<?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-21814132</id><updated>2011-04-30T06:34:12.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you amaze me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6620301858316014088</id><published>2008-05-20T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:59:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i said i'm moving i mean i'm moving to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;When i said i'm leaving. I mean i'm leaving a certain place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6620301858316014088?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6620301858316014088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6620301858316014088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-said-im-moving-i-mean-im-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7068522057431252455</id><published>2008-05-18T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:43:27.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last straw,&lt;br /&gt;Friends dont come as and when you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;They are like relationship, you have to nurture it.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont make the effort, or you choose to ruin all.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you are not even a nickel worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i be more of a friend,&lt;br /&gt;when you had been less of a friend to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea,&lt;br /&gt;i'm both leaving and moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7068522057431252455?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7068522057431252455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7068522057431252455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-straw-friends-dont-come-as-and.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7293669629485104359</id><published>2008-05-16T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:15:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;South of the Borders, West of the Sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Call of Humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7293669629485104359?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7293669629485104359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7293669629485104359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-like-south-of-borders-west-of-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3793553637958257462</id><published>2008-05-16T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:36:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;This is not right. This is not right.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i. why am i?&lt;br /&gt;I feel funny. I feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;Something's leaving. Something's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are taken over. taken over.&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny.  I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you? How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning. I'm sinking.&lt;br /&gt;it's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;I just want nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3793553637958257462?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3793553637958257462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3793553637958257462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-674805374361189012</id><published>2008-05-14T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:50:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are complicated.&lt;br /&gt;it's always good to take a step back&lt;br /&gt;and think about how simple things can be.&lt;br /&gt;Why probe when you can just watch it pass you by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how things shd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye emo days.&lt;br /&gt;welcome joyful (i hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-674805374361189012?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/674805374361189012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/674805374361189012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-things-are-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2073619417787665408</id><published>2008-05-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:13:56.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go,&lt;br /&gt;At times like this,&lt;br /&gt;it might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2073619417787665408?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2073619417787665408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2073619417787665408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-come-and-go-at-times-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6749131340301094633</id><published>2008-05-03T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:07:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find it hilariously funny,&lt;br /&gt;Other times i find it stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Many times, i wonder if you even have a working brain.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i think i found the answer,&lt;br /&gt;you dont even have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6749131340301094633?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6749131340301094633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6749131340301094633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-find-it-hilariously-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6010537647659024108</id><published>2008-04-30T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:28:20.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare differences. Might consider as mild attacks. I don't understand why it's like that. Neither do i understand why i'm feeling like that. Maybe it's normal but it makes me feel irrational. Maybe it's right to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will tell, someday i will know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday, it might be the end.&lt;br /&gt;But all i know i might lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on Jess, Face the fact,&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6010537647659024108?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6010537647659024108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6010537647659024108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/spare-differences.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5529038703223906804</id><published>2008-04-28T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:26:49.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really hope you will stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about the people around you. It's very annoying and tiring. We're right. but who's to blame anw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5529038703223906804?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5529038703223906804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5529038703223906804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-i-really-hope-you-will-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8272478123602990090</id><published>2008-04-26T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:27:01.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, point proven&lt;br /&gt;i was delighted after work.&lt;br /&gt;Partly because i had my weekly dosage of G-drug&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and the weekend is here! hurrayy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously not enjoying working life.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope next week will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie and live band made it blissful&lt;br /&gt;but your company made it beyond bliss.&lt;br /&gt;rating out of 5 stars, Harold and Kumar&lt;br /&gt;got all 5 stars from me because of you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*not a name of an actual drug. it's just to emphasis addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8272478123602990090?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8272478123602990090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8272478123602990090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-yes-point-proven-i-was-delighted.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6136021913347404980</id><published>2008-04-24T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:19:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away to a place just beside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont understand, Just dont understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone do something about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's getting into me, I just dont feel well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me i'm gg to be damnn happy after work tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm. i wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As random as this entry is, one week passed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now I have another 18 weeks of SIP to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;damn bloody emo now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6136021913347404980?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6136021913347404980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6136021913347404980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-away-to-place-just-beside-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3566986223037677482</id><published>2008-04-19T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:59:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I receive so much joy from being able to see a smile in your eyes. I love to look at you and realise how glad i am for everything the two of us share. It would be wonderful if every wish imaginable could find a way to come true but deep down inside, i don't need all those wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because all i need is. what i have. with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3566986223037677482?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3566986223037677482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3566986223037677482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-receive-so-much-joy-from-being-able.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3995987363213574757</id><published>2008-04-19T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:13:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must it always end on sucha bad note? Are all these part and parcel of life? Oh god, it's so tiring to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3995987363213574757?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3995987363213574757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3995987363213574757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/must-it-always-end-on-sucha-bad-note.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6498874256850780752</id><published>2008-04-15T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:09:15.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imaginary collections. Reality so surreal. Illusionary consciousness. All these seemed to hit my brain at one blow. As much as I tried, I don’t plan to take it and pushing it away makes the coward in me surface. I seriously don’t understand neither do i know how to improvise the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why must everything be so deep? I just don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6498874256850780752?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6498874256850780752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6498874256850780752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/imaginary-collections.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6322462455669522360</id><published>2008-04-12T13:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:37:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is hidden beneath the strong ugly front of yours? I honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; seeing neither do i enjoy what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hearing. But who am i to confront this matter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Any hows&lt;/span&gt;, Finally its feels like holidays but come to think of it, its pretty boring when you have nothing much to do and yes, you will tend to want to go back to school/work. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay i seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what happen to all my inspirations, it seems to deplete as i write. Pardon me for the lack of entries recently. because each time i open the page and attempt to type, next moment i get lazy and decide to sign out of blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you can make it on your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6322462455669522360?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6322462455669522360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6322462455669522360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-hidden-beneath-strong-ugly-front.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-933850555001799187</id><published>2008-04-07T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:12:04.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad to say, the league had ended and Pasirian had been a good team. Weekends are gg to be so mundane from now on. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-933850555001799187?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/933850555001799187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/933850555001799187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-to-say-league-had-ended-and.