<?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-21009404</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:08:23.105+08:00</updated><category term='the light that tears aside the veil of darkness.'/><category term='abracadabra'/><category term='sometimes it just feels better to give in'/><category term='its only words.'/><category term='come and be my friend.'/><category term='I don&apos;t want you tonight.'/><category term='i&apos;ve been thinking about you just a little too much'/><category term='just one more day.'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='thats right. i know all about your dirty little secret.'/><category term='you&apos;ll go out in style'/><category term='dont hate the child just because the mother&apos;s a bitch.'/><category term='I just made you say underwear'/><category term='i watched you cry and just walked away'/><category term='i like you just the way you are'/><category term='she listens like spring and she talks like june.'/><category term='Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.'/><category term='I&apos;m not falling apart.'/><category term='here we go again'/><category term='i miss the boy who can fly.'/><category term='i gotta get a job.'/><category term='i never saw it comming'/><category term='and then he said &apos;i love you&apos;'/><category term='not expecting anything is the best possible solution.'/><category term='I hope I can find the words to say'/><category term='when it rains'/><category term='do you ever?..'/><category term='jump on the bandwagon.'/><category term='That&apos;s what you get when you let your heart win'/><category term='like awesome oh wow'/><category term='making every wrong right.'/><category term='One two skip to my loo'/><category term='oh IS it love?.. hmm.'/><category term='learn to let go. it&apos;s the key to happiness.'/><category term='boyfie.'/><category term='shiela misses school yo.'/><category term='wouldnt it be nice.'/><category term='bestie&apos;s the best.'/><category term='you&apos;ve let me down.'/><category term='always be prepared for the worst'/><category term='because i know you know'/><category term='Stay with me..'/><title type='text'>anachronism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-8668668740051502968</id><published>2009-11-02T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:01:34.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not falling apart.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;I feel perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;I act perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of you.&lt;br /&gt;But that only happens in the day. &lt;br /&gt;When night falls.&lt;br /&gt;When im all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I realise how truely broken I've become.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart inside.&lt;br /&gt;And you just see a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETAIL THERAPY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;it's leaving me broke.&lt;br /&gt;But even then,&lt;br /&gt;I bought two pens I DONT NEED today.&lt;br /&gt;And not cheapo pens mind you. &lt;br /&gt;I bought uni-ball &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;signo&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dx 0.38 pens that don't even last long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F@$&amp; this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8668668740051502968?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8668668740051502968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8668668740051502968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8668668740051502968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8668668740051502968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3865974614784788028</id><published>2009-10-29T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:18:19.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One two skip to my loo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You think of me suddenly in the midst of doing something and you feel remorseful only or the moment. Then it fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I dunno why but finding that out didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. In fact, it barely hurts at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared! Maybe i'm going crazy too like JEDI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgghh. Hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of you having the upper hand on deciding if you wanna stay or go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of bein this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;With all the things we said.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;just who would I have been &lt;br /&gt;to be the one attached&lt;br /&gt;at all times to your hips&lt;br /&gt;FORGET THE THINGS WE SWORE WE MEANT.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write to you just to let you know, &lt;br /&gt;that I'm alright &lt;br /&gt;can't say I'm say to see you go&lt;br /&gt;cos im not. &lt;br /&gt;I'm notttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a liar. The last part is not true. All else however, is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3865974614784788028?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3865974614784788028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3865974614784788028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3865974614784788028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3865974614784788028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-think-of-me-suddenly-in-midst-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-6965500724114975640</id><published>2009-10-29T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:01:40.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I just made you say underwear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never believe promises an asshole makes to you.&lt;br /&gt;Even of you love that asshole to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-6965500724114975640?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/6965500724114975640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=6965500724114975640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6965500724114975640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6965500724114975640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-believe-promises-asshole-makes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-5850318061825165089</id><published>2009-10-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:19:23.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t want you tonight.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard you're doing ok, but I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt; im addict, I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care when you don't think about me...&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the incredible hulk in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;I am supergirl in the afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;I am wonder woman in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;I become human again at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie in bed thinking I can get thru the night without tears.&lt;br /&gt;I lie in bed and wait for sleep to come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I seem to fail terribly everynight.&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts rush back to me when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;They bite me and I scream till I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But after those few tears, I get a little stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting again for sleep to bless me with it's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Night after night, it disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left lying awake wondering what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And just as I'm falling asleep, the alarm rings.&lt;br /&gt;Being sleep deprived is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Even with one hour of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up a stronger Shiela than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up able to face the day.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up without much thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Or anything at all for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Bein sleep deprived numbs me just enough to stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;but thank god, I'm awesome because i'm still happy go lucky Shiela.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy is working... &lt;br /&gt;Even if it means grocery shopping and buying things I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;That's really sad. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt; I swear i've been eating.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE HAS ALL THE FATS GONE?!!! &lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about I round of applause, a standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a plan. Let's hope I don't go thru with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-5850318061825165089?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/5850318061825165089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=5850318061825165089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5850318061825165089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5850318061825165089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-heard-youre-doing-ok-but-i-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3219842819263654225</id><published>2009-10-25T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:50:01.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay with me..'/><title type='text'>No one in particular~</title><content type='html'>I am almost certain now that no one visits my blog. Afterall, it's been dead for more than a year now. If you still visit this site, you must really have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, Here I go with my random chants and rambles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;are we still together?&lt;br /&gt; I dont understand what's going on.&lt;br /&gt; I don't understand why things are so hard.&lt;br /&gt; I don't understand why you can't see my love yet I'm still her waiting and hoping you'd see me.&lt;br /&gt; Hoping that you'd Come back. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you won't leave. &lt;br /&gt;I've been putting up a hell of a brave front.&lt;br /&gt; I've been pretending i'm ok.&lt;br /&gt; I've been acting like I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;But deep down,&lt;br /&gt;wait, You don't even have to go deep down to see. &lt;br /&gt;Just scrape off the surface and you'd see how broken I am.&lt;br /&gt; How broken I've become.&lt;br /&gt; I can't act like somethings wrong.&lt;br /&gt; Mummy will worry.&lt;br /&gt; And there's already so much on her plate. &lt;br /&gt;I've been stupid.&lt;br /&gt; I banged my head on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt; I ran infront of a cab.&lt;br /&gt; I smoked. &lt;br /&gt;All in a matter of a day since you told me those dreaded words. &lt;br /&gt;'i'm giving up'&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. &lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt; You keep saying I'm dependent on you.&lt;br /&gt; But that's exactly it.&lt;br /&gt; It's not dependence.&lt;br /&gt; I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt; I want you.&lt;br /&gt; I just want you a little too much.&lt;br /&gt; So much that it hurts because you can't see me..&lt;br /&gt; You can't understand me. &lt;br /&gt;And you obviously don't want me as much as I want you. &lt;br /&gt;It saddens me deeply to think you could leave me so broken.&lt;br /&gt; It hurts me to think of all the promises you broke. &lt;br /&gt;You want the best of both worlds and&lt;br /&gt; you're not willing to compromise one bit.   &lt;br /&gt;What do I do to make you see?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you understand?&lt;br /&gt;I do t want anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I only want you.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't you see?... &lt;br /&gt;You can't Juts expect me to be able to leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect me to be standing tall just because you asked for a break.&lt;br /&gt;I've been with you for 506 days. &lt;br /&gt;Day in, day out. &lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You are always there even when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;For over a year, you were my all.&lt;br /&gt;You were my life.&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to give you up just like that?&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to be strong when you're leaving me?&lt;br /&gt;Again?&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe in love.&lt;br /&gt; You made me trust in love.&lt;br /&gt;You made me have faith that with love, everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what comes our way, we'd face it together.&lt;br /&gt;But you're leaving me now.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this baby.&lt;br /&gt;I want you so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you're there.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;You saying that you feel like you can't commit, shatters everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;You were always the strong one.&lt;br /&gt;The one who convinced me our love will last.&lt;br /&gt;But you going against your words is making me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this?&lt;br /&gt; How can you do this?&lt;br /&gt;Have you really stopped loving me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I such a bad gf?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl bby.&lt;br /&gt;I want attention.&lt;br /&gt;The kind you use to give.&lt;br /&gt;These days,I feel ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Neglected.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm at the bottom of the list and everything that is anything is put above me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm only wanted when there isn't anything/anyone left.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can be so much more...&lt;br /&gt;I know you can... &lt;br /&gt;But you keep saying you can't.&lt;br /&gt;What happened?....&lt;br /&gt;You just don't want to do you?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen him coming back.&lt;br /&gt;So naturally at times.&lt;br /&gt;He visits.&lt;br /&gt;But never stays.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;More than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;More than you can ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;But even if he doesn't come back anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting not to care.