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Where is the originality omg. Bugis bugis bugisssssss?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Friday, please, no Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no surprise already, but look here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/400799/1/.html"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE: The Ministry of Education said the results of the 2008 GCE O-Level Examination will be released on January 12. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Education Ministry said posting results are tentatively scheduled to be out on January 30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. (I don't like using this word, but this word effectively brings out how I feel right now.) Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know what to expect of myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know if I can meet the expectation of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't know how my emotions are going to take the wheel on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, to everyone who reads this, please do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; ask for my results on that day, or any other day thereafter. I'll tell you if I want to. (Ok, not like everyone would be reading this....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everytime I see you, undeniably I don't want to take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everytime I think of you, irresistably I want to hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yet everytime reality sets in, I don't have the courage to even speak to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're there by my side &lt;br /&gt;In every way &lt;br /&gt;I know that you would not forsake me &lt;br /&gt;I give you my life &lt;br /&gt;Would not think twice &lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I need believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not say it quite as much as I should &lt;br /&gt;When I say I love you darling that means for good &lt;br /&gt;So open up your heart and let me in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;br /&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;br /&gt;And we'll get there &lt;br /&gt;This I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how I ever got by &lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life to guide me &lt;br /&gt;Where ever I go the one thing that's true &lt;br /&gt;Is everything I do I do for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not say it half as much as I should &lt;br /&gt;When I say I love you darling that means for good &lt;br /&gt;So open up your heart and let me in &lt;br /&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;br /&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;br /&gt;And we'll get there &lt;br /&gt;This I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever you get weary&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out for me &lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;br /&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;br /&gt;And we'll get there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you 'til forever &lt;br /&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together &lt;br /&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight &lt;br /&gt;And we'll get there &lt;br /&gt;Ohh we'll get there&lt;br /&gt;This I swear&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I Swear - Nick Lachey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-627512673451718665?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/627512673451718665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/627512673451718665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-funny-in-way-how-you-never-fail.html' title='You&apos;re funny in the way how you never fail to make me laugh'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-530920601782691239</id><published>2009-01-07T03:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:52:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to hear you speak my name.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if what I'm doing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really don't like explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that lies are easier to believe than truths?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that lies are easier to speak than the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you lie, people believe,&lt;br /&gt;and when you tell the truth, they think you're lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm caught within this thin, faded line of white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell them apart anymore, but maybe there isn't a specific white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry is the hardest word to say, when you really mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've found a crack in my resistance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've found a way to wear me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah I just look at you and there's no where out so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I forgot to mention on my previous post that while at Bugis on Monday with Juliet and Elaine, we've heard a couple of times a song on the radio that goes "Stay away from Juliet..." Hahahah! Damn funny! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-530920601782691239?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/530920601782691239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/530920601782691239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-hear-you-speak-my-name.html' title='I need to hear you speak my name.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7425220253845231603</id><published>2009-01-05T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:25:43.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let the fear of striking out stop you from playing the game</title><content type='html'>Wild Child - Awesome cast, same thing. Handsome handsome handsome male lead. Beautiful female lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay just getting on with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7425220253845231603?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7425220253845231603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7425220253845231603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-let-fear-of-striking-out-stop-you.html' title='Never let the fear of striking out stop you from playing the game'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1265860213759824127</id><published>2009-01-05T03:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:17:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, because it's where Prince Charming will find you.</title><content type='html'>I actually typed "fleep" instead of "find" in my title. LOL. Where Prince Charming will fleep you. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;. Woo. :D Wished I were part of a fairytale. Movies are so misleading. The male lead is always gorgeous, bright, everything, and the female lead is always tantalising, and they &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; find their happy endings after a series of plotted events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's become so hard&lt;br /&gt;For me to be surprised&lt;br /&gt;You're bringin back the real me&lt;br /&gt;No judgement in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I dance with you&lt;br /&gt;It's how I speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;Just classic when we met&lt;br /&gt;Now you made me new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kissdasun/music/JV7gh6Ep/drew_seeley_selena_gomez_new_classic/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/kissdasun/music/JV7gh6Ep/drew_seeley_selena_gomez_new_classic/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Movie: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Juliet can explain. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my previous blog title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1265860213759824127?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1265860213759824127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1265860213759824127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep-because-its-where-prince-charming.html' title='Sleep, because it&apos;s where Prince Charming will find you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2315637536216474866</id><published>2009-01-04T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:17:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/albums/movies/a%20cinderella%20story/promotional/acinderellastorypubg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/albums/movies/a%20cinderella%20story/promotional/normal_acinderellastorypubp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/albums/movies/a%20cinderella%20story/promotional/acinderellastorypubh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/albums/movies/a%20cinderella%20story/promotional/normal_acinderellastorypubz001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome? Very. Yes I know. LOL. Especially the costume. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos taken from &lt;a href="http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=143"&gt;http://chadmmurray.org/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=143&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2315637536216474866?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2315637536216474866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2315637536216474866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5278490399979334259</id><published>2009-01-03T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:41:11.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much in the world to do, yet all pointless without you.</title><content type='html'>I found out it's not what you're doing (study, work, play, have meals with, etc) that's making you happy, it's who you're doing things with that's making you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you have money but no one to buy gifts for.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you have a luxurious apartment but no family to care for.