<?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-16294320</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:31:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falloutapart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113651961603948849</id><published>2006-01-05T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:00:17.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20060105/2uc42MLwEb.jpg" width="250" height="150" border="1" alt="Handwriting Analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of your analysis say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill every waking moment with activity. &lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones. &lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present. &lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody! &lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113651961603948849?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113651961603948849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113651961603948849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113651961603948849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113651961603948849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-does-your-handwriting-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113328429537858595</id><published>2005-11-29T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:11:35.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and I together in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Sacred ties never fray&lt;br /&gt;Than why i can let myself tell lies&lt;br /&gt;And watch you die every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to the time&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams were what mattered&lt;br /&gt;Through talking youth naviety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you will never let me down&lt;br /&gt;But the horse stampedes and rages&lt;br /&gt;In the name of desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see the sticky hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Will write our final rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And end our memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113328429537858595?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113328429537858595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113328429537858595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113328429537858595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113328429537858595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-and-i-together-in-our-lives-sacred.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113328194227832867</id><published>2005-11-29T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:37:23.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey , rusty rusty dirty nails. specks of dust . woke up to the sound of pouring rain. &lt;br /&gt;Friends it seems, tend to drift apart.&lt;br /&gt;Friends do not wonder how have you been .&lt;br /&gt;Friends will though be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;Friends wont utter or say words of care.&lt;br /&gt;Friends dont come to you , unless in troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Friends do not care once they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down friends, its such a complicated word.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know how true your friends can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends stick with you for minutes or seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Friends go through tough time with you.&lt;br /&gt;Friends though kick you aside once , once they have someone else.&lt;br /&gt;But they come crawling back , once they need help.&lt;br /&gt;Or do they not.&lt;br /&gt;Friends is such difficult thing to understand&lt;br /&gt;They can be right with you through tough times and happy times.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes they just dont even seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my point of view of friends at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Mock me . Tag me. Do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Friends sometimes, can stay true.&lt;br /&gt;Or remain untruthful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113328194227832867?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113328194227832867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113328194227832867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113328194227832867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113328194227832867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/11/those-sleepless-nights-i-remember-you.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113172837694861704</id><published>2005-11-12T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:04:18.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Fate of Jeremiah&lt;br /&gt;A Tragedy that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night falls in a midsummer night,&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah walks back through the dark pathway where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;A dense jungle awaits him as his house was located somewhere&lt;br /&gt;right behind the deep jungle. He was grinning from ear to ear as he could not believe what had happened tonight . Never did he expect that it was to be the last thing that would ever happen. A white flashing light suddenly came flashing at him. A loud horn could be heard before the screeching car came to a stop. Blood ooze through the window . The windshield was smashed into pieces and the car looked as if it was in a wreck .  ( Prologue )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was awesome. He had met someone he never dreamed he could.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, the belle of the school , had plaited hair and dreamy eyes and a figure only a super model could dream of . He was getting a cup of juice when she approached him . Jeremiah was in total shock, when she tapped him on the shoulder. Cold sweat dripped down his spine, as he gathered the courage to say a "Hello" in return. What turned out to be an awkward meeting became a open conversation of laughter and joy. Jeremiah couldnt believe his eyes as his dream was just unfolding right infront of him. Never would he have thought that he was meeting Jessica. Jessica was the talk of the town , and guys would even just queue up to get her number but here he was . Sitting right beside her and having such a lively conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a night to remember . He wished it could just last a little longer . The party was getting stale , as people were falling to the floor from the booze that was oozing out of bottles and bottles. It looked like a warzone if not for the beer instead of blood. Not knowing what to do next, Jeremiah realised that it was getting late . His grandmother was all alone at home and he did not want to get her worrying. He told jessica politely that he was about to leave. As he got up from the sofa, she pulled him with a tug down and put her lips towards his. It was his virgin kiss. He had never kissed anyone excluding his mother though. The sensation was undesirable. He had never felt a sudden urge in him . He wanted to take it furthur . Somehow something was just restraining him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He withdrew from the kiss and told jessica that he really appreciated the kiss and wished that he could stay on. Without saying much of a word , Jessica puffed and stormed out of the room . Jeremiah was in a lost of words. Somehow , he had just blew his chance with the hottest girl in town . Realising that it was too late to do anything , he decided that its best to head home. Wondering down the deep jungle was his last thought on his mind , as he kept on thinking about the kiss the whole night. Furthur down was a road divider that seperated the road to the other side of the jungle. It was late at night , and there were no cars in sight. Deciding it was safe , he strolled across the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud crash and Jeremiah flung ten meters down the road as the car came to a screeching halt. Silence flew through the air , within both the car wreck. Jeremiah laid there , his vision getting blured and still not knowing what hit him . In the car, the windshield that was filled with blood laid the bloody driver. Blood was oozing from her head , and she might have suffered a blow to her head.