&lt;br /&gt;So long as I have you near.&lt;br /&gt;So long as you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3219842819263654225?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3219842819263654225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3219842819263654225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3219842819263654225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3219842819263654225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-in-particular.html' title='No one in particular~'/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-5245461935371804976</id><published>2008-08-06T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:39:18.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you ever?..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to a frightening conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I am the decisive element in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;It is my personal approach that creates the climate.&lt;br /&gt;It is my daily mood that makes the weather.&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher I possess tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous.&lt;br /&gt;I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.&lt;br /&gt;In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis&lt;br /&gt;will be escalated or de-escalated, and a child humanized or de-humanized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Teacher- An Instrument of Power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haim Ginott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5000 word report, here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-5245461935371804976?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/5245461935371804976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=5245461935371804976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5245461935371804976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5245461935371804976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-come-to-frightening-conclusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-8541072285246000397</id><published>2008-06-09T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:06:43.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only been too long since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;im sure everyone stopped reading by now.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps my only 2 visitors would sense a vibe telling them i blogged then within the next week, i'll get a msg on my phone with a question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happens everytime without fail.&lt;br /&gt;so dont fail me this time guys!&lt;br /&gt;hahah i know this one is too hot to resist.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;i foegot to share what it was that would make you guys msg me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 9 months, im now officially ___________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blanks. guys, do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mai and dilaaaaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;meet this month for dinner pleaseeeee.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my girls for dinner(dilah's treat) and good old laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job pretty much rocks except the shit pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've graduated. (wasnt all that thrilling. and me being me, i burst into a fit of giggles when they called me "ro-shy-iee-la")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a boyyyfieeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i love yall.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8541072285246000397?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8541072285246000397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8541072285246000397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8541072285246000397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8541072285246000397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-only-been-too-long-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3483005390517215448</id><published>2008-05-02T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:40:24.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes it just feels better to give in'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Liar. It takes one to know one.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like blogging anyways.&lt;br /&gt;mia and dilah blog in long paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;i blog in one line paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;is this boring you already?&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;im bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. lets see.&lt;br /&gt;updates.&lt;br /&gt;hafiz is back from field camp&lt;br /&gt;afzal's back from brunei&lt;br /&gt;i guess im talking to indra again&lt;br /&gt;hadee needs a girlfriend cos his life is a bore&lt;br /&gt;i miss farah&lt;br /&gt;i miss nor&lt;br /&gt;i miss maiiii and dilaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i miss school&lt;br /&gt;i miss work&lt;br /&gt;staying home for a week is more boring than i thought it's be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god this post is boring&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells simply refuse to work.&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3483005390517215448?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3483005390517215448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3483005390517215448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3483005390517215448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3483005390517215448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/05/liar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-1624709971063969576</id><published>2008-04-28T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:10:52.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiela misses school yo.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;: eh cina mati da jalan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;: huh? mama nampak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;:tak la. kan mama kerje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;:(pauses then laughs and hits dad's arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;: bagos eh cina. kalau mati masi boleh jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?. haha. lame. but i gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have work for a week.&lt;br /&gt;yeay!&lt;br /&gt;but god. its so effin boring at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out tmr. its free ben and jerrys ice cream day!&lt;br /&gt;plus. i gotta go collect that graduation robe stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hmpft. the lecehness of having to graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1624709971063969576?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1624709971063969576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-612565534539602805</id><published>2008-04-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:43:24.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump on the bandwagon.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sunday.&lt;br /&gt;not just any sunday.&lt;br /&gt;cos this sunday, im not spending it with my family.&lt;br /&gt;or rather my whole family is spending sunday without me.&lt;br /&gt;and its all because of this bloody sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i kinda sorta fought with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him i'll msg him when i feel less moody cos i didn't wanna make him worry like he did last night. i told him i dont know whats up with my mood swings. i told him i think it's pms or maybe cos im sick and always too tired to do anything. thats why i get annoyed and agitated so easily. i told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I.TOLD.HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;but he still has to go and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'fine.. you're right. don't tell me why or what is making you feel moody..haha in fact dont tell me anything. its all making sense now.. haha man this is so common i get it too many  times.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuck you for adding the haha's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know you didnt mean them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know you meant every fucking thing you said otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck you for being so pushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck you for making me so darn mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew i shouldn't have fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew i shouldn't have started caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew you werent cut out for the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still i went for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for god fucking sake shiela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when will you ever listen to yourself?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not ready for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not ready for your &lt;strong&gt;possesive&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;protecive&lt;/strong&gt; ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not ready for any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so can i just back off now?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont even try to understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU DONT EVEN &lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont think before you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you dont think about how it might make me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact, i dont think you dont think of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe its just the mood talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe its just reality sinking in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;is it already to late to walk away?&lt;/s&gt;&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/21009404-612565534539602805?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/612565534539602805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=612565534539602805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/612565534539602805'/><link 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/&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;who in the right mind decided to let the newbies start work on a THURSDAY?.&lt;br /&gt;oh. just incase you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;im a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIELDWORK SUPERVISOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the down side.&lt;br /&gt;i've got the&lt;br /&gt;'singapore heat wave' sickness. (according to hafiz)&lt;br /&gt;always seems to happed before a big event.&lt;br /&gt;say, the start or end of a school term, exams, whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;strange. but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its saturday and im home.&lt;br /&gt;because im sick.&lt;br /&gt;so its my recovery weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im completely aware how boring this post is.&lt;br /&gt;but what do you expect from a sickly one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i 've been to the doctor and i soo agree with dila.&lt;br /&gt;he only bloody hell gave me flu pills, lozenges and cough mixture.&lt;br /&gt;no anti biotics, nothing for my headaches or fever.&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;he gave me everything i already had at home.&lt;br /&gt;a freaking waste of time and money and im still not well.&lt;br /&gt;im still coughing like a wheezing dying old man grasping for his last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*ck this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum claims my body is too 'heaty'&lt;br /&gt;i feel dizzy whenever i lie down and get back up.&lt;br /&gt;my body aches from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;my nose is either blocked of leaking at anytime of the day&lt;br /&gt;my head throbbs with a rhythmic pulse running thru every core of my brain cells&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are 'ozzing' with a pus like liquid instead of teardrops than glue my eyes shut whenever i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i've got ulcer on my GUMS. and not the back gums, the ones that are holding my bottom front teeth together that make it so bloody painful just to drink water. yes. WATER.&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much more complaining to do but&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERES A BLOODY CHINESE PRAYER THING KARA-OK LIKE WAYANG WITHOUT THE PEOPLE ACTING IN IT GOING UNDER THE BLOCK OPPOSITE MY HOUSE. ITS SO BLOODY ANNOYING. ITS LIKE LISTENING TO AN OLD CHINESE SCARRY MOVIE WITHOUT SUBTITLES. I WISH I COULD SHOVE THAT BLOODIE MICROPHONE DOWN HER GOD DAMN SCREAMING THROAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THAT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;its my recovery weekend dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;couldnt they think of a better timing to reannact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'gates of hell reopens' part seven thousand and twelve?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even then.&lt;br /&gt;i slept thru it this afternoon after my flu meds.&lt;br /&gt;imagine how well that pill worked to make me fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant concentrate on anything i do.&lt;br /&gt;bad enough that being sick has caused me to loose my ability to multitask,&lt;br /&gt;with the chinese shit going on downstairs, i cant even single task!&lt;br /&gt;god help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really deserve this kinda punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i call the cops and complain about the noise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will they entertain me or will they shrug it off as a case of a malay racist nutcase?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a little old but heres my current obsession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nine- seven days of lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igot a call today&lt;br /&gt;At 3 AM&lt;br /&gt;It's what you didn't say that told me I'd get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;and I screamed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone, should have said the things I'm thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I never thought it'd be so hard to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it, you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold me through the seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven days of lonely, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's deafening,&lt;br /&gt;the bitter truth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything for the first time again without you.