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you have friends but no one to talk to when you really needed company.&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHERISHING&lt;/span&gt; LA. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my dad's birthday but he has been working since early morning till now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realised it's not how many things I wanna do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realised it's how much I wanted to [just] be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*music* &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/QSKy3D_/music/PfRFOG9L/westlife_world_of_our_own/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/QSKy3D_/music/PfRFOG9L/westlife_world_of_our_own/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If I said the past doesn't bother me, I'd be lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But I'll accept. Because. It's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5278490399979334259?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5278490399979334259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5278490399979334259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-in-world-to-do-yet-all.html' title='So much in the world to do, yet all pointless without you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1912068347211500817</id><published>2009-01-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:50:55.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vous serez mon amoureux pour toujours</title><content type='html'>Not very exact but nevermind! LOL. It's only a title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year, feels like the same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the same every year, because it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1912068347211500817?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1912068347211500817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1912068347211500817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/vous-serez-mon-amoureux-pour-toujours.html' title='Vous serez mon amoureux pour toujours'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-4690246234279056691</id><published>2009-01-01T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:21:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 2009! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah wishing everyone success for 2009! (Ma dao cheng gong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in academics,&lt;br /&gt;Success in love,&lt;br /&gt;Success in career,&lt;br /&gt;Success in EVERYTHING! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks live on Channel 5 was really brilliant! (Better than those usual ones I've seen in Singapore.) A good start. :D Okay la although not really "live" but still very nice! xD I realise fireworks are more beautiful when watched from far. Usually at the scene we cannot get to appreciate the full view. So yeap, HAPPY 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;and bless me. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-4690246234279056691?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4690246234279056691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/4690246234279056691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3050186634816782245</id><published>2008-12-31T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:10:55.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really really can't bear to leave you behind</title><content type='html'>and I'm not even sure myself if I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a new year is arising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start anew, &lt;em&gt;time to leave the baggage behind&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've realised things were getting too complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3050186634816782245?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3050186634816782245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3050186634816782245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-really-cant-bear-to-leave-you.html' title='I really really can&apos;t bear to leave you behind'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3279546510495110759</id><published>2008-12-30T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:25:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/84jUtkA6x1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/84jUtkA6x1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ZhWpfP/music/s8Wiv6O7/regina_spektor_the_call_narnia_soundtrackmp3/"&gt;The Call (Narnia Soundtrack).MP3 - Regina Spektor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song I feel when I see you in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Call&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/strong&gt; (OST of Narnia: Prince Caspian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never been this way before&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: The actor Prince Caspian is really good looking. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3279546510495110759?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3279546510495110759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3279546510495110759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-of-2008.html' title='The last of 2008'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7704128572511839196</id><published>2008-12-25T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:16:34.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day to be jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Boxing Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in Singapore the next few days so I'll wish you all in advance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Santa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do you put into words, feelings that are beyond words? Words won't do justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted things to last, so last they will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7704128572511839196?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7704128572511839196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7704128572511839196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-d.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3468269990114790018</id><published>2008-12-24T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:52:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're goin' on 17, and still believein' Santa Claus is real.</title><content type='html'>Ooooh well, we all live in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very bored. No games for Christmas....... D: Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what I've been doing these days not playing any game, it's so weird, empty, and &lt;strong&gt;meaningless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I've been questioning myself what am I here for, to breathe in the air? Or to make a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alone can make changes...? To what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone had a purpose in life I wonder why isn't our purpose clearly defined so that we actually know what we should be doing, and not wander about life aimlessly.... like how I've spent my past 16 years, thinking about what I should do, what I am supposed to do, what I am designed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone had a purpose in life, his/her purpose should be laid down as clearly as breakfast on the table. Otherwise what is the purpose for if the purpose is unknown? What if you wasted your whole life searching for yours? If not, maybe life doesn't have much purpose at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how will I know? The answer is as undefined as my purpose. Evolution huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the whole concept of having a purpose is evolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3468269990114790018?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3468269990114790018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3468269990114790018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-youre-goin-on-17-and-still.html' title='When you&apos;re goin&apos; on 17, and still believein&apos; Santa Claus is real.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3520896912846966719</id><published>2008-12-23T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:49:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every time you're near I feel like I'm in heaven</title><content type='html'>Supposing you've heard the Shayne Ward version and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this! Original singer. :D I think it's better. Heard it yesterday on my way home, it was played by the taxi's music player. Very very very very very nicely sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVSCCPX3tgA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVSCCPX3tgA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need for any promises, I'll never even leave you to promise to be back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3520896912846966719?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3520896912846966719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3520896912846966719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-time-youre-near-i-feel-like-im-in.html' title='Every time you&apos;re near I feel like I&apos;m in heaven'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7535723896332595860</id><published>2008-12-20T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:28:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it tomorrow yet?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we didn't get to finish all the arts exhibit, still. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no frets! We shall be going again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Suting says he is going to find all the museums in Singapore and visit them one by one. (Please don't forget me! I don't wanna grow mushrooms :PP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Bx found Zhilin to go with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, we are all becoming weirdos. :x I hope my hairstyle won't be changing too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the longer you look at those arts, the more appealling they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I'm going again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna come? Heh! Aesthetics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And har I just got cheated by a bus uncle today cause of my own absentmindedness. My EZLink was in my pocket, but I forgot, and I told the uncle I didn't have my ezlink card and he said to pay $1.20. Just after I paid it and collected the bus ticket, I touched my pocket and pfft my EZLink card is with me. *Sigh* This lesson cost 75c to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburn cream is making my hair stick together, really argh. :( I'm irritated with my hair. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imeem is uber gay. With their search box (some money making frauds). ZZzzz.&lt;br /&gt;THERE: &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/trangboo/music/q-v06nto/blue_blue_guilty/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/trangboo/music/q-v06nto/blue_blue_guilty/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When all I want to do is speak my mind (speak my mind)&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to testify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If loving you with all my heart's a crime&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm guilty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' R&amp;amp;B is always better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden there's so many things I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like going to Mt Faber (on bike!?) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come people people let's do this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS &lt;/strong&gt;My sunburn is itching, my skin is peeling. Sigh..... How am I going to... tomorrow.... sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've gave it all my might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've tried again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been injured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and I've given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've teared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've predicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and I've lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've stood back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've retaliate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've pained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've pined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've suffered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've misered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but most importantly, I've learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've tried to walk away - nope no use - so now I won't try anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've tried to talk myself out - nope no use - so now I don't do it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So now I'll try, to just leave it to time, and I believe, one day I'll come to light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7535723896332595860?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7535723896332595860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7535723896332595860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-tomorrow-yet.html' title='Is it tomorrow yet?'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7912989570274186857</id><published>2008-12-19T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:45:17.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was recovering, but scars don't go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The scar acts as a reminder, to which my wound keeps opening; and tears that I've tried to hide the days I weren't much thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are in a swirl now, kindda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... I'm just suddenly tired of games. HA? If you will ever hear it from me, it's now. My computer restarted due to an automated update and when I log back into desktop I lost my determination to play... It was my favourite game though, one of my earliest games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. some other feelings. Messed up. I think it's related to my messed up body clock. :/ I tried sleeping at 2am. Result? I DIDN'T FREAKING SLEEP. I tossed and turned and closed my eyes and breathed slowly and the next thing I knew the room was bright and I couldn't lie in bed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad bought me a new hard disk cause the old one was really cranky (it takes a while to start up and "Lack of virtual disk space" keeps bugging me.) I haven't changed the hard disk though... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there are things I don't want to let go. I think I actually developed feelings for my computer, it's like my electronic boyfriend. I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; spend more than 3/4 of my life with my computer I think. Removing any part of it is.... IDK! I told ya my feelings are haywire ATM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunburn is burning. It's painful, and red, and applying sunburn cream doesn't ease the burning much. :( My muscles are aching, too. But I had a good night's sleep yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, times like now, I feel like life is nothing real. The good times are dreamlike, the bad times are nightmares. I feel like life is transient. Life is a short span of a hundred years if you are really lucky, but at that age death would have been an escape. Diseases, illness, vulnerability- life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up hills are long and arduous, down slopes are breathtaking yet short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I need to sleep, though it's only 3.38AM, I think if I don't sleep now I'm going to go on babbling about whatever that comes into my mind unknowningly, things that has been translated from my intangible thoughts into words that make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the world is everything, yet other times the world leaves only you behind, rid of everything you dearly hold so that you'll dwell in your own pathetic rut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7912989570274186857?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7912989570274186857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7912989570274186857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-i-was-recovering-but-scars.html' title='I thought I was recovering, but scars don&apos;t go away.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3385693033026326087</id><published>2008-12-17T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:55:35.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lactic Acid</title><content type='html'>First time I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cycled from Pasir Ris to Changi, around Changi Village, a stretch of East Coast Park around Airport, Marine Parade, Katong, Suntec City until we reached The Singapore Arts Museum. (Such a long distance... My shoulders, legs, and butt gave way to weakness)&lt;br /&gt;- Heard of Changi Hotel, and entered it.&lt;br /&gt;- Tried Peranakan snacks.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a taste of steak.... and blood...... (It's good though. =x)&lt;br /&gt;- Went into an Indian temple.&lt;br /&gt;- Went into the Singapore Arts Museum (but we didn't explore finish everything).&lt;br /&gt;- Thought so deeply about art and what it actually is trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw a guy with really weird hairstyle. (I guess it's an art.)&lt;br /&gt;- Crossed a red traffic light intentionally. (I very guai one lo xD)&lt;br /&gt;- Crossed a road with only vehicle traffic lights. (Pretty frightening.)&lt;br /&gt;- Had a caterpillar crawling on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw worms in my bag. (3 or 4 of them omg.)&lt;br /&gt;- Know that Changi has many chalets that are super super cool.&lt;br /&gt;- Heard of Johor Battery.&lt;br /&gt;- Know that ECP has very scenic trees. (They are like high up and their leaves are very thin and you should go see it.)&lt;br /&gt;- Cycled this far, sunburnt, but had a lot of fun. (Though my legs are... useless it seems to me now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is like what... Body building week?&lt;br /&gt;Just last Sunday I walked from Tampines Interchange back home. Luckily there was always someone there. Otherwise, so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inexplicably, I found my answer, yet this answer I couldn't accept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3385693033026326087?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3385693033026326087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3385693033026326087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/lactic-acid.html' title='Lactic Acid'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7489869797241380068</id><published>2008-12-17T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:35:36.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every pain you feel makes you stronger than before</title><content type='html'>This is purely a joke that I copy-pasted from a game forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the head of the family , so call me The President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nanny , we will consider her the Working Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about that and see if it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.