<?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-5638504312048875791</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:29:33.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could write it better than you ever felt it.</title><subtitle type='html'>These words are my heart and soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-4166182773959983226</id><published>2011-04-02T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:20:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Key of Reason.</title><content type='html'>To all whom i have loved.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;It was good while it lasted, now let the hate begin, its only right.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the laughter, cause you will not come close to it again.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the places, cause it will never feel the same again.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those times, cause its never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time with you has taught me well, even if its not for the right things.&lt;br /&gt;As much as i can love, i can hate with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human, i reason with myself on a per second basis.&lt;br /&gt;If i do not think, what difference am i from an animal.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when i do, i tend to keep thoughts to myself,&lt;br /&gt;resulting in a vicious cycle that goes round in cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find solitude in writing, even if it does not make sense to just anybody.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me an avenue to write my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A space where my darkest emotions can be let out.&lt;br /&gt;An environment where no one judges,&lt;br /&gt;Off the key of reason he says,&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved and hated.&lt;br /&gt;This is love, they say.&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to argue that, in fact, i should sadistically say i love every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;This cycle has lead me to be who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of what i have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never letting go of the hatred, the bad, the ugly and the evilness.&lt;br /&gt;But i believe in new beginnings, new perspectives, and starting life afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who stand by me in the darkest of moments,&lt;br /&gt;I give you the best that i can offer, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;In you, i learn what love can be, what it means, and what greatness we can get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-4166182773959983226?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4166182773959983226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=4166182773959983226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4166182773959983226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4166182773959983226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/off-key-of-reason.html' title='Off the Key of Reason.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-7647909884206080994</id><published>2010-02-23T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:23:27.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)</title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've fought it for a long time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While drowning in a river of denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I washed up, fixed up, picked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my broken things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Police tape, chalk line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tequila shots in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Scene of the crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Suburban living with a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I'm giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (For you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How was I supposed to know that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think that I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And something's telling me to leave, but I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It took a lot to take you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One stupid call and I end up alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're made up, dressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Messed up plans I set in stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you made me do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I don't like dancing in the alley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With the streetrat night life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't keep living with a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I'm giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (For you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How was I supposed to know that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think that I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And something's telling me to leave, but I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't make a fool of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you hang around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a match that's burning out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Could have been, should have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What I said I was going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Said that I would do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I never promised you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (But I never promised you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Promised you, promised you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How was I supposed to know that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think that I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It never took a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To see the things that I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ('Cause you left me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How was I supposed to know that you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Police tape, chalk line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, oh, over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Tequila shots in the dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think that I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Scene of the crime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And something's telling me to leave, but I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I do ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damned if I don't         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div 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Don&apos;t)'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-3691454868992104014</id><published>2009-08-16T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:40:54.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>????????</title><content type='html'>Man question their existence all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like driving a car on a deserted straight road. You step on the accelerator to the maximum speed that the car can drive at.. you feel the thrill.. do that for about an hour.. and going at 160km/h feels like nothing. Then u decide to drive slow, say at the speed limit of 110km/h. You enjoy the ride, noticing the increased comfort and lesser Tyre noise. Then u get bored and wonder when will you ever get to your destination. While u were dreading the drive, u notice maybe a car accident and u get all excited for that brief moment.. You talk about it; what might have caused it and whether anyone might have died.. then the moment is over and u continue to dread the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, i have completely no idea why i am blogging and what do i have to blog about. (thats basically sums up all my posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as in am heavy in thought about what to type here, the Arsenal game started.. and i have been summon to go watch it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all i had to say to myself was, "Sam, this road trip of 6 months is over. During this 6 months you lost yourself driving towards what you thought was a destination. Along the way and while driving, you lost your focus and drive. You started to get delusional and lost that confidence that you thought you had to drive urself there. You lost your character that made u what you were and maybe thats why u started to doubt yourself. The day of reckoning has come. Its time to belive again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe i will read this again when the Arsenal game is over and perhaps understand what i am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-3691454868992104014?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3691454868992104014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=3691454868992104014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/3691454868992104014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/3691454868992104014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='????????'