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm okay,(i pretend i'm okay)&lt;br /&gt;but it aches inside.&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a way that's better than just getting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, never thought it'd be so hard to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it, you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold me through the seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is speeding up and slowing down to know I know it's over, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;And can you die of heartbreak, to die for love lost young?&lt;br /&gt;I pray to find it again, oh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call todayAt 3 AM&lt;br /&gt;It's what you didn't say that hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm gonna make it you're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to face it when I wake up, I hate the way reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish you could hold methrough the seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;The seven days of lonely,&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the seven days of lonely,&lt;br /&gt;got a call today at 3am it's what you didn't say that hurts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven days of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is this possibly a good thing?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-2945551497671772567?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2945551497671772567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2945551497671772567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2945551497671772567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2945551497671772567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3858468740922375131</id><published>2008-04-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:14:23.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here we go again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F*CKING HELL!&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;and its all thanks to maisarah zulkifly.&lt;br /&gt;they havent called her tho.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work starts on the 17th of april.&lt;br /&gt;exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. there goes slacking days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3858468740922375131?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3858468740922375131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3858468740922375131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3858468740922375131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3858468740922375131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;loves to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-7903888717942541618?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/7903888717942541618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=7903888717942541618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7903888717942541618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7903888717942541618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-shoutouts-2nd-april-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me 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friend. this time his friend is with a girl(presumably the girlfriend as they were kissing just minutes before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend two: this is my girlfriend'insertnamehere' (gestures at you) she your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;(insert name here): haha she's Shiela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt deny it.&lt;br /&gt;but neither does he acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps he's a selective listener like i cant remember which radio station advertises 'only hear the good stuff'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm. will blog soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;loves to all.&lt;br /&gt;MUAAAAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1422665398340720871?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1422665398340720871/comments/default' title='Post 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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-21009404.post-2334895661313428799</id><published>2008-03-04T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:04:02.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lovesick melody indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you don't call or msg.&lt;br /&gt;and i shouldn't let it affect me.&lt;br /&gt;well under normal circumstances it wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;but i think im &lt;em&gt;falling&lt;/em&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i get so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;its depressing.&lt;br /&gt;im not looking for anyone so i'd rather not fall.&lt;br /&gt;so i sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;and wake up a more logical sensible, and realistic shiela.&lt;br /&gt;i like logical shiela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh a friends cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to talk to me everynight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;likes to ask me out everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tells me things that i don't quite need to know or know how to react to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;is that safe?.&lt;br /&gt;he is a friends cousin.&lt;br /&gt;but even if he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;is that still safe to consider that he wants nothing more than to be friends?.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i try to be optimistic&lt;br /&gt;tho some may call my optimism denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you stick around, be careful not to fall in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure you know by now how easily i disappear from peoples lives when i dont know how to react to the treatment they give to and expect from me.&lt;br /&gt;so im sure it'll come as no suprise to you when i tell you benie boy has been dropped from the picture like.. a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If anyone approaches you with the intent of bringing happiness to your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should run for your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if you understand that quote,&lt;br /&gt;you'd understand why i do the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;no one can give you happiness except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;adding someone else to the picture will give you temporary happiness.&lt;br /&gt;but you should know that nothing last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paramore- Temporary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be so quick, so clever&lt;br /&gt;I used to know myself much better&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see that this is only permanent&lt;br /&gt;Temporary, it never hurts to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;But repetition ends in failure&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When repetition ends, we'll start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a walking contradiction&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what's wrong with this picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause anyone can see that this is only permanent&lt;br /&gt;Temporary, so don't hurt me this time&lt;br /&gt;And it's all a gameI know we'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;But repetition ends in failure&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When repetition ends, we'll start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give it up, just give up&lt;br /&gt;Give it up, give up&lt;br /&gt;So give it up, just give up&lt;br /&gt;Give it up, give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;But repetition ends in failure&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When repetition ends, we'll start over&lt;br /&gt;We'll start over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-2334895661313428799?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-5546324484694413734</id><published>2008-02-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:56:05.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn to let go. it&apos;s the key to happiness.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shiela: I Passed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hadee: thats great! what did you get?&lt;br /&gt;shiela: i dont know! i dont really care! i passed hadee i passed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i passed!&lt;br /&gt;who would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got a little crush on an unexpected someone.&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i've been thru this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a crush on (insert name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like(insert name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thingy.&lt;br /&gt;how does it work again..?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;talk about hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt go back to sleep knowing my results were out.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-5546324484694413734?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/5546324484694413734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=5546324484694413734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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finally discovered the beauty of blogging once a month.&lt;br /&gt;but now that mr intern is back,&lt;br /&gt;im blogging more often!&lt;br /&gt;sadly, im sure no one even reads my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;no harm just blogging for myself.&lt;br /&gt;right?. :)&lt;br /&gt;im trying to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i spent today at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;visiting mai's mummy.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;i had bloodie hell loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;mai, her mummy, kak ira(did i get it right?), and dilah make splendid company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. after readin a blog today,&lt;br /&gt;i found out that one boy bloodie hell lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;over and over.&lt;br /&gt;and tho i was told otherwise, i chose to believe the liar.&lt;br /&gt;god shiela.&lt;br /&gt;what an idiot you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met kitty today.&lt;br /&gt;it made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past month, i've become the proud new owners of far too many books.&lt;br /&gt;i'm limiting myself to two per month now.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;im a book worm.&lt;br /&gt;seeing them all just makes me wanna buy till the bank breaks.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be sooo rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i've concluded that im racist.&lt;br /&gt;whats contradicting however, is that my bestfriend just happens to be in the race that im against. ah wells. its not her fault she was born (insert desired race here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know this has been a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;will get more interesting as soon as i find "mr. facinating"&lt;br /&gt;he's probably locked away in some rusty drawer deep inside my grey matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a date tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;this guy is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but it just feels tiring.&lt;br /&gt;another date, another day.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of dating people.&lt;br /&gt;lets just take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is filled with completely random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i've got alot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;alot to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i choose to ignore all things for a more peaceful day.&lt;br /&gt;who says ignorance isn't a bliss is was sooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt healthy.&lt;br /&gt;but hell. who cares?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1729953706700243260?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1729953706700243260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=1729953706700243260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1729953706700243260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1729953706700243260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/02/congratulate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3830167268974235696</id><published>2008-01-15T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:02:06.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the light that tears aside the veil of darkness.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear miss A.S. please dont hurt mr. F&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont get you. werent you just dating some guy last month? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you broken up with him already? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean usually i wouldnt care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but this time, you've moved on to dating someone i know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not only that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's someone i know has had his heart broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shattered to pieces &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that he didnt even wanna date another girl for years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you come along, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he fell. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he let his guard and defences down all for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is it about you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wouldnt know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all im asking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is for you to try and make this one work out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna have to see him suffer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that wouldnt affect me much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to have to see my bestfriend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see his bestfreidn suffering.