&lt;br /&gt;He gives up and goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep.The People are being ignored and the Future is i n deep ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Facts for this Name (Sijin Chen):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 33% of the letters are vowels. Of one million first and last names we looked at, 60.6% have a higher vowel make-up. This means you are averagely envoweled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In ASCII binary it is... 01010011 01101001 01101010 01101001 01101110 00100000 01000011 01101000 01100101 01101110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Backwards, it is Nijis Nehc... nice ring to it, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In Pig Latin, it is Ijinsay Enchay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.People with this first name are probably: Male or female... We don't know yet. We're working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Origin and Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forename:&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Hmmm... Sorry, we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surname:&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Chinese origins - from name of the region of Chen in present-day Henan province. Gui Man, a descendant of the emperor Shun (2257?2205 B.C.), was selected by Wu Wang, the first king of the Zhou dynasty in 1122 B.C., to guard the memory of the ancient emperors to help Wu Wang remain in power. Gui Man was granted the region of Chen and was posthumously named Chen Hugong, and his descendants came to adopt the surname Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Didn't Know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your personal power animal is the Short-beaked Echidna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 'Numerology' number is 1. If it wasn't bulls**t, it would mean that you are ambitious, independent, and self-sufficient. Although you are generally happy, loving, dynamic and charismatic, you can sometimes be egotistical, selfish and melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. According to the US Census Bureau°, fewer than 0.001% of US residents have the first name 'Sijin' and 0.0436% have the surname 'Chen'. The US has around 300 million residents, so we guesstimate there is only 1 American who goes by the name Sijin Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isthisyour.name/name.php?forename=Sijin&amp;amp;surname=Chen"&gt;http://www.isthisyour.name/name.php?forename=Sijin&amp;amp;surname=Chen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. The person in the related blog posts is so not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7489869797241380068?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7489869797241380068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7489869797241380068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-pain-you-feel-makes-you-stronger.html' title='Every pain you feel makes you stronger than before'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1861335225810274888</id><published>2008-12-16T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:29:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't usually fall, but when I do, I fall my hardest.</title><content type='html'>Ok, haven't been blogging because of work and a long lost beloved. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;, you ask? Why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.... I don't really feel like I have much to blog about either. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep psyching myself about things that don't matter, but my wishes were unheard of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1861335225810274888?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1861335225810274888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1861335225810274888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-usually-fall-but-when-i-do-i.html' title='I don&apos;t usually fall, but when I do, I fall my hardest.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1135668541198647415</id><published>2008-12-11T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:37:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th song: Another You - Cascada</title><content type='html'>Saw it on Tracy's blog, decided to do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;I used my Driftcity music playlist.&lt;br /&gt;It's super entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your Windows Media Player/iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THE SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;All Out Of Love - Air Supply (No, I'm so lost without you. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' - Jesse McCartney (There's a line that goes "No stress no stress no stress, girl you deserve nothing but the best". Wahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Human - Jon McLaughlin (Actually I like vampires more. =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt (My life is brilliant, my life is pure. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;This I Promise You - N'Sync (I've loved you forever and lifetimes before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Listen To Your Heart - D.H.T. (This is true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;In Pieces (Bonus Track) - Backstreet Boys (Errr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Break Your Heart - Backstreet Boys (I suppose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis (Commentless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;The Way You Look At Me (Album Version) - Christian Bautista (Hello, I don't go for my maths teacher. x.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Skyway Avenue - We The Kings (I'll die for you on Skyway Avenue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting (Eh how did my music player know this?!?$@&amp;amp;*$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;For You I Will (Confidence) - Teddy Geiger (Yes I will do anything for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;What Makes You Different (Makes You Beautiful) - Backstreet Boys (Oh oh I'm going to be something different.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Say Goodbye - Chris Brown (WTH LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (Own qn) What do you think of when you see the person you don't like?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Say - BBMak (Yeah, I can't say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (Own qn) What do you think about when you think of school?&lt;br /&gt;World Of Our Own (US Mix) - Westlife (LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night/morning whichever you prefer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1135668541198647415?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1135668541198647415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1135668541198647415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/18th-song-another-you-cascada.html' title='18th song: Another You - Cascada'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3952721877394130939</id><published>2008-12-10T23:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:45:53.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look back in regrets, time is too precious to dwell on the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If it doesn't make you happy, don't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are many things in life that is pointless, but it's not about the worth. It's about who you're making smile and who you're giving happiness to that makes the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Girl don't be foolish. A charming prince that is ideal like the one in your mind and perfect like the one in your heart only exists in imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Usually it's a girl ruining another girl's life, too bad you didn't guess that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I suppose I've gotten over it, too bad you will never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm sorry my words are harsh, but vulgarities don't work for me as well as they work for you. I don't scold, I merely tell you how I feel, however harsh my emotions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Never ever do things you don't want to just to please others, in the end eventually both parties get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some not very random thoughts that I have, piece them up if you can. Don't think that everything has a link though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Learn, unlearn, relearn." - Tian Kwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls are good at toying with masculine feelings, but better at faking feminine feelings. I've enough, I've learnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialising is a human necessity, but we fail to see that happiness is not related to socialising, instead it's the primary cause of unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. The "you" referred in this post is absolutely general, like most of my posts are. Most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3952721877394130939?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3952721877394130939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3952721877394130939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-it-doesnt-make-you-happy-dont-do-it.html' title='Don&apos;t look back in regrets, time is too precious to dwell on the past.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7698824618761564103</id><published>2008-12-10T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:01:16.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is ever changing, it's about how well you adapt.</title><content type='html'>Dizi chalet was a learning trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a learning process, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A talk with a senior was really inspiring, made me lose all my fears of receiving my O level results. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep a wink, but I finally met someone who has equivalent or better nocturnal abilities than me. LOL. Though I did get a little shaken when the sun had risen. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BX agreed to go touring Singapore with me on the bicycle, but I don't know how fast is 40km/h. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4am Shuangying, Kaho and I went to the beach. First time going out to the beach at such a time, and I was amazed that we weren't the only ones there. Pasir Ris Park beats East Coast Park in lighting. ECP is &lt;strong&gt;dangerously dark&lt;/strong&gt; at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, dizi chalet was really enjoyable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still like the idea of being a vampire... but drinking blood creeps me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No buts, no sorries, no regrets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"要做个女强人还是强女人?