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6343979910636355924</id><published>2008-04-01T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:13:09.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How would you feel when your dreams shatter, hopes disappear, your wrist is injured and trust is gone? How would you feel when everything change in a split-second? How would you feel when you rise up then something hit you and you fell 6 feet under? How would you feel when the whole world seems to be watching you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for all the hows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever that doesn't kills you, makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will find my way. I just need a break. a serious one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God will make a way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6343979910636355924?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6343979910636355924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6343979910636355924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-would-you-feel-when-your-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8597110178195200389</id><published>2008-04-01T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:03:54.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its still getting into me, i don't really know what i should do. Can anyone differentiate the right and the wrong? From what's on the surface and what's beneath? Maybe from things that are known to things that are not known? Don't you somehow wanna know what's unknown? Don't you tend try hard to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i not know instead?&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/21814132-8597110178195200389?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8597110178195200389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8597110178195200389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-still-getting-into-me-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1085930457916936227</id><published>2008-03-31T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:36:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1085930457916936227?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1085930457916936227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1085930457916936227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-miss-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6686926301202243356</id><published>2008-03-30T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:12:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a minute and we still holding it down&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies every time you come around&lt;br /&gt;You make me, so crazy&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't ever wanna be with no one else&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that ever made me melt&lt;br /&gt;You're special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6686926301202243356?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6686926301202243356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6686926301202243356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-minute-and-we-still-holding-it.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3569579370680288909</id><published>2008-03-28T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:50:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Training was good. I'm totally exhausted. Anw, I was asked to blog so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed you to know that&lt;br /&gt;you're priceless, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3569579370680288909?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3569579370680288909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3569579370680288909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/training-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3621331798610565998</id><published>2008-03-26T03:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:13:02.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just fyi, Jessica's one the happiest girls in the world right now because the people who left her here alone in Singapore for four freaking long days are finally back. You should really hear how happy and superly eggcited she was when you all came online one by one. Aww, so sweet right? :/ Oh but, she's quite sad cos KF, you didn't get the bird nest she wanted, haha. Oh, I think all of you should really know this. While all of you were gone, she went on and on complaining and whining about how long you all were gonna be gone for, and how she really wanted to go and how you all left her behind. Hahaha, see that's how much she missed you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't manage to get tickets for the Maroon 5 concert that happened like last night as well, so that's like a double boo. Oh oh oh, and Myra, Jess really badly wants to know what you got for her from Bangkok. By the way, did anyone get anything for me? Hahaha okay, I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, I really hope you all can see how I'm trying very hard to come up with something and not sound dumb (while she's grinding her teeth far away at Dreamland, tsk!). Okay, I know I already sound dumb, shucks. Oh and, I don't usually write in metaphors, and this is probably one of the most straight forward and longest posts she has. So, I apologise for the abrupt change in the style of her entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, and I heard the few names I have right now. Like Dine dine (?!?!?!) Okay, I think G's cool but erm, G-spot and G-string ain't that cool anymore. Anything but Dine dine, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I just did a very bad job posting for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;G. (Heh, see I told you G's cool.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3621331798610565998?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3621331798610565998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3621331798610565998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-just-fyi-jessicas-one-happiest.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7373829017624163834</id><published>2008-03-25T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:09:29.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say,&lt;br /&gt;now I’ll never be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;look at what you’ve shown me,&lt;br /&gt;never find a love like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this life tries to keep us apart,&lt;br /&gt;you keep calling me back to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you found me,&lt;br /&gt;wrap your world around me,&lt;br /&gt;never find a love like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7373829017624163834?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7373829017624163834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7373829017624163834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-me-hear-you-say-now-ill-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2548683888001816061</id><published>2008-03-23T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:30:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little things we did. Those random walks. The journeys. That toasted toasts under the pouring rain.  That sweet smiles on your face as small talks conversed. The trip to church. the shelther at bugis. Unfortunately, there was a tinge of unhappiness within me which surfaced because of my friends who deliberately left me alone in singers (not alone actually but im sad). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i need you to know that I enjoyed. every single minute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i hope you enjoyed it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Easter all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2548683888001816061?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2548683888001816061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2548683888001816061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-things-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8147640154510304436</id><published>2008-03-21T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:49:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr 7am, im gg to be alone in the wolves town. All the little wolfies or rather most of them will be heading to bangkok while i struggle in singapore by myself. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gotta rush off already. before it starts raining and someone starts screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;Good friday, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8147640154510304436?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8147640154510304436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8147640154510304436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/tmr-7am-im-gg-to-be-alone-in-wolves.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8479924238209236193</id><published>2008-03-21T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:46:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got my attention at hello&lt;br /&gt;We had this connection that wouldn’t let go&lt;br /&gt;There was something sexy ‘bout your voice&lt;br /&gt;Anything you say makes a beautiful noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we break up to make up right away&lt;br /&gt;Just an excuse to lay in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;I know that this thing we have won't ever change&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I have the confidence to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of girls are sexy&lt;br /&gt;but you know how to use it&lt;br /&gt;You can keep me up on the phone all night&lt;br /&gt;We say lets hang up on 3 but we don’t ever do it&lt;br /&gt;Aint it crazy how after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got that you hang up, no you hang up kinda love&lt;br /&gt;We got that you hang up, no you hang up kinda love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby you still know just how to&lt;br /&gt;Blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;After everything that we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;It still feels right&lt;br /&gt;And I know, that I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Picture living my life without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8479924238209236193?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8479924238209236193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8479924238209236193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-got-my-attention-at-hello-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-355946706771939540</id><published>2008-03-19T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:32:40.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, work had been frantic but fun. I love the environment that im in. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And on a much sweeter note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm very happy because of &lt;em&gt;you,g.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-355946706771939540?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/355946706771939540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/355946706771939540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/pardon-for-my-last-entry-if-it-offended.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3065258925375253570</id><published>2008-03-18T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:16:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KF is gg to buy a house in malaysia to rear swallows because i want to eat Bird Nest. Omg can you imagine me having to live there, and watch kf trying to rear them. Ensuring that they dont fly toooo far because they are expensive. Or maybe since they can be found only on the mountains, thus we will have a house there. and because if that, we have to climb down to do shopping and up with bags of things. Even though, I have my lic probably she wont get me a car there. Omg lah. kf, this kind of life-style i dont want. You can have it. I will just have the product of it okay. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, the thought of her buying a house for me is sooooo sweet, dont you think? The sweetest thing that anyone have done for me. thank you bestest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3065258925375253570?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3065258925375253570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3065258925375253570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/kf-is-gg-to-buy-house-in-malaysia-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5932073361257697285</id><published>2008-03-17T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:04:48.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as i try hard to understand the situation now, i apparently dont. Maybe im stepping forward too much that i should hold myself back other times. Maybe i shd play on the other side instead of forcing through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this still warming up for your game? Tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5932073361257697285?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5932073361257697285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5932073361257697285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-much-as-i-try-hard-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3765925466915394742</id><published>2008-03-10T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:16:57.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time, i drive pass this particular place, i always try to keep a look out for you. Hoping that our path will meet someday again. but up till now, since the last time i saw you, 3 months ago, i had never seen you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can i see you again, senior? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3765925466915394742?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3765925466915394742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3765925466915394742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/each-time-i-drive-past-this-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5401360541993718067</id><published>2008-03-08T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:52:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who can really distinguish between the sea and whats reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That became. My point of departure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5401360541993718067?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5401360541993718067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5401360541993718067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-you-see-anyone-shot-by-gun-without.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1123109642339117851</id><published>2008-03-03T01:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:50:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i found the therapy for aching feets is buying a new pair of shoes which i did today. and managed to catch MeetTheSpartans during break. It's a horrible movie, people. dont watch it. Nonetheless, Im starting to love working there. The people makes it really fun to work in. I hope everything will be fine. Wish me luck in waking up tmr. Im sure bestie is struggling as well. We will pull this thru eh! lovelovelove (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The good point is that you get to meet new people. but i hate the bad point, which is you got to learn to miss the usual people around you. oh well, I cant wait for wednesday to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, we lost the game yesterday and i've got bad muscle pull and a broken ankle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodnight now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1123109642339117851?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1123109642339117851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1123109642339117851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-found-therapy-for-aching-feets.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7204421572003276854</id><published>2008-03-01T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:23:00.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huray to the end of exams, boo to work. Today's my first day of work and my legs are breaking already. Even though it's pretty fun working at mezza9 but still. my legs are like jelly now. Anyone have some secret recipe on how to kill pain? PLEASE LET ME KNOW. im dying plus there's a game tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay goodnight now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7204421572003276854?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7204421572003276854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7204421572003276854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/03/huray-to-end-of-exams-boo-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8760366610875059022</id><published>2008-02-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:56:13.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in soul-mating?&lt;br /&gt;At least i do, ever since i found you.&lt;br /&gt;love you best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8760366610875059022?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8760366610875059022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8760366610875059022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-believe-in-soul-mating-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-460809894691581318</id><published>2008-02-25T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:27:22.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time, i choose to react differently dont mean i dont feel so. I just dont feel like going with the norm. Sometimes, when i say over, dont mean im okay. I really want to get away for awhile. After exams, im going to hibernate. I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before i forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;em&gt;Popcorn&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im sure you will be reading this and i hope you are feeling better now. Stop thinking about today's alright. You will do well the next. I believe you will. (: SMILE OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/21814132-460809894691581318?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/460809894691581318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/460809894691581318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-of-time-i-choose-to-react.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4516245047227853974</id><published>2008-02-24T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:14:15.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, check out the new mazda 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its so pretty. i want to test drive!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/21814132-4516245047227853974?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4516245047227853974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4516245047227853974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-goodness-check-out-new-mazda-6.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6927965612337966469</id><published>2008-02-23T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:27:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we won today, 7-1. I scored after so many attempts. lalala~! so happy. anyhow, i shdnt even be online now. I shd be studying. Guess i will only start intensive studying tmr. Like literally glue myself on the chair far away from the laptop. Maybe i shd lock my laptop in the closet. Or maybe put it in forbidden areas in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down, 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for holis! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me it's true, will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6927965612337966469?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6927965612337966469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6927965612337966469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-we-won-today-7-1.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-124846696716995070</id><published>2008-02-21T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:16:10.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further i walk, the wider the distance.&lt;br /&gt;I want to breach it, i want to walk beside you again.&lt;br /&gt;but i dontknow how to.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, i let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything i can do to go closer?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to honor this&lt;br /&gt;The savior king&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-124846696716995070?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/124846696716995070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/124846696716995070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/further-i-walk-wider-distance.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4581721841689051599</id><published>2008-02-19T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:10:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shd be studying! Why m i not studying? I need to study! Why cant i stop typing? Why am i home? I cant study at home. i should be out. Why am i home again? How can i concentrate like that. The Tv is my nightmare now. I have to study. I need to study. The books are calling me but i'm cover the noise by blasting the radio. I need to study yet im still typing. I feel like going out. I feel like driving around. I wanna go Pulau Ubin, I feel like going for a run now? Should i go for a run now? I also want to swim. But i'm pretty lazy although it's just beside my house. Save me people. Worse for all i feel like playing floorball. I should be studying. I have to study. Please ground me to the chair and make me concentrate. My mind cant stop wondering. I took too many breaks. Break to vivo. Break to pump petrol. Break to msn. I forbid myself from reaching my phone but it seems like im going to break it soon. okay i just broke it. Why is everyone studying outside? Maybe i should go out too. but im lazy to get out of the house. Maybe i shd just go tmr. Why m i thinking about it now? I should be studying. I also need to stop myself from breaking. I need to studying! AWWWWWW SAVE ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pardon me for the major 'needtostudy' break-down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laters all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attempt #4573 -Revision on lighting and acoustics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starts now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4581721841689051599?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4581721841689051599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4581721841689051599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-shd-be-studying-why-m-i-not-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7039384720363680843</id><published>2008-02-17T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:55:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just love Floorball so much. It brings me angst, bittersweet joy, undiscovered pain, conscious appearance, faith, believe and so much more. Nonetheless, the best bunch of friends. (: i love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, we won today, 7-3. So angry with myself. My shots dint get it although they were pretty nice. I dont care im looking forward to next week now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again, exams are coming, marks Sunday. Ever wonder why floorball brings such great joy? I've got my answer today, have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7039384720363680843?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7039384720363680843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7039384720363680843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-love-floorball-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1712478203078553383</id><published>2008-02-16T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:41:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all obtacles faced,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; in love with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1712478203078553383?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1712478203078553383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1712478203078553383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3626136165876830210</id><published>2008-02-15T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:13:00.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school means last day of terrorising datelines. After 5 pm today, i will be a free bird. or maybe before. Anw a quick update, valentine's day was well-spent and different this year. I feel so brand new right now. Recharged with love to contiune the cycle till the next valentine. So i received a muffin, a lollipop cookie, a little girlfriend book, 1 letter, many msges, 1 box of feraros, 1 little pack of candies, lovely lunch, awesome training and awesome time at Balcony. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that made it happened, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will definitely be a show-down. All Pasirian team girls please ensure that you reach on time with a ultra ready mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3626136165876830210?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3626136165876830210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3626136165876830210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-day-of-school-means-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-758559902493933562</id><published>2008-02-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:47:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What m I? Who m I? What are you? Who m I, are you? This state of confusion which I often forbid myself from sinking in. yet allow it to slip in once again. It shouldn't happen to me now. It can't be happening. I can not allow this to happen. I've got a lot to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to seek. So much more to conquer. So much to work hard for. I shouldn’t allow myself or the heart to sidetrack. But I can’t help but look to my left. Sniff the delicate scent on my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to stay where I am. Yet I’m too tired to move forward. It seems to me that obstacles are dashing towards my direction and I can’t turn back. How should I stop? How can I conquer? I don’t want to lose yet I’m afraid to continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fall? What if I fail? Will you lend me a hand? Will you give me a lift? Will you catch my fall? What if I can never stand up and continue? Will I end up with a bleeding heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I don’t know how to make it through this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling, I'm yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can you hear me yell? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-758559902493933562?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/758559902493933562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/758559902493933562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-m-i-who-m-i-what-are-you-who-m-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6361667850703724543</id><published>2008-02-10T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:55:07.