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i cannot take. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so please A***. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont hurt him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ok?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that that is done and over with,&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened, i duno where to start.&lt;br /&gt;everythings so complex and confusing.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the simplicity of things.&lt;br /&gt;then again, if i wana make this simple&lt;br /&gt;there is an answer.&lt;br /&gt;to simple to believe.&lt;br /&gt;to easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;too painful to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to find that your name is not even worthy of mention to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we're so close yet it feels like i cant say a word to you without worrying what you'd say about it? why cant we talk the way we use to? why does it feel like im not even worthy of your time? everyone else is much more important. then again, thats the way its always been. hasnt it? you didnt even bother looking for me till now. and i can bet its cos you feel like you owe it to me since i gave you what you needed. where have you gone? i suppose everyone else is just a much better friend to you than i have ever been. i suppose everything we've been through is just not worth while anymore. i suppose its time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny part about this is.. i've always seemed to get along better with your ex's than i ever did with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day. no matter what i say about you, and no matter what you did, when someone tells me you're not worth my time, when they say forget her, i always shove it in their faces and tell them that you dont deserve it. i can be boiling mad at you.. yet all it takes is an apolpgy. a smile, a teardrop. and i forget everything i ever held against you. why?.. i dont know. i guess cos its just you. my bestfriend no matter what you do. my bestfriend no matter what i do. i can never hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see whats new..&lt;br /&gt;i quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;theres a weding at my place this friday.&lt;br /&gt;FYP, spinnovex, open house, reports, log books, everythings finally over.&lt;br /&gt;lots of projects to complete.&lt;br /&gt;major test comming in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lost more to say. but i got bored of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. mysterious bennie boy's back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;i keep leaving you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you keep comming back for more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3830167268974235696?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3830167268974235696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3830167268974235696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3830167268974235696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3830167268974235696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-8228504784061026880</id><published>2007-12-18T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:48:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how is it possible for someone&lt;br /&gt;who claims not to fall in and out of love easily,&lt;br /&gt;to have already gone through 2 bfs in a matter of..&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;3 months?&lt;br /&gt;ok so you call it love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i call it bullshit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, im in too much trouble. and im falling.&lt;br /&gt;no wait. he's falling. and i dont want himto fall anymore.&lt;br /&gt;how do i make it go away?&lt;br /&gt;how do i make him stop falling without the risk of loosing such a freakin good friend?&lt;br /&gt;and why is all this only happening after almost a year of knowing you and talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;or was i just too blind to see these feelings you've &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; had for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more sinister note, i hate pilots.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;but i just do.&lt;br /&gt;so much for your promises b.&lt;br /&gt;you were never one for keeping them.&lt;br /&gt;and frankly speaking, im sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate it that i wont not talk to you if you were to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;im freaking pathatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhhh. my birthday went fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;heh. but my friday went better.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8228504784061026880?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8228504784061026880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8228504784061026880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8228504784061026880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8228504784061026880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-is-it-possible-for-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-2655243211669166941</id><published>2007-12-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:02:45.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's been over a month since i last blogged. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;plenty of changes.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the job thats keeping me a little too busy for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;so many contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who call themselves friends but play hide and seek game.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont wanna keep in contact, then just bloodie hell just disappear ok.&lt;br /&gt;dont bother looking for me if you're gonna perform the disappearing act.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell the sincere from the fake so please dont bother trying to fool me into it with sweet talk and lame excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were my friend.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i was wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;i was fooled again.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need a pilot and a secret rock star in my life thankyou very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need you to pretend to want to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;just wana see if you've got a shot.&lt;br /&gt;im not into you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into dating at the moment and lets leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;im not stuck up, snobbish or arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont need the extra worries in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i have no room for emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;so please.&lt;br /&gt;if you wana get to know me for the sake of kiss and tell, then dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;save me the pain of loosing a new found friend.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;be sincere.&lt;br /&gt;is that so much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my birthday is this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. 15th december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im.. planless?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;then again. i gotta work on my bithday anyways.&lt;br /&gt;dinner anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes. im aware of how pathatic i sound right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye love's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-2655243211669166941?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2655243211669166941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2655243211669166941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2655243211669166941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2655243211669166941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-its-been-over-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3071450826052877459</id><published>2007-10-25T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:48:17.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come and be my friend.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear shiela,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope for Tuesday, October 24:&lt;br /&gt;Today is perfect for reflecting on how your life is going and to make little adjustments to tweak it in the right direction. Things are going to get pretty crazy soon and you won't have time to change course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is up with these horoscopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear nor nadia natashah binte muhammad noor,&lt;br /&gt;im starting to miss you more and more by the day.&lt;br /&gt;where did it go wrong?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every now and then we find a special friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who never lets us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who understands it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaches out each time you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the best friend that I've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you can't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A part of you will never ever go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your heart will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(remember me this way - casper soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how long has it been since we last spoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come sit next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crack a joke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminince(sp) about the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me whats on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we could just sit in silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3071450826052877459?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3071450826052877459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3071450826052877459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3071450826052877459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3071450826052877459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-shiela-here-is-your-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-6833603423771227494</id><published>2007-10-24T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:58:02.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abracadabra'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo to ROCKING RIO.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hush while i silently wish you away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-6833603423771227494?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/6833603423771227494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=6833603423771227494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6833603423771227494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6833603423771227494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/woo-hoo-to-rocking-rio.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-1602653548574834998</id><published>2007-10-23T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:54:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i changed my mind. i cant be bothered to start a new blog. too much time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i hate it when horoscopes turn out to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear shiela,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscopefor Monday, October 22:&lt;br /&gt;Something that seems small actually has a profound affect on you, thanks to its hidden meanings that only you really get. Now is the time to rearrange your life in accordance with the new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could they possibly know? i guess its all just a matter of coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to NNN:&lt;br /&gt;hi. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you very much.&lt;br /&gt;the only way i get to know about things goin on in your life&lt;br /&gt;is by reading your blog.&lt;br /&gt;are we in a silent rift?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im happy you finally got your room back.&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;so much that i've kept from everyone&lt;br /&gt;cos im sure only you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;i miss coffee dates,&lt;br /&gt;endless hours of talking&lt;br /&gt;or just pure silence.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss us.&lt;br /&gt;do you miss it too?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b wrote me a letter. hes so sweet. and i miss him like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1602653548574834998?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1602653548574834998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=1602653548574834998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1602653548574834998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1602653548574834998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-guess-i-changed-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-2767730245326748981</id><published>2007-10-10T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:01:46.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog has been good. but i gotta go away now. i got to start a new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;just to get away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i cant wait for friday. besides it being the eve of hari raya, i get to see b! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as long as the army doesnt screw up his book out timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hey love, let me go.&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/21009404-2767730245326748981?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2767730245326748981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2767730245326748981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2767730245326748981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2767730245326748981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-blog-has-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-5858931230865085281</id><published>2007-10-05T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:07:16.