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7698824618761564103?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7698824618761564103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7698824618761564103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-ever-changing.html' title='Life is ever changing, it&apos;s about how well you adapt.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5387139879511851097</id><published>2008-12-08T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:41:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, inside out.</title><content type='html'>Raining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sleep longer, but my brother kept waking me up periodically so I ended up waking at 3pm++ with an unfinished dream that I forgot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool though, the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've learnt to lie the truthful way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5387139879511851097?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5387139879511851097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5387139879511851097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-inside-out.html' title='Cold, inside out.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1152258426316324113</id><published>2008-12-08T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:27:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I look at you, I fall in love all over again.</title><content type='html'>My legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes are swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrists burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the story from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1152258426316324113?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1152258426316324113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1152258426316324113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/everytime-i-look-at-you-i-fall-in-love.html' title='Everytime I look at you, I fall in love all over again.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-376918024576868997</id><published>2008-12-05T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:31:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not cut out for pretence, yet I pretend I am.</title><content type='html'>I shudder at your name, don't ask - I really wished I don't feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flinch at how you portray yourself - I see you through so easily. I could be wrong, no doubt. But I can't be, you're too good, too good for me and I know I am correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I cannot see, is because you hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my life, my love, my soul, my spirit, my hopes, my dreams with you, everything. You're so good at that you'll only be getting better, resistance will only prove my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And what do you understand? I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You only understand that without the sun, the world is dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's not it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much feelings to express, no outlet to.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the last place I want to say it. So open to public, so vulnerable, anybody could be offended when I don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;Yet is it really nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Did I really not want you to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't understand how dark the world can be, with the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't understand how dark it is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How shadowed my heart has become, how greyed my world has been crayoned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to tell you everything, you told me I could, but I know you wouldn't believe, I won't even try to be persuasive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One more thing, I don't like the way you toy with my feelings. I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-376918024576868997?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/376918024576868997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/376918024576868997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-cut-out-for-pretence-yet-i.html' title='I&apos;m not cut out for pretence, yet I pretend I am.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1350712887478335893</id><published>2008-12-05T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:50:28.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is not enough and eternity cannot suffice, if I were to be with you.</title><content type='html'>Ok. My msn has no one to talk to now. Yet it is only 3.43 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, is it very late already?&lt;em&gt; I think I qualify to be a vampire. Ok, Edward Cullen will be hearing his name if he is hearing this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my last conversation of the night goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sijin‼ has no strength to stay away from you anymore. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight vampire (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sijin‼ has no strength to stay away from you anymore. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edward. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vampire sleep in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Myth&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt; would put it. &lt;em&gt;Damn you people should really read Midnight Sun, it's on Stephenie Meyer's website.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's really Edward, not an imposter &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just not Cullen)&lt;/span&gt;, in case you were wondering. &lt;em&gt;I wished I could read people's mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really overwhelming me, like the scent of a prey.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go watch the movie again.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear me. For all you know I&lt;em&gt; could&lt;/em&gt; be a vampire. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1350712887478335893?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1350712887478335893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1350712887478335893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/forever-is-not-enough-and-eternity.html' title='Forever is not enough and eternity cannot suffice, if I were to be with you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2587849840002486821</id><published>2008-12-03T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:30:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your grandeur I cannot resist, but resistance it has to be</title><content type='html'>I watched Twilight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people around me with really fair skin are vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could fall in love with Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like buying the whole book series after my first pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do not have the strength to stay away from you anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2587849840002486821?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2587849840002486821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2587849840002486821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-grandeur-i-cannot-resist-but.html' title='Your grandeur I cannot resist, but resistance it has to be'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3138079677359721271</id><published>2008-12-03T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:07:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever welcomin'</title><content type='html'>My life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook (entirely Pet Society only)&lt;br /&gt;Neopets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my life I've been chasing this dream only to realise I'm giving it up tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃也是一种爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Old Yueniang asks Xiaoqi whether she knows the meaning of "love" (ai qing). Xiaoqi writes down the Chinese character "qing" and explains that it takes 11 strokes to write the character. The numeric '11' resembles a pair of chopsticks. One chopstick needs to be with another chopstick to be perfectly usable. Just like how a man or a woman needs to look for another person who matches him/her. Old Yueniang used to believe that love is just like a pair of chopsticks, but now, she realises that love can also be like a spoon and a fork. Two people with different living habits can also live a happy life together, as long they give in to each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlenyonya.mediacorptv.sg/spinoffs_ep1.htm"&gt;http://littlenyonya.mediacorptv.sg/spinoffs_ep1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3138079677359721271?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3138079677359721271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3138079677359721271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/ever-welcomin.html' title='Ever welcomin&apos;'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2357328813462769090</id><published>2008-12-02T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:09:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be anything, I just wanna be with you.</title><content type='html'>4R6 BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is so not having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna work like that zomg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, every other part of me had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a public&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as in not people's house)&lt;/span&gt; kitchen I can rent or something?