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it was the sun and the sea, kayak and swim, candies and self-made sandwiches, all the little moments, those whines and madness, those little kisses and cuddles, the life vests, that will.i.am and more...wouldnt be perfect without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One full day of activites left me with extreme exhaustion, aches and.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh god, Im so not looking forward to tmr, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's going to be a longgggggggggggg day ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was caught off guard when i saw you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im glad i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6361667850703724543?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6361667850703724543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6361667850703724543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-it-was-sun-and-sea-kayak-and-swim.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1174954297351295540</id><published>2008-02-08T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:15:49.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a compression in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;guess it's way beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just gotta live&lt;br /&gt;on the surface than to go in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I found my enlightenment this new year.&lt;br /&gt;how about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1174954297351295540?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1174954297351295540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1174954297351295540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-compression-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3285870847304493754</id><published>2008-02-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:46:22.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3285870847304493754?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3285870847304493754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3285870847304493754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4623082326398918858</id><published>2008-02-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:30:18.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever. Loves deeply but at times will not show it feels it is a sign of weakness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has many fears but will not show it. VERY private person. Defends loved ones will all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! &lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i ripped that off shikin's blog (dont kill me when you see this) that's obviously because im half a sagi myself too and definitely the good ideal ones are true. the rest are not since im only half. so what's capricon's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yes i'm a sagi-con, if you all dint realise it. Im telling you now! hehheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enlighten me, why m i bothering?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4623082326398918858?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4623082326398918858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4623082326398918858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/sagittarius-promiscuous-one-spontaneous.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5423345447676663752</id><published>2008-02-05T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:41:16.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jac.&lt;br /&gt;loveloveloves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5423345447676663752?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5423345447676663752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5423345447676663752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/thing-about-love-is-i-never-saw-it.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1041225554417964773</id><published>2008-02-01T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:04:21.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and thoughts and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;flush my brain like ocean blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M i for real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1041225554417964773?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1041225554417964773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1041225554417964773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-and-thoughts-and-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4336737142754186215</id><published>2008-01-29T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:31:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like these,&lt;br /&gt;you learn to walk again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4336737142754186215?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4336737142754186215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4336737142754186215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-times-like-these-you-learn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6517254519380133112</id><published>2008-01-29T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:51:22.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you just feel like rewinding the time to a certain part of your past and replay it. If i can, i would want to turn back time till one year ago. before valentine was spent. If i could relive those moments, i wont walk away like how i did. maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uturn&lt;/span&gt; sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt;. Guess, i gotta keep driving straight. Is someone g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onna&lt;/span&gt; hop on and direct me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; why its getting into me now. anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6517254519380133112?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6517254519380133112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6517254519380133112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-dont-you-just-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8689384243510636204</id><published>2008-01-27T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:35:25.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blocked.&lt;br /&gt;and its all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When o' When?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8689384243510636204?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8689384243510636204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8689384243510636204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mind-is-blocked.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6438846925400057065</id><published>2008-01-27T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:46:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so pasirian won 5-3.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty amazing because i never expect the win. As much as i dont feel belong in this team or rather i havent been playing much with them or in actual fact only during like one training and my line is pretty much tp players. Nonetheless, I'm pretty impress by the way we could gel up so well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats girls. 8 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPWolves is still my family ofcus.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy. lalalallaa~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6438846925400057065?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6438846925400057065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6438846925400057065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-so-pasirian-won-5-3.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2474449408888973979</id><published>2008-01-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:09:42.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by chance, we met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by chance, you smiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by chance, we spoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if everything is by chance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long do i have to wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till we meet again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first div 1 game later,&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2474449408888973979?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2474449408888973979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2474449408888973979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-chance-we-met-by-chance-you-smiled.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3235434394801542004</id><published>2008-01-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:45:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was fantastic. First was a great service, followed by the scenic "out-of-singapore" view of Changi, then to the "out-of-singapore" house and the awesome starry night. I guess i managed to more or less sort everything that had been on my mind out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i had set priorities on irrelevant and inappropriate issues in my life that i neglected the bigger stones. The bigger stones that contains unconditional loves and simple joy. The bigger stones that allow me to pursue my goals in the marketplace. The bigger stones that leads me through all. My mind is the one in control. If i place all the bigger stone before the pebbles. I will definitely find contentment in its simplest form isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Point number 1 is Focus.&lt;br /&gt;Point number 2 is Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Point number 3 is Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this week onwards, i have to overcome so many more obstacles. be it, school, family, floorball or even work (hopefully) But with proper time management and adjustments, Im sure i will be able to get the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3235434394801542004?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3235434394801542004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3235434394801542004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-today-was-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8243975964787783632</id><published>2008-01-18T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:09:35.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the other to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights for today,&lt;br /&gt;The finals were damn good. For the women's, SIM won, definitely a true underdog story. as for the guy's, NYP won, it was way critical. First time i experienced a death match and it definitely prove that a team that never give up and make all opportunities worthy will win. I learnt quite alot today.especially about coming back and get your head into the game. I also managed to prove quite alot of sayings appropriate with my own logical theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afterall, i smiled again. =D&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8243975964787783632?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8243975964787783632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8243975964787783632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/read-other-to-find-out-more.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-418852737226344336</id><published>2008-01-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:51:51.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The truth is out, and i kinda figured out. but whatever it's i aint gona get myself involve anymore. I guess you are just too blinded to see what's the right thing to do. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and like i always say. why allow such emotion slip into my mind and leave me with a depressed heart when i can forget about everything and be contented with what i have at this point in time? Well, it can be a blessing in disguise sometimes right? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-418852737226344336?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/418852737226344336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/418852737226344336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/truth-is-out-and-i-kinda-figured-out.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2629727828979910227</id><published>2008-01-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:06:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was definitely well-spent. Ogawa's, Ride to no where, Shopping with mum from suntec to parkway and best of all, today. Church, Bukit Batok bazaar, Town's wanton mee, Mount faber drinks. What esle did i miss? hmmm. anw, i just love everything. thank you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for you game tmr, pork! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2629727828979910227?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2629727828979910227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2629727828979910227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-was-definitely-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8809178032944064067</id><published>2008-01-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:08:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pat's right. I lost the old Jess. The Jess that nvr give up easily. The Jess that nvr allow anything or anyone to drag her down. and so much more. Oh well, after so much that had happened, i just gotta agree that i did change quite abit. which is not a very healthy thing. So yeah, i'm finding her back. Help me everyone? I think she's hiding somewhere. hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ogawa's party was fun. And i can officially open a takoyaki shop. and so i will have farah, shumin, charmaine to be my helpers. maybe i will consider pris. nonetheless, the rest of the team will probably come everyday and eat up all the balls and at the end of 1 week, I can declare profitless. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i had a ride to nowhere today. thank you, you. I hope you are okay now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. bed time. nights all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8809178032944064067?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8809178032944064067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8809178032944064067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/pats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8254037280678554908</id><published>2008-01-12T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:00:11.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from pork's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible if you are willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;The only day when things turn out impossible is the day,&lt;br /&gt;you werent even trying at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;so ya, i always believe in that. If you want to give it a try, give it your all. If you choose not to, dont start at all. if you choose not to start, dont regret it some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogawa's house later. Time to have some fun together wolves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8254037280678554908?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8254037280678554908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8254037280678554908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/quoted-from-porks-blog-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-318746801568045125</id><published>2008-01-11T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:18:23.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we drew. 3-3 against NUS which adds up to 5 points. Since we lost to NTU and NUS drew with them, they have 7 points and NTU has 8 points which makes us not being able to qualify for the semi's. Which also means it was our last game not only for IVP but with the seniors. It’s a heart wrecking moment to know that we came this far together. Yet due to circumstances, we are going to be separated by teams. Knowing that a few will be playing for division 1 too, I can’t wait to play against/with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like what Farah said, we had a good season compared to the other years. We are growing not only stronger but closer. Every single one of you in the team is like a sister to me. We've been through so much together as a family. Even when things tried to break us apart, we held each other as we walk through harsh phases. For all the disagreements that had tragically happened within the whole 2 years of my floorball life in Tp, I’m glad we manage to put this through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the ups and down. From minor hiccups to major fights. From camps to crucial games, all of you definitely left footprints in my memories and I know you will imprint your foot again in the years to come. Do promise that we will not let this family breakup even after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckluck. I never believe in that. Stop saying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-318746801568045125?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/318746801568045125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/318746801568045125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-we-drew.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2415986497842781065</id><published>2008-01-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:41:27.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the discontentment,&lt;br /&gt;My cow bought me little dinos which made me smile like a 5 years old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the painful lesson,&lt;br /&gt;we will still stay together as one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my saying, girls.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;During the darkest time, we will find strength within our weakness to walk out stronger!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, pork i just wanna say thank you for everything. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2415986497842781065?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2415986497842781065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2415986497842781065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-top-of-all-discontentment-my-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7757588300112451690</id><published>2008-01-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:17:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i have yet start on BCM. had been reading articles, listening to music, watching tv, contemplating if i shd head out and decided not to, analysing the games and getting myself ready for tuesday and to only remember that i have alot to do and have yet start. Oh well, i think i should really stop procrasinating and get my work done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I was smart last year and i will be Smarter this year!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;back to BCM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Edited-9.15Pm]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I seriously cant get started. was watching the camp videos again. So cute lah. yes. Team Green definitely were the star that night with the whole caterpillar video. So ya. I shall attempt to put the video here for all to watch. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok i failed. ask me if you are interested =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7757588300112451690?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7757588300112451690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7757588300112451690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-have-yet-started-on-bcm.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2188024890682754106</id><published>2008-01-05T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:54:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the week had been AWEEESOMMEE. we won our first ivp game against NP, 5-1. NUS and NTU game was way exciting. Claudia's birthday party was enjoyable. and you made it all better. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAUDIA (4th) and SHANSHAN (5th) =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bonds are getting stronger. Lets focus on our upcoming match now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God indeed works in way we cannot see. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2188024890682754106?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2188024890682754106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2188024890682754106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-your-information-entry-below-holds.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-446312755925398101</id><published>2008-01-04T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:45:36.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is good, all the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He taught me how to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Forgive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all the words you used, for all the things you say without thinking, for how much it affected me for you doubting my words to you. For all you try to turn everything around. I shall forgive for your uncivilised reaction. For i know, when i forgive, I stop myself from entering the dungeon of hatred. For i know i will be able to live my life to the fullest. For i know, i will be able to find peace in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now, I forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do i want to forgive you and not forget the whole matter. Why should i allow you to live in the back of my mind? to haunt me subconsciously when i can be happy with the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now, i've forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Love my enemies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As much as i try to hate, i just got to agree that it takes alot of love to hate somebody. so why should i put myself in a position to hate you. As much as i wont be in love with you, i had never to turn my back to you. I had been genuinely nice to you. so if you doubt it, i got nothing to say. I never have to question my actions because i react appropriately using words as cautious as i can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nonetheless, i would say I LOVE YOU if you have the heart to accept it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why hate when love brings you to another level of joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you think i would be piss after all that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sorry to say i'm extremely cool with it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: I sincerely wish you all the best in things you do. takecare now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-446312755925398101?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/446312755925398101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/446312755925398101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-is-good-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1331250497154133278</id><published>2008-01-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:34:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some sweet soul left a little note on my car today. As much as i know you are reading this, i want you to know that it really made my day! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to BCM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1331250497154133278?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1331250497154133278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1331250497154133278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-some-sweet-soul-left-little-note-on.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7535270372859166366</id><published>2008-01-02T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:49:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was definitely a blast! despite the injured ankle, the girls turned the day around! no doubt the music was bad, but we manage to make it better. i love it when carole did the rocker on guitar thing. and my lovely karmen with her retro moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna relive camp again. and ivp is like 2 days more. fine it officially starts tmr. but our first will be thursday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7535270372859166366?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7535270372859166366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7535270372859166366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-care-what-they-say-for-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1248188272657729736</id><published>2007-12-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:00:07.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 had been a real roller coaster ride but it definitely end on the right note. I'm sure my relationship with him will only get better. and my faith in him will only get stronger. Knowing that he is always there to protect me and love me. He will never forsake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, on the very last day of 2007,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna Thank you for all that you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1248188272657729736?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1248188272657729736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1248188272657729736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-had-been-real-roller-coaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1369550245392584389</id><published>2007-12-28T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:11:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as it may seem as though i dont bother, i do. very much. As much as i'm happy over my pass, it wasnt a good day. First was forgeting my housekeys, then was late for training, then the car was here but the key wasnt. then i injured my ankle after baby wasnt fine. and i got whack by haha at least 39 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1369550245392584389?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1369550245392584389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1369550245392584389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-much-as-it-may-seem-as-though-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-9194642571626746824</id><published>2007-12-27T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:40:53.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You are already clean because of the word i have spoken to you. Remain in me, and i will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remain in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given to you. This is to my father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[John 15:3-8]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fear paralyse you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It takes you away from your goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a result,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it robs you from your destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My grace is sufficient for you and in your weakness, you will find strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If i'm with him and he's with me, there's no limit in all i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready to face the battle! Wish me luck =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-9194642571626746824?