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wouldnt it be nice.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-5858931230865085281?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/5858931230865085281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=5858931230865085281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5858931230865085281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/5858931230865085281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-you-imagine-no-love-pride-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-4214358453964788800</id><published>2007-10-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:10:12.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she listens like spring and she talks like june.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it wasnt meant for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaky. so weirdly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear shiela,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscopefor Wednesday, October 4:&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too worried if you find that you're feeling a bit disgruntled with your friends or family -- it's just the accumulation of tiny stresses. It'll all blow over pretty quickly, but for now try to lie low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b called twice last night. i missed both calls.&lt;br /&gt;and merely seconds ago, he just called to say.&lt;br /&gt;'hey b.. i called last night to tell you i had a really nice dream.. i dreamt that i went out with you and we had a really good time... yeah. thats all i wanted to say.. anyways i gotta go now. i just called to tell you that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;how fucking sweet can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im meeting someone for buke later. heh heh heh. i would put your name here. but it'll only bring unnecessary explanations to myself. self centered i know. but you know who you are. and they dont need to know who you are. haha. sorry love. i cant wait to see you too. we've got alot alot alot to catch up on! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you. i hope your day turns out to be a meaningful one. spent with the friend who dont desert you like i did. i dont know if i should be sorry. but knowing me, i am truely sorry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and the feeling inside just wont go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i saw you. i wanted to run to you. i wanted to hug you. i wanted to be held by you. but they stopped me. it was only right. i shouldn't do that. it wouldn't be right. i guess i still miss you. i guess im not over you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should learn the magic of highlighting what they read. they can see alot more by doing so. try it. it wouldnt hurt to try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long i'd stay in this state of not knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-4214358453964788800?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/4214358453964788800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=4214358453964788800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/4214358453964788800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/4214358453964788800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-wasnt-meant-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-7458555132860215404</id><published>2007-10-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:55:32.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss the boy who can fly.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh boy.this is gonna be along one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo- Beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging with my friends&lt;br /&gt;That's when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I was fly&lt;br /&gt;Right then you wished that&lt;br /&gt;I would be your baby (beyour baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to get some game&lt;br /&gt;Asking me girl what ya name&lt;br /&gt;All that ice upon ya chain&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you the same&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that&lt;br /&gt;we have fun together (funtogether)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is yours&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is for another guy (another guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been calling me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving messages all week&lt;br /&gt;Was your curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Got ya knees weak&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a man&lt;br /&gt;So I don't want noconfusion (no confusion)&lt;br /&gt;I took ya to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Got ya begging me for more&lt;br /&gt;But that was my queue to go&lt;br /&gt;So I hit the door&lt;br /&gt;I let you hot&lt;br /&gt;With your mind used to running wild (running wild)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't easy to find&lt;br /&gt;I'm a one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I judge your wine&lt;br /&gt;I know your only mine&lt;br /&gt;If you stick around&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to fall inlove (fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too cool for ya boy&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;We'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a couple months have past&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that this would last&lt;br /&gt;Oh everybody asked&lt;br /&gt;How ya got a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;But you should've known&lt;br /&gt;That nothing lastsforever (lasts forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mashed up ya mind&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you lies&lt;br /&gt;But boy don't be surprised&lt;br /&gt;That I'm seeing other guys&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to settle&lt;br /&gt;And you should've knownbetter (known better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls(you should have known)&lt;br /&gt;We're only gonna do yourdirt (cos I'll have)&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When I say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;floptops on roof tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bestie. i feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell you so many things,&lt;br /&gt;but i know you've got so much on your plate as it is.&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was something i could do.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see you this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;but im terrified of your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love you i miss you i cant wait to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;thats a secret that no one's suppose to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i was thinking but i asked if you'd wanna meet up for buke.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i asked how you were cos i cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but i guess you dont need me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;after all, its never me you look for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;then again, i know better than to look for you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thats the way it's always been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thats the way things are gonna stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i still love and care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and i know its the same for you to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thats enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;good bye to you.&lt;br /&gt;we're better off without.&lt;br /&gt;and jojo said it all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-7458555132860215404?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/7458555132860215404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=7458555132860215404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee. blogger blog blog blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with two besties this friday! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job interview?.. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh. yeah. boring~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3298261387997713152?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3298261387997713152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ll go out in style'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ignorance is a bliss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was spent with pilot.&lt;br /&gt;tho he fell sick, so we headed back in a cab after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i spent a grand total of 3 hours with mr pilot sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic line of the day:&lt;br /&gt;'you're the only person i know who has a boyfriend and yet doesn't have plans on a saturday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sadly, i agree. pathatic~&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i love my boyfriend anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RtmHPrz9EaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QHSSa8qGYx0/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105260356129591714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RtmHPrz9EaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QHSSa8qGYx0/s320/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that was tuesday with boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RtmHPrz9EbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jN1hCrnPurE/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105260356129591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RtmHPrz9EbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jN1hCrnPurE/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; till then~ toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1080500699789069852?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1080500699789069852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=1080500699789069852' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-2006230456041920506</id><published>2007-09-02T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:04:43.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when it rains'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Secondhand Serenade- Your Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;call I'm desperate for your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the song we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;In the car, do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer&lt;br /&gt;It's playing on repeat,&lt;br /&gt;Just like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because every breath that you will take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you are sitting next to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will bring life into my deepest hopes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;I'm tired of being all alone&lt;/em&gt;, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home x4&lt;br /&gt;( I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt; I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-2006230456041920506?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2006230456041920506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2006230456041920506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2006230456041920506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2006230456041920506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/09/secondhand-serenade-your-call-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-6094390847484789345</id><published>2007-09-01T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:05:50.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>total freedom makes me feel single.&lt;br /&gt;haha. is that a good thing or a bad one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i just cared too much about this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, im not caring as much.&lt;br /&gt;and hoping nothing screws it up.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly a bad thing now is it?&lt;br /&gt;its as good as being single with restrictions to other boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i complaining again?&lt;br /&gt;oh rightt.&lt;br /&gt;cos i only get to date my BOYFRIEND once a week.&lt;br /&gt;and talk to him about two nights a week if im lucky.&lt;br /&gt;weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways right,&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand blogshop owners who pose in the clothes they wana sell and then state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER WORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the picture.&lt;br /&gt;does this make any sense at all to you?&lt;br /&gt;if it does, please explain it to me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love songs that suit my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-6094390847484789345?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/6094390847484789345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=6094390847484789345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6094390847484789345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/6094390847484789345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/total-freedom-makes-me-feel-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-1335162125140249741</id><published>2007-08-31T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:07:27.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not expecting anything is the best possible solution.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has got to be the best one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are filled with doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;while yours seem completely filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i expect to see you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side of things,&lt;br /&gt;i hear so little from you that i barely have to send more than 15 msgs in a day!