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me tell me tell me the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting waiting waiting waiting no longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've nothing to hide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pain you don't see, does not mean I don't feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The love you don't feel, does not mean I don't love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The words you don't hear, does not mean I don't mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I&lt;strong&gt; didn't see&lt;/strong&gt; today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only my eyes were a flash quicker!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I reactivated Facebook because Pet Society is FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2357328813462769090?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2357328813462769090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2357328813462769090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-wanna-be-anything-i-just-wanna.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna be anything, I just wanna be with you.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8703201542181210735</id><published>2008-11-30T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have</title><content type='html'>I feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touring Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Going for night cycling.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go pooling. (Inspired by Godwin's superman dp)&lt;br /&gt;4. Making gingerbread man. (Anyone know how can I rent a kitchen? LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8703201542181210735?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8703201542181210735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8703201542181210735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/gonna-muster-every-ounce-of-confidence.html' title='Gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7856648992014865782</id><published>2008-11-29T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:40:13.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm numb to the consciousness of emotions.</title><content type='html'>Scandal is leaving for HK this afternoon too, coming back though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big girl now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could make things last, I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7856648992014865782?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7856648992014865782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7856648992014865782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-numb-to-consciousness-of-emotions.html' title='I&apos;m numb to the consciousness of emotions.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5692667486705463370</id><published>2008-11-29T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:50:46.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With your photograph in my album, and tears which fade the memory in your smile.</title><content type='html'>In another 2 hours I'd be leaving home and going to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella's leaving Singapore permanently. :( How'd I survive...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those close to you keep leaving.&lt;br /&gt;And I suck at human-relation-intelligence. :/&lt;br /&gt;If my shadow could talk, feel, live, he is all I would ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, why give them to you and take them away anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this is living then the purpose of living is to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People shouldn't go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's those people who're unkind that should be gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why always taking away the ones who're true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5692667486705463370?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5692667486705463370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5692667486705463370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-your-photograph-in-my-album-and.html' title='With your photograph in my album, and tears which fade the memory in your smile.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2747801139689072878</id><published>2008-11-28T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:17:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for the night</title><content type='html'>PROM is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ravishing night, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The people on table 11, the night, the old friends, the night, the classmates, the night, the pretty ladies and handsome men, the night, the photographers, the night, the people who brought cameras, the night, the ones who took photos with me, the night, the organisers&amp;amp;teachers, the night, the emcees, the night, the performances, the night, the food, the night, the staff at Trader's Hotel, the night, Stella&amp;amp;Alistair&amp;amp;Liming, the night, the sister who helped me make up, the night, the hairdresser, the night, my whole family, the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family came to fetch me home, heart warming. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing unrealities, yet "impossible" is only an excuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't love the one you love, at least be a part of their happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2747801139689072878?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2747801139689072878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2747801139689072878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-night.html' title='Thank you for the night'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8940006534297822370</id><published>2008-11-26T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:24:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry all I ever think about is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1vvU2veNkb"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1vvU2veNkb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ilurrvmusic/music/SfSq9zCx/david_archuleta_crushmp3/"&gt;&lt;br&gt;David Archuleta - Crush.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hang up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;that you would ever feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint goin away, goin away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;When were hangin, spending time girl&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint goin away,&lt;br /&gt;goin away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint goin away, goin away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David Archuleta -&lt;strong&gt; Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is tomorrow. Nervous? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, save me tomorrow night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be uber tall... :o &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously think I need make up courses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8940006534297822370?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8940006534297822370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8940006534297822370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-all-i-ever-think-about-is-you.html' title='I&apos;m sorry all I ever think about is you'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5132977784929354980</id><published>2008-11-25T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:13:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy but I won't tell you why</title><content type='html'>2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone says it's too high. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll try to be fine. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My second last chance, to ever make things which will never be right, right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could I would, but I couldn't, shouldn't, didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But who knows time would tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5132977784929354980?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5132977784929354980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5132977784929354980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-happy-but-i-wont-tell-you-why.html' title='I&apos;m happy but I won&apos;t tell you why'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-169523403180303464</id><published>2008-11-22T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:05:28.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low on sugar? Call the glucagon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SSgRMzWBkXI/AAAAAAAAALs/3M7P6uDDp-k/s1600-h/flyff00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271482275475853682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SSgRMzWBkXI/AAAAAAAAALs/3M7P6uDDp-k/s320/flyff00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm playing games everyone keeps lagging me on msn, but when I'm not no one's free to talk. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take a look at the image (if you like :/).&lt;br /&gt;My weapon is +10 (the max) but the extra stat is -11% crit. WTH. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored and I hope I get a job soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I wanna tour Singapore. ANYONE? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-169523403180303464?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/169523403180303464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/169523403180303464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/low-on-sugar-call-glucagon.html' title='Low on sugar? Call the glucagon!'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SSgRMzWBkXI/AAAAAAAAALs/3M7P6uDDp-k/s72-c/flyff00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8644535417243343480</id><published>2008-11-20T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:10:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot break free from your mirage</title><content type='html'>I think I need to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I'll be seeing you around the other bend.