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah laid there as his memories start to fade into the twinkering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There laid in the car , who he wish he had. Jessica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113172837694861704?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113172837694861704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113172837694861704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113172837694861704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113172837694861704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/11/fate-of-jeremiah-tragedy-that-never.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113171247416657716</id><published>2005-11-11T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:34:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the way ur treating me.&lt;br /&gt;Those cold feelings&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had back the past&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are just not right anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love drama classes.&lt;br /&gt;i love cheese cakes.&lt;br /&gt;But Hershey pies are still the best&lt;br /&gt;And my photographs , i want them back . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels a breeze or a toughie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113171247416657716?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113171247416657716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113171247416657716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113171247416657716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113171247416657716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-way-ur-treating-me.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113094158942053163</id><published>2005-11-02T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:26:29.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long day. &lt;br /&gt;Drama class was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time laughing at each other's names.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days when i finally see laughter just about everywhere.To even think that i was not looking forward to it . But it was enjoyable and i am looking forward to next class lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;I will never be what i want to be unless i believe what i want to be will be what i want to be .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113094158942053163?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113094158942053163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113094158942053163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113094158942053163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113094158942053163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-has-been-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-113075880772687162</id><published>2005-10-31T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:40:07.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A whole full long month. &lt;br /&gt;I have not got much to update . Its just been a long full month that i have grown tired off. Its back to sch . Step back into the classroom i always dreaded but now wanting it so much . I was late for almost half an hour. When i entered the room, it was dead silence as everyone just stared at me. Anyways, i went to take my seat and just started on my programming. Hate is about to happen soon. I just hate my math's lecturer inside out . She was going way to fast just for anybody and we were slow to catch up . I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anwyays , it was a great first day , and i found out that one of my classmates has shifted to TP. I somehow cant wait for the interview that i will have if i want to shift to NP . Simply i just cant wait . Though i am planning to study hard for this sems, it will be all down the drain when i changed course. But at least i got to make some friends , and thats what matters most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-113075880772687162?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/113075880772687162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=113075880772687162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113075880772687162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/113075880772687162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/10/whole-full-long-month.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112731404103339954</id><published>2005-09-21T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T07:47:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am love with chocolate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i burned literally my tounge today when i eat the octopus balls. Cos i was too eager to eat and i just took a swipe at it. and guess what . It almost brought me to tears literally . That was how hot it was. I couldnt spit it out as i didnt want to waste it. Tears came running down my face and people thought i was crying over something . it was so damn embarrasing . My fren also was too eager to eat it . and tears almost came running down but lucky he ran to the toilet . Ok , i just didnt want to run . Yeah . haha. &lt;br /&gt;tmr is dcs test. yeppie . I know i can pass it but than i dont think i can get high marks for it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandston - Boys Lie&lt;br /&gt;(nice song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112731404103339954?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112731404103339954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112731404103339954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112731404103339954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112731404103339954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-love-with-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112722466788766359</id><published>2005-09-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:57:47.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm paying for her past because the last guy didn't last&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of this riddle so cruel&lt;br /&gt;there's no point to argue&lt;br /&gt;cause you know as well as i do that it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like all the others&lt;br /&gt;i get lost inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and it comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;that still she won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;she's heard it a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;she'll just look at me and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day to my exam. great. i hope i am able to pass this semster. i dont want to get left behind. I just dont like the feeling. ok . i am plain lazy to go on . tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112722466788766359?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112722466788766359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112722466788766359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112722466788766359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112722466788766359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-paying-for-her-past-because-last.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112705740342066042</id><published>2005-09-18T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:30:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back home from TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy that she is fine . i am really glad. thank god for answering my prayer. anyways, shannon really cracks me up at times. her funny antics really make me laugh . to even think that we were in the hospital . pretty tired . i really need some rest . thursday  is DCS finals but i am still so slack . i need to cut the slack and work hard . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel WAKEUP!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112700963451949198</id><published>2005-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:13:54.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 10 am in the morning . &lt;br /&gt;i haven caught any sleep since last night.&lt;br /&gt;i have been awoke all the way&lt;br /&gt;cos i just simply worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont intend to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i hope you be allright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112700963451949198?