&lt;br /&gt;i still feel completely and utterly free to do whatever i please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something else i gotta get used to again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;lets just play by your rules and see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;seeing you once a week couldnt possibly be all that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know. sometimes i just dont get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im gona put the same amount of work in this relationship as you're putting in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be more active when you're being active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and remain passive when you're passive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;does that make me a bitchy girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i duno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not the best solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it sure saves alot of thinking and stressing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i sooo gotta learn to stop expecting anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even if its just for abit of your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh. and fyi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont think i like suprises very much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooohh. and i should stop playing pretend.&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/21009404-1335162125140249741?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1335162125140249741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=1335162125140249741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1335162125140249741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1335162125140249741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-has-got-to-be-best-one-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-229440485549161156</id><published>2007-08-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:56:51.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like you just the way you are'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>know whats scarry?&lt;br /&gt;my daily couples horoscopes have been soo true over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;and dang big bigger biggest time.&lt;br /&gt;i should have read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd aug read:&lt;br /&gt;One of you made a mistake, but if you face the consequences honestly and bravely, this will become a stepping stone, not a major obstacle. Most importantly, you have to forgive each other (and yourselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th aug:&lt;br /&gt;Hiding resentments under a veneer of politeness is a recipe for disaster, though it might make things seem easier right now. Be honest with yourself, and then be honest with your darling. It'll stop trouble before it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th aug read:&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your sweetie be the fall guy for this. The truth is that they feel a little too responsible for what just happened. Hey, they did the best they could, and the rest was up to fate. Tell them that -- repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th aug read:&lt;br /&gt;You're responsible for your actions, but the outcome is in the universe's control. Once you and your sweetie really get that, you'll find that you're ever so much more at ease. You might even have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell writes these things?&lt;br /&gt;and why do they seem to be sooo spot on?&lt;br /&gt;why i even subscribe to this shit?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;or remeber why actually..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfie, i am ever so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but you've been a bastard too.&lt;br /&gt;admit it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but you know i love you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally. selly. silly. solly. sully. loves.&lt;br /&gt;mamat. memet. mimit. momot. mumut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;then again.&lt;br /&gt;dont expected anything.&lt;br /&gt;that way,&lt;br /&gt;everything will be unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-229440485549161156?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/229440485549161156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=229440485549161156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/229440485549161156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/229440485549161156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/know-whats-scarry-my-daily-couples.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-4932302731529123661</id><published>2007-08-22T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:50:08.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thats right. i know all about your dirty little secret.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello 21st august! (waves!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im in a crappy mood.&lt;br /&gt;tryna cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;im down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;i cant fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the medicine not helping.&lt;br /&gt;gimmie a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all time fav: dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;taste completely bitter today&lt;br /&gt;not a tinge of that little bit of sweetness that i completely adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts decided to go random on me today.&lt;br /&gt;heres a little inside to where they went:&lt;br /&gt;china town&lt;br /&gt;paris&lt;br /&gt;the set of anamaniacs&lt;br /&gt;(ok lame. i know. blame the fever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of my train rides to school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss morning train rides with pilot.&lt;br /&gt;i've only got six months left in school.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana leave school.&lt;br /&gt;im scared silly at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;it felt just like the other day&lt;br /&gt;the 'tkgs' shirt boy(aka pilot) wanted to get to know 'affie's adek sedare'(aka me).&lt;br /&gt;and just last week that i spent very single break i had, with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that my rantings done for the day,&lt;br /&gt;im gona go force my brain to study.&lt;br /&gt;which is apparently bad&lt;br /&gt;because you're not suppose to study when your sick.&lt;br /&gt;kills the brain cells or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but its better than sitting around waiting to fall asleep when &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mr sand man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is obviously not comming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before you criticise someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should walk a mile in their shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That way, when you criticise them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a mile away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have THEIR shoes.&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/21009404-4932302731529123661?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/4932302731529123661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=4932302731529123661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/4932302731529123661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsRTSLz9EZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/viTWcKE25EQ/s1600-h/874138611l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099292249963696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsRTSLz9EZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/viTWcKE25EQ/s320/874138611l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss my attachment days.&lt;br /&gt;the place sucked.&lt;br /&gt;the people sucked.&lt;br /&gt;but the company of my two lovely fellow attach-ies&lt;br /&gt;adilah and yun lei rocked my socks.&lt;br /&gt;singing radio songs inthe room:&lt;br /&gt;(im so cold im so cold, this is why im hawt hawt hawt hawt~)&lt;br /&gt;labeling countless of bloodtubes,&lt;br /&gt;bitching sessions in the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;idiotic pictures(refer to pic above),&lt;br /&gt;endless laughters,&lt;br /&gt;priceless memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsRNY7z9EYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9PnsgzF5aW4/s1600-h/explode.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;todays horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;Are you unconsciously trying to lower&lt;br /&gt;your expectations so you won't be disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's good to be realistic,&lt;br /&gt;but don't talk yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;did the usual studying at school for hours.&lt;br /&gt;pretty fruitful i must say.&lt;br /&gt;then i met boyfie for dinner, a long chat and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;pretty short day.&lt;br /&gt;but perfect nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic line number 2:&lt;br /&gt;''i knocked the thing then i scared fall down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh. classic line number 1 was:&lt;br /&gt;"austria is spelt with an 'L' what.. so you just need to add another 'A' and it becomes australia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres just something about you&lt;br /&gt;that even having too much of is never enough&lt;br /&gt;you just keep me comming back for more~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i love you honey.&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/21009404-2234989155550754100?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2234989155550754100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2234989155550754100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2234989155550754100'/><link rel='self' 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best.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im super hyper now.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get all that much sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met syarii last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;its been over a year since i last met him.&lt;br /&gt;things havent changed abit.&lt;br /&gt;it was as tho we just picked up the conv from where we left it just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;a years worth of catching up done in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll see you next year?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im currently annoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i'm haing my exams now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i cant find my notes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from annoyed to super duper happy and hyper in less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO TALK TO AFZAL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we talked about everything in half an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my new/old boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to how sleeping in trenches is actually comfortable&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bestie's the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you so rock laa.&lt;br /&gt;i knew you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like mad pilot.&lt;br /&gt;come home soon!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098567702420255698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHAT94J89I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SFgMKmDCXfo/s320/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oohh. that makes is one best friend and one good friend down for catch up session, and another bestfriend and all my girlfriends to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor nadia natashah. you are missed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574153461134306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHGLd4J8-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/UgEp1b4B9l0/s320/993782728l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful ladies who i havent met in so long.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy..&lt;br /&gt;i do apologise.&lt;br /&gt;but 18th of august is comming!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see you guys. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574690332046322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHGqt4J8_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ErU8cPyUWks/s320/14186113115696l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;god.. how old is this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mai and dilah.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making my every day at school the best i could possibly ask for.&lt;br /&gt;layaning me even tho i just go 'bla bla bla' half the time.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098575716829230082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHHmd4J9AI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OjiO4Irsl3c/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole entry is about friends!&lt;br /&gt;because even tho we may not meet or talk very often,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're always there if i need you.&lt;br /&gt;and im always here if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098576313829684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHIJN4J9BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8VTyei_8EzQ/s320/DSC01682.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;ohh. and not forgetting boyfie,&lt;br /&gt;whos been making my everydayso fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;i love you plenty. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am aware that im in every single picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dont have pictures of just them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. yeah i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess thats that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your's truely, &lt;em&gt;Miss ever so boncit&lt;/em&gt;, Shiela.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098576970959680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 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type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-super-hyper-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RsHAT94J89I/AAAAAAAAAGM/SFgMKmDCXfo/s72-c/DSC01718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-209407056905448835</id><published>2007-08-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:33:09.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making every wrong right.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;br /&gt;it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,&lt;br /&gt;not even close,&lt;br /&gt;not even a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;not even at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-209407056905448835?