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you never ever show, that's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back from 2r5 chalet that was so quick it felt like a day. Didn't get to see the sunrise 'cause it was too cloudy, and the ships gave out this foul smell that chased us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before bbq:&lt;/em&gt; sore throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After bbq+chips+soda:&lt;/em&gt; burning throat, cough, flu, total weakness, sick, sexy voice, unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I should feel guilty. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'm Prim and Proper when Prom's due. Lol. PPP. LOL reminds me of Post Prelim Prep. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(man I need to lock you in my heart to keep you out of my head, opps I didn't say that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm having a headache, nor because I'm suffering from a lack of sleep, nor because I'm suffering from computer withdrawal 'cause I'm using it now...&lt;br /&gt;But because I bumped my head against a metal box (whatever you call it, it's a utility metal casing or some sort) next to the chalet's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;baluku&lt;/em&gt; is painful.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I blink I can feel it. If you don't believe me put your hand on your forehead and blink, it actually moves a bit. Stella said she'd never have known blinking used so much muscle if I didn't had that bump....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not as good to be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cryaRWGO9P"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cryaRWGO9P" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/goBfqyS/music/TgYgC6uE/b2k_baby_girl/"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby Girl - B2K&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8644535417243343480?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8644535417243343480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8644535417243343480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cannot-break-free-from-your-mirage.html' title='I cannot break free from your mirage'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1908447184371216675</id><published>2008-11-18T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:52:44.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let our love exhaust in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S.o.r.e t.h.r.o.a.t s.u.c.k.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1908447184371216675?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1908447184371216675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1908447184371216675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-our-love-exhaust-in-time.html' title='Let our love exhaust in time'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8650365351685894396</id><published>2008-11-16T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:28:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underlying truths</title><content type='html'>If I had wings I'd fly away.&lt;br /&gt;If I had money I'd spend it away.&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;strong&gt;had a life&lt;/strong&gt; I'd live it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I've had my wings broken, my hands tied, my life taken away the moment I ever took a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie and all this time you lie, how far can lies take me to trust that you're doing things for my own good, huh? I think I have taken the cue that YOUR LIES are for YOUR OWN GOOD ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"People lie because they know the truth will not achieve what &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is possibly painful, but it always seems the easiest way out - out of this pathetic, pitiful, pretentious world... Yet to each his own, who can really understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm like a rejected living thing (not even a being) hidden on an isolated island, in a deserted old broken shed, locked up in a rejected not very safe safe with no keyholes to even unlock, away from all living creatures............ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it even matter to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never keep your promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make any promise, no matter how small or insignificant they are, if you knew you wouldn't keep them. Every word count, as much as 3cents they are worth over the the world wide web... If you are forgetful, then, don't even make promises at all. Just don't make any promise, if they were bound to be broken... Because it breaks the heart of a three year old, it breaks the heart of a four year old, it breaks the heart of a five year old, it breaks the heart of a six year old......... it breaks the heart of the sixteen year old, it breaks the heart of the seventeen year old....... it breaks the heart of the hundred year old, it breaks the heart of the hundred and one year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8650365351685894396?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8650365351685894396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8650365351685894396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/underlying-truths.html' title='Underlying truths'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-9003762803311583916</id><published>2008-11-16T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:49:27.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to worry, my heart is trained</title><content type='html'>Heh, haven't been blogging much since the end of O levels because the fan in my CPU broke down. How timely! Then I thought I could use my dad's com but the hard disk corrupted! It's the end of O levels and you can just guess how I spent my celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't exactly exuberant over the end of the O levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a million and one things I never want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when everything's been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be the one on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I've never felt a feeling like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we were twelve we didn't know what parting was like.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we were twelve we didn't remember so much as right.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we were twelve we were being twelve.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we became sixteen&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(most but not all xD)&lt;/span&gt; we learnt things teachers could never have taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My heart has been trained to walk through storms, see through mists and mend symptoms of the broken hearted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You said you never would leave me but you still did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can someone tell me if green dresses are okay for prom, because Juliet says I'll be looking like a tree demon. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-9003762803311583916?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9003762803311583916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9003762803311583916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-to-worry-my-heart-is-trained.html' title='Not to worry, my heart is trained'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-8141803301507775955</id><published>2008-11-08T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:06:25.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without you what will I be, I wouldn't be me.</title><content type='html'>Right, and I'm not exactly sure what this feeling is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beyond my comprehension.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-8141803301507775955?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8141803301507775955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/8141803301507775955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-you-what-will-i-be-i-wouldnt-be.html' title='Without you what will I be, I wouldn&apos;t be me.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2128542574776288169</id><published>2008-11-07T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:50:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught between the thin lines of black and white, no grey thanks; two is enough.</title><content type='html'>The difference between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about perception, but no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persisting in your own ways doesn't make you more right than you thought you were, it only makes you believe you are right, and that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2128542574776288169?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2128542574776288169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2128542574776288169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/caught-between-thin-lines-of-black-and.html' title='Caught between the thin lines of black and white, no grey thanks; two is enough.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3994258824418242920</id><published>2008-11-05T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:43:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your beauty I cannot match, my love too far fetched</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Chinese breaks me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3994258824418242920?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3994258824418242920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3994258824418242920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-beauty-i-cannot-match-my-love-too.html' title='Your beauty I cannot match, my love too far fetched'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-1238874430777918334</id><published>2008-10-31T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:24:46.