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112688960054535680</id><published>2005-09-17T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:53:20.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting in silence&lt;br /&gt;i pray every night &lt;br /&gt;as i search for answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answers to the question&lt;br /&gt;empty feebacks are all i got&lt;br /&gt;as friendship fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i draw it back&lt;br /&gt;i got to treasure it&lt;br /&gt;as i look back at the times we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it will always bring a smile to my face&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;be it bad or disaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112688960054535680?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112676754428581370</id><published>2005-09-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:10:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. testing out something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112676754428581370?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112676754428581370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112676754428581370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112676754428581370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112676754428581370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112654113527973618</id><published>2005-09-13T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:38:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;The wind would whisper and I'd think of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears you cried, that called my name&lt;br /&gt;And when you needed me I came through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paint a picture of the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;When love went blind and you would make me see&lt;br /&gt;I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that I knew you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the summer with the top rolled down&lt;br /&gt;Wished ever after would be like this&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you babe, without a sound&lt;br /&gt;I said I'd give my life for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'd live for your smile and die for your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our share of hard times&lt;br /&gt;But that's the price we paid&lt;br /&gt;And through it all we kept the promise that we made&lt;br /&gt;I swear you'll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sound of pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Washed away a dream of you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing else could ever take you away'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll always be my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Love letters in the sand - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Through the sleepless nights and every endless day&lt;br /&gt;I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you shann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112654113527973618?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112654113527973618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112654113527973618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112654113527973618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112654113527973618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/woke-up-to-sound-of-pouring-rain-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112653461729963971</id><published>2005-09-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T07:20:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was late for class about almost half an hour .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i still wonder if i am still marked present. Anyways , sat for my lab test , and i got a 14 . It was pretty average . At least i am confident that i will pass at least 4 modules. i am only afraid of java and maths. yes . Anyways, headed down to clementi , wanted to watch The Longest yard with&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lionel . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But in the end , we got stuck at macs, and i later got held up with some survey about the air force . We than decided to catch the movie tmr , and ask the others to come along instead . Three just seems odd . Really do . I am dying for food . i realised that i haven been eating much . oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact : &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Earth is round .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112653461729963971?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112653461729963971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112653461729963971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112653461729963971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112653461729963971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-late-for-class-about-almost-half.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112637903322048670</id><published>2005-09-11T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:11:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just got back not long ago from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ronin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;launch gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was held at rouge . Anyways i made my way from home , all the way . i met up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;xav&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;gordo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;merlinda&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;charmaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;came later . But they allowed only ppl 18 and above to enter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which means xavier and kit are not allowed to enter . We were about to give up hope , till if i aint wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Levan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;convinced somehow the management to allow the people to enter . And from what i heard from Levan , about 100 ppl were turned away from the door . It sad to see your fans turned away . But anyways , i got in , and ronin started at 10 and they kicked us off with revolution . It was a bang . And after that was history . THEY played a great gig and i think they are sure gonna be big sooner or later . They are a bunch of talented musicans that i can appreciate and respect . Pretty tired , but i enjoyed myself today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think shaun is a great guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112637903322048670?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112637903322048670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112637903322048670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112637903322048670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112637903322048670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-got-back-not-long-ago-from-ronin.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112624290853184576</id><published>2005-09-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:12:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in sch .&lt;br /&gt;darn . my interview went totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for OC. (oral communication)&lt;br /&gt;And i am made to come back next week for my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;JUST GREAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112624290853184576?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112624290853184576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112624290853184576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112624290853184576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112624290853184576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112618293707673977</id><published>2005-09-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:35:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a very happy birthday to u stace. sweet sweet sixteen sister . Finally sixteen . You get to officially watch NC - 16 shows . I just remember it was like when we first saw each other at sum 41 concert . And its 2 years since that . And u were 14 than . *faints* how do two years just fade by . I am in poly and ur taking ur o levels . I wish you all the best in whatever that you do . And no one can bully u for NC 16 shows . Though there is still M-18 and R-21 to go though =) haha. But its great to have a friend like you . &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ENTER SINGAPORE POLY!