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/209407056905448835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=209407056905448835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/209407056905448835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/209407056905448835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-7925256008589292673</id><published>2007-08-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:13:59.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always be prepared for the worst'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Endlessly- Azn Dreamers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night you call on a phone&lt;br /&gt;We talk about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you found out he was cheating&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it hurts to the bone&lt;br /&gt;To trust someone that way&lt;br /&gt;To find that he was deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've always just been your friend&lt;br /&gt;But if you look my way , I'll make sure you're never hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart and I swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd only see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you fell in love&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe&lt;br /&gt;That it was not with me&lt;br /&gt;I sent a secret prayer up above&lt;br /&gt;And put my heart away&lt;br /&gt;So that you could be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know right now you're broken in two&lt;br /&gt;But do you know my heart's been broken since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart and I swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And in my sweetest dream&lt;br /&gt;You learned to put your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the thing you need&lt;br /&gt;Is the one thing you can't see&lt;br /&gt;If you put your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I cross my heart and I swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd only see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-7925256008589292673?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/7925256008589292673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=7925256008589292673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7925256008589292673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7925256008589292673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/endlessly-azn-dreamers-late-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-8575488274829715768</id><published>2007-08-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:05:56.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont hate the child just because the mother&apos;s a bitch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some one once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER make someone a priority in your life, when you remain an option in their's.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he got it all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;it's a very logical thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona go completely random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh!!!! paramore has a new video for hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=sApyi41SoVM"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=sApyi41SoVM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch! weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye beautiful~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8575488274829715768?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8575488274829715768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8575488274829715768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8575488274829715768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8575488274829715768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-one-once-said-never-make-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-2276273223083310291</id><published>2007-08-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:58:12.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i never saw it comming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paramore- Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place&lt;br /&gt;If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday&lt;br /&gt;If only time flew like a dove&lt;br /&gt;Well God, make it fly faster than I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we're not giving up&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;Screaming "hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto patience wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;I can't force these eyes to see the end&lt;br /&gt;If only time flew like a dove&lt;br /&gt;We could watch it fly and just keep looking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we're not giving up&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;Screaming "hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've got time on our hands&lt;br /&gt;(We've got time) Got nothing but time on our hands&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing but, got nothing but&lt;br /&gt;(We've got time) Got nothing but time on our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we're not giving up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's make it last forever&lt;br /&gt;Screaming "hallelujah" (hallelujah)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new arrival always turns up after the old bird has landed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-2276273223083310291?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/2276273223083310291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=2276273223083310291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2276273223083310291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/2276273223083310291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/aramore-somehow-everythings-gonna-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-7344804515480528561</id><published>2007-08-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:52:18.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfie.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;remember remember the 4th of august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;so it's like.. official now huh?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYBEATS.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i look foward to every year..&lt;br /&gt;ended up to be a great disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong. i loved the company i had. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the line up sucked. and on the one day i was actually looking foward to, i have no one to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure i would enjoy it even if i did have company tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'be my date for one day of baybeats ok?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'sure thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for that eh mr &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;fan dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095135474238402802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RrWOt_h4sPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AsBI5xRraFc/s320/Second_Best_by_PostSecrets.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you whats goin on in my life now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss the days we use to have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i miss the laughter, the coffee, the talks, the 'can meet anytime, anyday, anywhere', the aimless walks, the retarded moments, the... Everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but most of all, i miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you know how much i miss you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i havent been living up to my part too. i know. but im trying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you mean the world to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and you're the only friend with whom i can never live without.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the only one i ever needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i would give up anything just to change things back to the way they were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but sometimes, 'anything' just isnt enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and it'll always take two hands to clap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you know what im thinking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you read what i have to say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you need me as much as i need you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i love you loads bestie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-7344804515480528561?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/7344804515480528561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=7344804515480528561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7344804515480528561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/7344804515480528561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/08/remember-remember-4th-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RrWOt_h4sPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AsBI5xRraFc/s72-c/Second_Best_by_PostSecrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-8114689790577864437</id><published>2007-07-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:57:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RqtnWPh4sOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sXsUcoyfj6k/s1600-h/Droopy20Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277435495919842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RqtnWPh4sOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sXsUcoyfj6k/s320/Droopy20Dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's for you b :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8114689790577864437?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8114689790577864437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8114689790577864437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8114689790577864437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8114689790577864437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/07/thats-for-you-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1JMZKnjaJIM/RqtnWPh4sOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sXsUcoyfj6k/s72-c/Droopy20Dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-3775094698395457788</id><published>2007-07-28T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:46:35.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That&apos;s what you get when you let your heart win'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. im painfully aware of how dull and boring the past entries have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long ago.. i made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; wish for an eternity to heaven and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that i could love you without giving a crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long after&lt;br /&gt;im afraid it might be comming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; told me you said:&lt;br /&gt;"girlfriend aku belikan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; laughed it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; seem to want me to meet all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; havent told a soul about you besides mai and dilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've&lt;/strong&gt; told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; havent said it. not even once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; havent seemed to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because once upon a very long time ago, &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; told you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"i dont have to say 'i love you' to prove to you that i do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;im taking each day as it passes.&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying my time with you.&lt;br /&gt;but im not letting my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is it safe yet?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is this for real?&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/21009404-3775094698395457788?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3775094698395457788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3775094698395457788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3775094698395457788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3775094698395457788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-too-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-510743909872813523</id><published>2007-07-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:12:49.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hope I can find the words to say'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vertical Horizon-You're a God &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've got to be honest&lt;br /&gt;I think you know&lt;br /&gt;We're covered in lies and that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's somewhere beyond this I know&lt;br /&gt;But I hope I can find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again no&lt;br /&gt;No never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;That you would know&lt;br /&gt;You're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been unable&lt;br /&gt;To put you down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning things I ought to know by now&lt;br /&gt;It's under the table so&lt;br /&gt;I need something more to show somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again no&lt;br /&gt;No never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;That you would know&lt;br /&gt;You're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be honest&lt;br /&gt;I think you know&lt;br /&gt;We're covered in lies and that's OK&lt;br /&gt;There's somewhere beyond this I know&lt;br /&gt;But I hope I can find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again no&lt;br /&gt;No never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;That you would know&lt;br /&gt;You're a god&lt;br /&gt;And I am not&lt;br /&gt;And I just thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-510743909872813523?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/510743909872813523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=510743909872813523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/510743909872813523'/><link rel='self' 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Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. (Its TRUE) &amp;(Is'nt it GREAT !!). If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R =You are a social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;O = You are very open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;S = You are very broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;H =You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;I  =You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;E =You are a very exciting person.