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/9194642571626746824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/9194642571626746824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-already-clean-because-of-word-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1788300182224736699</id><published>2007-12-27T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:47:23.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fear is taking over me, i'm trembling.&lt;br /&gt;I need serious assurance. please tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, yes it definitely does.&lt;br /&gt;And i really want to make things work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Camp was awesome, Christmas celebration was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;and now this, i really hope and pray. i really hope it will be good later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest fear is not the darkest but it's the light of your claimed unattainables.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1788300182224736699?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1788300182224736699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1788300182224736699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-fear-is-taking-over-me-im-trembling.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1091413769879806574</id><published>2007-12-20T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:53:16.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful night with wonderful people,&lt;br /&gt;and you.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1091413769879806574?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1091413769879806574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1091413769879806574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonderful-night-with-wonderful-people.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7884697878854705690</id><published>2007-12-19T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:35:43.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting feary.&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside i know,&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible through him =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7884697878854705690?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7884697878854705690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7884697878854705690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-day-is-drawing-near.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7380149318956025055</id><published>2007-12-18T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:03:41.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3am and i cant get sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I cant get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;someone please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many thoughts are running thru my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I really dontknow how to note it down.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope things will be better tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7380149318956025055?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7380149318956025055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7380149318956025055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-3am-and-i-cant-get-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7334552658632479148</id><published>2007-12-17T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:03:21.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday will be in hmmm. 5 days time.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm setting up my birthday/Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) NUM dark green shirt (S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2) Esprit sport green jacket (M) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fossil belt&lt;br /&gt;4) D&amp;amp;G 'be little' perfume&lt;br /&gt;5) Puma high boots&lt;br /&gt;6) Clothes (make sure it fits me well)&lt;br /&gt;7) A nice 2008 organiser&lt;br /&gt;8) More Lrated books&lt;br /&gt;9) Oversized Leather Tote Bag (like the one shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQwKLAtDIE/R2VNDfthhTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6im-a_tyJe0/s1600-h/MLA10827245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144602871788045618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQwKLAtDIE/R2VNDfthhTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6im-a_tyJe0/s200/MLA10827245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MiniCooper/ Honda Civic/ Swiftsports&lt;br /&gt;(please allow me to test drive first)&lt;br /&gt;11) Adidas wear and accessories (hmmm bottle?)&lt;br /&gt;12) A wonderful dinner with classmates&lt;br /&gt;13) Awesome camp with the girls&lt;br /&gt;14) A blast before the year ends&lt;br /&gt;15) Sunkiss Dreams at spins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 items just like 12days of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;*start singing " on the first day of christmas my true love sent to me...."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's wishes,&lt;br /&gt;1) Good results&lt;br /&gt;2) OSIP&lt;br /&gt;3) Impact IVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So, please inform me or others if you plan to buy anything just in case of duplications. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Oh yes, if i see anything more i will add on without notice so please do check it daily. love you all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact that strenghtens me:&lt;br /&gt;I Believe,&lt;br /&gt;"If God can bring you TO it, He can bring you THROUGH it always"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7334552658632479148?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7334552658632479148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7334552658632479148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-my-birthday-will-be-in-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQwKLAtDIE/R2VNDfthhTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6im-a_tyJe0/s72-c/MLA10827245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5540403156394138512</id><published>2007-12-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:32:12.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make you happy to see me hurting inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end the.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5540403156394138512?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5540403156394138512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5540403156394138512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-i-did-it-on-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8818548319429603116</id><published>2007-12-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:00:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those words unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm,&lt;br /&gt;for distance speaks through heart in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm playing div 1(Threat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk(Studies) acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;Accept direct and consequent loss resulting from the threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure it's not low probability low impact risk event.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm still risking. but i'm sure i will cope well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trapping through troubled water at the end of december.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8818548319429603116?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8818548319429603116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8818548319429603116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-those-words-unspoken-i-think-im-for.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7592121996716414875</id><published>2007-12-11T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:01:11.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now, the questions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that had&lt;/span&gt; been hiding at the back on my mind in the midst of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;term tests&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play for div 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question #1: It will last through the term and what if i cannot cope with all the upcoming projects and all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: Yes but it's a club. you can choose not to go. but then again, its best to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question #2: But my whole team will not be there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: You got to always learn to adapt to new players. but. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ivp&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question #3: Yes it clashes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IVP&lt;/span&gt;, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IVP&lt;/span&gt; will be on school days while DIV1 will be on the weekends. When on normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IVP days&lt;/span&gt;, weekends will be the time when i try to cover all that had taught that week when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: since when, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Myself answering to myself: since now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bottom line&lt;/span&gt;, should i play for div 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question: Should i go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; now to study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: Yes like now its 3pm! you have wasted half the day online. goodness, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pleaseeee&lt;/span&gt;. get moving! WHY ARE YOU STILL TYPING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Proudly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i'm revolving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;laters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7592121996716414875?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7592121996716414875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7592121996716414875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-now-questions-that-had-been-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-3751188626404500759</id><published>2007-11-22T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:09:17.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbaye you souhld sratt tihninkg waht wnet wrnog. I wulod lvoe to konw waht you fnoud.&lt;br /&gt;answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still find time to update this, promise.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-3751188626404500759?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3751188626404500759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/3751188626404500759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe-you-shd-start-thinking-what-went.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-5787386206976365712</id><published>2007-11-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:41:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes life just goes on even when you choose to live with deepest inquisitions. As i step up moments to probe my idyllic delusions and level up ecstatic raptures to moralize those illustrated agony, i found joy in the simplest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As words can only express,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the last on your mind before you sleep and the first when the morning shines.&lt;br /&gt;say ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;despite the fact that, i was all grumpy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today went great. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: sorry if i offended anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-5787386206976365712?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5787386206976365712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/5787386206976365712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-much-considerations-ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8427637663671109396</id><published>2007-11-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:00:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell when i shouldn't allow.&lt;br /&gt;I sink, when i told myself i won't&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt, as i falsed myself through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CONTENT DELETED ON PURPOSE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i did alittle spring-cleaning in terms of entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala~! I'm a happy girl&lt;br /&gt;in the misery of red patches. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8427637663671109396?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8427637663671109396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8427637663671109396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-fell-when-i-shouldnt-allow_20.