&lt;/span&gt; ok thats promoting for my poly . haha though i know ur be heading to TP . But do come SP! and u enjoy life here . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When life enters all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its gives us a fresh breath of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From your mother's womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to your sweet sixteen birthday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A very happy birthday . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112618293707673977?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112618293707673977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112618293707673977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112618293707673977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112618293707673977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-stace.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112611122834360085</id><published>2005-09-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:43:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You be dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;You have to quit for doing shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had computer lab test. Expected it to be difficult. Cos basically i didn't went for those two lab sessions. But i thank God, cos out of 100 marks, 50 marks were like given to u free. I predict that i will get 80 marks for it . Overall i am pretty happy about it . I am tired . boo . Today headed town with ben,jeremy,lionel . In the end , i got myself a new cap . After that , off to NYP it was . I first thought that we were there for some band performance . But in the end , we were asked to be like audience for a final year project for these students and we have to be like audiences and act crazy . I was pretty freaked out cos it just seem so weird . The musicans were not playing but just playing along to the music. I was upset about it . I thought i could catch a good show . Anyways there was this two talented girls who both have good vocals and good guitar skills . Shannon was having stomach laughter pains after the jokes i told her when i was sending her to the MRT station . It was a pretty funny joke . SERIOUSLY. When i first heard it myself , i really laughed myself out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You will be at the right place at the right time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112611122834360085?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112611122834360085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112611122834360085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112611122834360085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112611122834360085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-be-dead-wrong-you-have-to-quit-for.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112600558447617712</id><published>2005-09-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T04:19:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is there no sympathy for those poor in maths&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i just dont believe my course is the only course to take maths for two long years . darn . speaking of it , just wants me to faint. Today maths lesson was pretty much the same as usual . Those numbers do make you stressed out .  Tommorrow i have a lab test . I pretty much will fail it , course basically i didnt get to attend the previous two lab sessions. But jeremy told me it was a open book , so i guess i just be following instructions man. i just hope i will pass this lab test , cos i been maintaining my marks for at least this module . This module is one of my best . i cant let it affect much . Exams are around the corner . Holidays .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i search is you&lt;br /&gt;The number of days i took&lt;br /&gt;as countless as i look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want is you&lt;br /&gt;The sight of your beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could hold our hands&lt;br /&gt;as we swing from lands to lands&lt;br /&gt;and as we smile at each other&lt;br /&gt;i and you will be all at laughter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112600558447617712?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112600558447617712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112600558447617712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112600558447617712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112600558447617712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-is-there-no-sympathy-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112592677169182506</id><published>2005-09-05T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T06:26:11.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back . tired both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;I am preoccupied with work and its totally stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;And to cope with all the rejections of life , its tough&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , today sch was pretty okay . Woke up late today and reach class about 15 minutes late , but as usual , i was marked early and present. The lecturer was pretty slack about attendance.  Pretty much listened what he has to say and it was off to food court 1 . Class was split . Some wanted Food Court 6 , in the end i followed the guys to food court 1 . I wasnt in a mood to study today.period . Anyways , i saw nicole at FC1 , kinda of a long time since we saw each other. Yeaps. anyways , it was tutorial at 1 pm. Differenentation can get difficult.  Exams are coming and i still realised i am not working hard enough than before. I need to kick myself in the ass just to wake myself up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why .&lt;br /&gt;If you love them they will decieve you.&lt;br /&gt;If you play them they will love you.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to move over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112592677169182506?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112592677169182506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112592677169182506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112592677169182506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112592677169182506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/back.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16294320.post-112581642557735839</id><published>2005-09-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:42:52.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A brand new blog . A brand new start .&lt;br /&gt;I am still figuring out how to link back to my postings.&lt;br /&gt;Till than. Tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you here, now please just stay for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can move on with you around&lt;br /&gt;I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done&lt;br /&gt;We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if I never hold you, yeah, or kiss your lips again?&lt;br /&gt;Woooaaah, so I never want to leave you and the memories for us to see&lt;br /&gt;I beg don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence you lost me, no chance for one more day&lt;br /&gt;I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from you, no chance to get back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16294320-112581642557735839?l=falloutapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/feeds/112581642557735839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16294320&amp;postID=112581642557735839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112581642557735839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16294320/posts/default/112581642557735839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://falloutapart.blogspot.com/2005/09/brand-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>falloutapart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762062606256619233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