&lt;br /&gt;L = Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;A = You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A = You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;B = You are always cautious when it comes to meeting newpeople.&lt;br /&gt;C = You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.&lt;br /&gt;D = You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;E =You are a very exciting person.&lt;br /&gt;F = Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;G = You have excellent ways of viewing people.&lt;br /&gt;H =You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;I  =You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;J =Jealously&lt;br /&gt;K =You like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;L = Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;M = Success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;N = You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;O = You are very open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;P =You are very friendly and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Q = You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R =You are a social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;S = You are very broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;T = You have an attitude, a big one.&lt;br /&gt;U = You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards.&lt;br /&gt;V = You have a very good physique and looks.&lt;br /&gt;W = You like your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;X = You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y = You cause a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Z = You're always fighting with someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-5846828629499108480</id><published>2007-07-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:59:40.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ve let me down.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Predictable &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something isn't rightI can feel it again feel it again&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time&lt;br /&gt;That you left me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Sad excuses and false hopes high&lt;br /&gt;I saw this coming still I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;You're so predictable&lt;br /&gt;I knew something would go wrong (something's always wrong)&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call&lt;br /&gt;Or say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;So predictable (so predictable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take your empty words your broken promises&lt;br /&gt;And all the time you stole cause I am done with this&lt;br /&gt;I can give it away give it away&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin everything I should've&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm makin a change I'm living the day&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving back what you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all along You're so predictable&lt;br /&gt;I knew something would go wrong (something's always wrong)&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call&lt;br /&gt;Or say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;So predictable (so predictable)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-5846828629499108480?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21009404.post-8328467201183573673</id><published>2007-07-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:02:01.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'now if you remember carefully..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so what happens if im not careful enough?&lt;br /&gt;god damn. lecturers should attend english courses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8328467201183573673?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8328467201183573673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8328467201183573673' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>shock shock gasp screams!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i keep gettin myself deeper into this shit.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i still single and available?&lt;br /&gt;god knows.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;so i must be it right?&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw you for two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;as if that isnt a miracle in itself,&lt;br /&gt;you sent me home the other night.&lt;br /&gt;and i got panic attacks and kept goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;'i dont understand'&lt;br /&gt;'wait. why are you here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. it was that big a shock.&lt;br /&gt;and unless you knew the story&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like being told that every theory you ever had was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;like everything came to bite you in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;haha uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. it wasnt a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a big big shock.&lt;br /&gt;numsasaying?&lt;br /&gt;ok im goin on and on with the guilty pleasures of rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;no really.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;i din pay my bill.&lt;br /&gt;and my line is suspended.&lt;br /&gt;and suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally disappear in peace.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-8217002407400497251?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/8217002407400497251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=8217002407400497251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8217002407400497251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/8217002407400497251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/07/shock-shock-gasp-screams-i-keep-gettin.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-4101705838172225780</id><published>2007-07-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:17:17.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its only words.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>words.&lt;br /&gt;they have no meaning in them.&lt;br /&gt;words are meaningless untill someone puts meaning in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could just say i see a beautiful doll.&lt;br /&gt;but omeone else could say there is no meaning in what i say.&lt;br /&gt;for the doll has no beauty unless it it is felt by others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean what you say. and say what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;for otherwise, words dont mean a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-4101705838172225780?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/4101705838172225780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=4101705838172225780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;seeing you seems to be the only thing i look foward to.&lt;br /&gt;im screwing everything up.&lt;br /&gt;come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take these things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;it feels filthy.&lt;br /&gt;it weighs a tonn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alah shiela, its better to stay single lah. singles still the best.'&lt;br /&gt;unless of cos..&lt;br /&gt; you could find a guy whos willing to get into a relationship with no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt; but those relationships have its con's too.&lt;br /&gt;you can't get emotionally attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. in my dreams, that actually might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might disappear from everyone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;as in no reply when u msg, and no answer when you call.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda disappear.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye.&lt;div 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Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-1275755426782717484</id><published>2007-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:21:42.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear i fear we're facing a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. dear being you and me.&lt;br /&gt;you being me. and me still refering to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today seemed completely unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking of what i said to you.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking if it was true.&lt;br /&gt;i kept hearing your voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wana shout at it and tell it to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how've you been?&lt;br /&gt;i miss bestie's.&lt;br /&gt;one's in camp. and the other, i just havent seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what im typing.&lt;br /&gt;talking round in circles amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-1275755426782717484?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/1275755426782717484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=1275755426782717484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1275755426782717484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/1275755426782717484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-i-fear-were-facing-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sell me Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08825371553748774865</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-21009404.post-3106628658389585114</id><published>2007-07-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:13:58.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i know you know'/><title type='text'>if only i heard you say</title><content type='html'>i guess the disappearing act got tiring.&lt;br /&gt;and blogging seems like fun all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's outing was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;yet everything about it seemed to suck.&lt;br /&gt;i did all the wrong things. and said all the wrong words.&lt;br /&gt;i got home feeling like i shouldnt have done it.&lt;br /&gt;but later at night i did it again.&lt;br /&gt;i confessed to you everything that was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i told you that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i care about what my friends think of you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i enjoy myself when im with you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i cat get annoyed at you no matter how hard i try.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i cant seem to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i always go looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i cant stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i hate so many things about you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i cant tell you whats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i hate not being brave enough to ask questions i want to know the answers to.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i just cant seem to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly, its not that that im most afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;cos i began to realise more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;i hate not being able to understand why you still do it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for not giving it the benifit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i know how i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i wont let myself think of the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i care about what they think.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i care about them to not want to hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i know the reason in the line above is not the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this line: 'i told you so' cos should anything happen, i know they'd say it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i remind them not to let me do it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that they think thats truely how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i do it just to 'act tough'.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that im too afraid to let you in.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i cant get over you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i have to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i gave you so much hope.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i had so much hope.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that i'm gona let 'us' fade away.&lt;br /&gt;i hate me for letting it all slip away.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being so &lt;em&gt;fcuking&lt;/em&gt; aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word hate has been used too many times in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was brave enough to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you wouldnt give up.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt care of what anyone thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;i wish tt my friends would let me make my own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;even if it means repeating it ten times before i got it right.&lt;br /&gt;i wish they could see how happy i am when im with him.&lt;br /&gt;i wish they knew what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for an eternity to heaven and back.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;em&gt;i could love you&lt;/em&gt; without giving a crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21009404-3106628658389585114?l=anachronistic-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/feeds/3106628658389585114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21009404&amp;postID=3106628658389585114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3106628658389585114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21009404/posts/default/3106628658389585114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anachronistic-.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-only-i-heard-you-say.html' title='if only i heard you 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