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4598086398006847710</id><published>2007-11-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:43:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Space between what's wrong and right,&lt;br /&gt;you will find me waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;All your Fortresses go down in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till the dawn I'll see you through&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know, that you know -- you're all over me now&lt;br /&gt;And it's clear -- you will show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your curtains will go&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart is cold&lt;br /&gt;My sheets are warm&lt;br /&gt;I will shelter you, through the storm&lt;br /&gt;I will shelter you, all through the storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4598086398006847710?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4598086398006847710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4598086398006847710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-space-between-whats-right-and-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-91222392454444509</id><published>2007-11-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:22:54.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can query a day, I wonder how I want my perfect to be.&lt;br /&gt;If I can announce a moment, I wonder how delightful I will be.&lt;br /&gt;If I can dream a walk, I wonder how brilliant it will be.&lt;br /&gt;But none of these will count, if unique loses u.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A random note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I acted as a crazy mother of 4 rebellious kids,&lt;br /&gt;I conquered reservoir,&lt;br /&gt;I had major gastric after physical,&lt;br /&gt;I was constantly reminded,&lt;br /&gt;I fought a battle,&lt;br /&gt;I loitered.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I’m unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say. And again,&lt;br /&gt;The words are not coming out right.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should step away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be the start of all aches.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Entice me once again, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-91222392454444509?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/91222392454444509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/91222392454444509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-i-can-query-day-i-wonder-how-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1439070209720160140</id><published>2007-11-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:18:29.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said thank you because your smile made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for future trainings,&lt;br /&gt;I will vote for kiki from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mad/pris/ dam.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;except the fact that kf sabo-ed me into some group leader.&lt;br /&gt;HURHUR. kf if you are reading this, i'm still angry =(&lt;br /&gt;but i love you still. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1439070209720160140?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1439070209720160140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1439070209720160140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-said-thank-you-because-your-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7280282105480943719</id><published>2007-11-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:02:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i'm saying this&lt;br /&gt;but i love my mates so much.&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine life without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;from rowdy bunch of retards&lt;br /&gt;to the sweetest most loveable angels.&lt;br /&gt;All adds up to the colours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and needless to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're a constant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7280282105480943719?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7280282105480943719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7280282105480943719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-believe-im-saying-this-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-944276159012587717</id><published>2007-11-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:06:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[current mood- glittery ]&lt;br /&gt;[current song - Clumsy by Fergie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time That I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Girl you looked right through me, mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Play it cool&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you knew&lt;br /&gt;That cupid hit me, mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it [repeat 3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breath&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me, see&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies so crazy, mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Whoa now, think I'm goin down&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't know whats with me, mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it [repeat 3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;This love sick thing&lt;br /&gt;I like serious relationships&lt;br /&gt;and a girl like me dont stay single for long&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime a girlfriend and I break up&lt;br /&gt;My world is crushed and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it [repeat 3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Omg, its been way tooo long!&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-944276159012587717?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/944276159012587717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/944276159012587717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-time-that-i-saw-your-eyes-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2498843448089509906</id><published>2007-11-04T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:04:20.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Struck. Stuck. Struggle. Stark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perhaps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;someone enlighten me further please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fail to make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and on the other hand, kill me softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heartrending night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drastically revolutionize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm seeking for joy and solemn at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny as it seems, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ignorance is not bliss sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nothing but a heart of yearns alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2498843448089509906?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2498843448089509906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2498843448089509906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/struck.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1224936532400387776</id><published>2007-11-03T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:30:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ripped this off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuzzie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blog earlier and finds it really meaningful. It somewhat summarises the sentiments I'm undergoing (in another way) which may/not link back to fear. Hopefully. i say hopefully, she wont kill me when she sees this on mine. so for now as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your lady &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your whore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your soil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In which you plant your seed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flowers, they sprout for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fragrance in the breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You must nurture me please &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be your strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be open wide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to be glutinous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The essence of glue I will stick to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through earthquakes and moods &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If ever one thing was true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to wind it, wind it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to keep your pace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to create my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;queendom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid to take my place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I'm not afraid one fine day you'll find, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you're not afraid to be mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt; of quirky dreamy - I'm n&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; afraid by Jill Scott&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1224936532400387776?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1224936532400387776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1224936532400387776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/ripped-this-off-cuzzies-blog-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2655484120674141775</id><published>2007-11-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:23:27.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s funny how we credit moments like how we try to insert colours on a monotonous picture. The memories playlist. At certain instance (like now). Choose to play at its own discretion. which is reckoned as unfit. for the intent moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessively evoked. Greatly denoted. Cardinally hark back. More often than not. It draws back to the slightest probable incursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundless as it is to naked ear. The voice remains. Yet there is no disguise which can possibly. Veil the existence where it is or rouse where it doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I credit those moments which I tried to add colours on, it dulled my life away. All these sentiments, not frequently undergone, intrude once fortnightly. But each time, it settles in for a period of time. So till then. As negatively sane I may/will stay. For what its worth. The pursuit of happiness still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IlLUSTrated images, left hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;door shut. out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moment of unjustified confusion -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inconsolable by Backstreet Boys.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2655484120674141775?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2655484120674141775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2655484120674141775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-funny-how-we-credit-moments-like.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-639555480393694597</id><published>2007-10-30T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:35:27.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how their words affect others.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how their actions can pull others down.&lt;br /&gt;its best to leave me alone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-639555480393694597?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/639555480393694597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/639555480393694597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-people-are-just-so-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-9086411092321171385</id><published>2007-10-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:26:43.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dreams;&lt;br /&gt;If i got the key to your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i will unlock all and set you free.&lt;br /&gt;First where shd i start searching? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hurting within my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now i wish to be set free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you shd leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fb tmr. love double love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-9086411092321171385?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/9086411092321171385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/9086411092321171385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-got-key-to-your-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6398194036692825820</id><published>2007-10-28T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:40:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you dint like so ya i tried.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand whats running in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;and all i did was care.&lt;br /&gt;m i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha's place, indochine and pubjunction was awesome&lt;br /&gt;but it all ended on a bad note.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6398194036692825820?