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They were fallen pieces, pieces of a broken dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave it my all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave my all away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..just take it if that's what you really want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels are passing by faster than I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief, anxiety, that tingle in your hands and the terrible emptiness you feel in your brain - like you've forgotten everything you tried to memorise. It's gonna be going away pretty soon. The terrible 2 weeks have passed. Yet, the next 2 weeks seem equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any weight being taken off me. Maybe I didn't had any to begin with, but I can't tell, or maybe I'm just wanting to get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's gonna come is fear, insecurity, and all these human feelings that I start to tire of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's about living, right? It's not like this O level thing can break me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-1238874430777918334?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1238874430777918334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/1238874430777918334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-were-fallen-pieces-pieces-of.html' title='They were fallen pieces, pieces of a broken dream'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7974876243032058460</id><published>2008-10-29T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:36:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast forward</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and prayers and everything mystical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're there to lead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if you're not strong, who else is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you're only there in my dreams, so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never said I liked waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7974876243032058460?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7974876243032058460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7974876243032058460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/fast-forward.html' title='Fast forward'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-9181178896994886065</id><published>2008-10-17T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:30:27.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose that's how our story ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to take life as how I'd live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-9181178896994886065?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9181178896994886065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/9181178896994886065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-suppose-thats-how-our-story-ends.html' title='I suppose that&apos;s how our story ends'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-2287988376275468294</id><published>2008-10-13T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:01:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven is one of my favourite numbers, but not today.</title><content type='html'>Days pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pass even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be online much now, 'cause Stella would be over and we'd be studying together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything's up, just hit the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EVERYONE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score me a 7 for L1r4, boy, and I'd be the happiest girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4441113 8444446655 666333 999666881&lt;br /&gt;5554445533 444 2555929997777 36661&lt;br /&gt;511470546549556539470559549555&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-2287988376275468294?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2287988376275468294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/2287988376275468294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-is-one-of-my-favourite-numbers.html' title='Seven is one of my favourite numbers, but not today.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-6073209213770960298</id><published>2008-10-12T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:52:40.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never stopped thinking of you since, and now I'm left with one last sight to redeem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SPIc2tqdA-I/AAAAAAAAALk/EgcI9UXD2m8/s1600-h/178231110_b7983e062b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295441390961634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SPIc2tqdA-I/AAAAAAAAALk/EgcI9UXD2m8/s320/178231110_b7983e062b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why do we study for the sake of examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lost the eagerness to obtain knowledge, and we've replaced that loss with a hunger for excellent grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go to Rome,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Make a wish at the fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No idea where my dad got the photo from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-6073209213770960298?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6073209213770960298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/6073209213770960298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-never-stopped-thinking-of-you-since.html' title='I&apos;ve never stopped thinking of you since, and now I&apos;m left with one last sight to redeem'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufZigtKIWlc/SPIc2tqdA-I/AAAAAAAAALk/EgcI9UXD2m8/s72-c/178231110_b7983e062b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-7875215599131313393</id><published>2008-10-12T02:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:11:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threading on a new path, some muddy ground which has no trails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like this I feel like I'm only a dim light in space, among all the bright shining stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-7875215599131313393?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7875215599131313393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/7875215599131313393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/threading-on-new-path-some-muddy-ground.html' title='Threading on a new path, some muddy ground which has no trails.'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-3704246122116091125</id><published>2008-10-11T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:42:12.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wished I could be blind to intuition but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th98.deviantart.com/fs13/300W/i/2007/045/2/4/Trust_by_hetch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th98.deviantart.com/fs13/300W/i/2007/045/2/4/Trust_by_hetch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th13.deviantart.com/images3/300W/i/2004/152/b/7/Trust_is_the_Key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th13.deviantart.com/images3/300W/i/2004/152/b/7/Trust_is_the_Key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc50.deviantart.com/fs18/i/2007/185/b/6/Faith_by_Pinky_Winky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc50.deviantart.com/fs18/i/2007/185/b/6/Faith_by_Pinky_Winky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th91.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/f/2008/035/9/0/faith_by_7yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th91.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/f/2008/035/9/0/faith_by_7yo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's so hard to trust, so hard to have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first step in all isn't to fall, it's to believe you'll be caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's O levels............... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not your normal EOY that you can get over with so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits respectively: &lt;a href="http://hetch.deviantart.com/art/Trust-48761492"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rckstar13.deviantart.com/art/Trust-is-the-Key-7732410"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pinky-winky.deviantart.com/art/Faith-59036028"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://7yo.deviantart.com/art/faith-76532567"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/D_nLQavDES"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/D_nLQavDES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/mg7P5FM/music/6AhAxCd4/boys_like_girls_hero_heroine/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero / Heroine - Boys Like Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I never did sneak into the new school building, :/&lt;br /&gt;Which proved to be some great adventure story that everyone is talking about... but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-3704246122116091125?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3704246122116091125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/3704246122116091125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wished-i-could-be-blind-to-intuition.html' title='I wished I could be blind to intuition but...'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171855165408382133.post-5605670730945282941</id><published>2008-10-11T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:44:16.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm volunteering my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you to break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How ever you may desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Howie Day&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5171855165408382133-5605670730945282941?l=youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5605670730945282941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171855165408382133/posts/default/5605670730945282941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youwaltzmylove.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-volunteering-my-heart.html' title='I&apos;m volunteering my heart'/><author><name>exhausteddz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