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6398194036692825820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6398194036692825820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-said-you-dint-like-so-ya-i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-2116895059602736427</id><published>2007-10-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:26:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i deleted my earlier post. Dont wish to be reminded. but once again for the benefit of people who dint manage to read it. Thank you for the encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit the moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To xinhui,&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of the credit goes out to you. Thank you dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kf, char, myra, huanwei and N603&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for standing by me all the time. you people nvr fail to be my sunshinies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jess, jon and the rest of W450&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me stronger and praying for me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest wolfiess (named by fifi)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for standing by me and I believe later will be a blast with you all ard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the encouragement, i hope you get better soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok as you can tell,&lt;br /&gt;we are all heading to haha's house later for raya gathering and it wont be nice if i dont attend as much as i still feel like locking myself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know god have a perfect plan for me ahead. so ya. i take it as a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you tell how much i love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-2116895059602736427?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2116895059602736427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/2116895059602736427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-i-deleted-my-earlier-post.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1355260853534506890</id><published>2007-10-26T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:56:11.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep it away as you rewind time back to make everything a dream? Sometimes I wonder why I ached so much. When I’m not required to. Why I pretend when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not equipped to. with much self-condemnation and concurrence on the qualms of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredulousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Implausibly, I shrunk so pathetically in character to savor in my humanity of fairytale perfection. I arched so low as to mediocre my mind. But who do I owe the biggest apology? No one had been more brutal than I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations that I failed to reach. Blends in fruitlessly to my unbearable juice of tears. Patience may be virtue. Determination is a quality. Lost is entirely out of space. All adds to the delirium of ecstatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impulsion&lt;/span&gt;. Hysterically as it sounds, I lost my composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up please. Make me hopeful and walk in faith.&lt;br /&gt;for now goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1355260853534506890?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1355260853534506890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1355260853534506890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-i-sleep-it-away-as-you-rewind-time.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4348434377880469055</id><published>2007-10-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:01:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Pat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes when the walking gets rough, the going gets tough. but it all in your mind. You've been through so many other problems. maybe this time it's one of the harder issues that you faced, but believe yourself. Have a little faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Set a goal. Work against the odds. Why let the fog infront of you mist you away? How can you tell that you are trying to achieve the unattainable? Have a little faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You 're running. running like the speed of sound. running so far away from where you stand. ask yourself, is it worthy? To even walk away at the slowest motion. You jumped off track. Are you giving up? You made it this far.(far enough to say far ofcus.) Why dont you get back on track?Have a little faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If i can pass a little faith to you, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brace up. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Hope you like your request! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4348434377880469055?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4348434377880469055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4348434377880469055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-pat-sometimes-when-walking-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-4998668750413051475</id><published>2007-10-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:44:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray girls, we made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;and Raymond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; was not the factor.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i think Uncle Sam's mental talk worked&lt;br /&gt;Well at least it made me focus real hard&lt;br /&gt;and yearn to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes today was the game i literally throw everything away&lt;br /&gt;just to play my hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;I know i made minor mistakes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I will improve promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not abt the medal (though i'm really happy we have it)&lt;br /&gt;but playing this game with substances.&lt;br /&gt;We definitely proved our worth this time.&lt;br /&gt;We soar high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;like how jac throw her stick and pointed!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One step at a time!"&lt;br /&gt;my new driven motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i cleared my first obstacle&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to next.&lt;br /&gt;will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had always been faithful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for listening to me everytime i cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for believing in me each time i try to pick myself up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;motivating me through your words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and reviving this breakthrough that mattered so much to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-4998668750413051475?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4998668750413051475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/4998668750413051475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/hurray-girls-we-made-it-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-1946285314039537756</id><published>2007-10-24T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:10:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wolves,&lt;br /&gt;lets soar like super rangers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;one game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onewolves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deciding game, we gotta learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;capitalize&lt;/span&gt; given opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Lets walk with faith and believe till the very last sec&lt;br /&gt;that we will win.&lt;br /&gt;Lets not let any opportunity fail us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will and we can.&lt;br /&gt;We will and we must.&lt;br /&gt;We will and we will be driven.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible girls&lt;br /&gt;as long as we stick together.&lt;br /&gt;Unity as one.&lt;br /&gt;Ready as we game.&lt;br /&gt;Gamed as we soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it your best shot, team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-1946285314039537756?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1946285314039537756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/1946285314039537756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/wolves-lets-soar-like-super-rangers-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-7060936522861164297</id><published>2007-10-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:35:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm furiously angry to the extend that i feel like ripping off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; jaw.&lt;br /&gt;If you are here to make things worse, please stop.&lt;br /&gt;If you try anything funny, i will rip your jaw apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nvr&lt;/span&gt; blog like that in my entire life before. so yes this is how furiously angry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;. Angry like an angry beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I fell. Off track today. Totally off-guarded. Totally not aware of the coming train rushing towards my direction. That moment of death, woke me up with a light. a ray of light shining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me as i walked through the darkest tunnel. the only beam that showed me living and a mixed heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A familiar voice kept talking to me. The voice said words so foreign. so abnormal. I heard and i let. I let it over take my life as i fall. Nonetheless, the long tunnel made walking tough. As determination depletes away and paradise is no way near, I told myself. I'm not going to let this voice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;capitalize&lt;/span&gt; my desperation. Because I know somewhere in my heart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; nearing. nearing the end of misery to a new place called contentment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess i gotta really learn to look forward and not get sidetracked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today,&lt;br /&gt;School sucked,&lt;br /&gt;Game sucked&lt;br /&gt;tell me how bad things can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-7060936522861164297?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7060936522861164297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/7060936522861164297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-furiously-angry-to-extend-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-6609991853172172660</id><published>2007-10-22T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:38:45.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tmr and trust me i still dontknow what i have to do. I feel so unprepared with no books, unsure subjects. I know its just first day of the sem but it's still important you know. ok maybe not that important. I dontknow i'm just gg crazy by overstressing myself even when school have yet to start. and where's my KF? she havent tell me what she's gg to wear tmr? see how little things can affect so much! reply me soon, thank you. all the panickness is driving me mad. seriously. Cant believe this. I have a love-hate relationship with school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to the song that is playing in my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"everything is gg to be alright" yes it will. i think. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go or stay. To go or stay. thats the question. I got until 3 or 4pm to think about it. haha. next question, what shd i wear? Aiyoh. headache. Guess whats the best part. Ole doesnt have anything that it is related to my current sem modules. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tmr i wouldnt get a shock when introduction starts. and pleaseee lecturers, if you want me to stay for lecs please learn to make it interesting. if not i will die of boredom. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game tmr, against NP&lt;br /&gt;Yes we won the last and we will win the next.&lt;br /&gt;Lets play hard girls with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, service today was good. it nvr fails to bring me energy to walk into the new week. and yes i'm fully charged, vitalised and all ready to face challenges and the reality impossibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start week good.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-6609991853172172660?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6609991853172172660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/6609991853172172660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-starts-tmr-and-trust-me-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21814132.post-8542890986746499563</id><published>2007-10-21T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:49:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something mins ago. and it really made me smile like a damn crazy woman. I'm glad. i'm so glad you are fine. you nvr fail to make me smile as much as i have to stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;how can i stay sane when i'm insane about you?&lt;br /&gt;always been and will be (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21814132-8542890986746499563?l=inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8542890986746499563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21814132/posts/default/8542890986746499563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkonmystainedpaper.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-something-mins-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>drag-queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656673435285133560</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></entry></feed>