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-8485252509543745797</id><published>2009-03-13T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:43:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How respecting your boyfriend can save your relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="marginTop15"&gt;&lt;span id="editPageForm:titleText" class="articleTitle lineHeight24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="grayTitle"&gt;by Sylvher&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="editPageForm:contentsText"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="pageForm2:contentsText"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Truth be told, many girls start off a relationship with respect for her man. However, along the way, as she discovers more imperfections in him, she loses respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something disappointing about her boyfriend is discovered, a girl makes a grave mistake (usually on a sub-conscious level), thinking, "I'll wait until he changes THAT thing before I can respect him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a decision is usually the start of an irreversible journey of discoveries of more flaws and problems with the man and a downward spiral towards more resentment, greater dissatisfaction and less fulfilment in the relationship. Thus, these very same girls wait for far too long and the respect that she has tagged to his change never surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If respect for your boyfriend is tagged to a condition, you are only setting yourself up for disappointment. In fact, girls who do that almost always end up breaking off the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wait for him to change? Why not just respect the man in spite of his flaws?  Chances are, if you do that, you'll find yourself more fulfilled in the relationship  and your boyfriend eventually learns to rise to the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respecting him is easier than you think. Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Respect His Space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop putting your mark on him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some girls insist on putting something obviously girly or couple-ish (like soft toys or ornaments with love imprints) in their boyfriends' car. Some expect their boyfriends to use the heart-shaped mugs they bought in the workplace (or home, especially if the guy stays alone). Then, there are those who insist that their pictures be displayed as the wallpaper of their boyfriends' mobile phones.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the guy is truly alright with such "markings", that's fine, If your boyfriend ever does any of these on his own initiative, congrats to you. You've definitely captured his heart completely. However, many guys are actually uncomfortable when their girlfriends propose such arrangements.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Firstly, the guy feels that his space is being invaded upon. Secondly, the girl appears insecure and needy with such requests.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Result? The guy loses some respect for his girlfriend. Though such actions will not result in break-ups (unless the requests are truly overboard and frequent), these&lt;br /&gt;little actions are often tell-tale signs that you don't respect your boyfriend as much as you think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Respect His Decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An average girl in Singapore is self-sufficient and her earning power can easily match her partner's. As such, reliance on her boyfriend as her future provider greatly diminishes as her income increases. The problem with this is that she starts being too confident in her own decision-making abilities and forgets to respect her boyfriend's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the girl often proves to be right. And it's true, the female usually has the higher IQ &amp;amp; EQ in a relationship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, she mustn't forget that eventually, the man becomes the head of the household, not the woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Challenging his decisions is like making a human walk around with two heads. Who truly leads? What if both heads say different things? How can anything get done properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect his decisions enough to not say, "I told you so…" - even in non-verbal cues- when his decisions end up in the wrong results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect his decisions enough to not bring up his track record each time a similar decision has to be made. Treat his decisions as how you’d like yours to be treated, especially when it turns out to be wrong. Better to have a man who was wrong than a wimp who can't make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Respect His Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls need to have their boyfriends "report" to them by a certain time everyday. This is very suffocating to a man. Guys generally don't like to FEEL chained even though he is. Doesn't every girl want to believe that her boyfriend is hers and hers alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are generally more task-oriented and sometimes, taking time to even make a call breaks his work momentum. Normally, a guy will not tell the girl that he is feeling suffocated by her demands on his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, if he loves her to a certain extent, he will not want to hurt her feelings unnecessarily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When a girl insists on an arrangement that will encroach on a man's time, the man will very likely start feeling pressurised. If this goes on, the pleasure he feels on meeting or calling his girlfriend quickly fades. When that happens, the danger is that he may intentionally spend his time on anything and anyone else just to escape this pressure. How healthy can a relationship be if so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Respect His Sharing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many girls' knowledge are on par with or even more so than guys' these days. So what happens is that a girl becomes very quick to dispute the facts her boyfriend says and pass judgement on some experiences he shares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl does that too much, the man feels belittled and disrespected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts being discouraged with talking to his girlfriend. Very soon, he shares less and less. In fact, if the girl bothered to take note, she will notice that when she is too quick to cut the man off, he usually ends up shutting up abruptly and the whole episode he was talking about suddenly stops short. That's the beginning of the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She should heed the warning signs before it's too late.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are that girl aforementioned, it's not too late. From now on, when your boyfriend tells you something that he understood wrongly, listen to the entire text first. Let him finish, respond to his conversation, then say, “By the way…” and correct his mistake (which you spotted earlier and just HAD to correct) gently. Chances are, he’ll accept your correction and even thank you for it if you do as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Respect His Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you need is for your boyfriend to be caught between a rock and a hard place. That's because you are the rock, which can be moved and REMOVED, whereas his family is the hard place, which is immovable and unchangeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't respect his family and even manage to pull him over to your side of the argument, you need to know that you must be prepared for a LIFETIME of having to do that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if he already hates his family, you don't need to intensify his negative feelings and add to his pressure by complaining about what-is-to-come before the family gathering even takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumbling and griping about an unexpected or upcoming family event helps nothing. On the other hand, handling such affairs with grace only serves to make him appreciate you more. He may not express his appreciation of you aloud but you can be assured that your respect for his family is not without rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many married men have revealed that the girl they choose to marry over another who could have been better-looking, richer or more fun to be with, is the girl who displayed such qualities. To a man, any girl who can show respect to his family, especially if he is very close to them, for his sake is worth spending a lifetime with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Respect His Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you dislike your boyfriend's friends, it never hurts to have a possibility of them rallying around you should he confide in them after you two have had a fight. And fights will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men turn to their friends after they have quarrelled with the girlfriend. If such friends have never known the girl, they are likely to fully believe his side of the story and join in his girlfriend-bashing rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if your boyfriend's pals have a good impression of their buddy's girlfriend, they may even speak up for you. This can only be to your advantage. Relationships have been known to make or break due to friends' input, so don't under-estimate the power of peer influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never done any of the above "Respects", you must be wondering how you can do all six at once. Don’t fret. Any effort on your part to work on any of them will eventually be noticed by your partner. Moreover, from a start in respecting one aspect, it is much easier to transfer this respect to the other areas mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect doesn't mean you have to be a doormat and allow him to step all over you. By&lt;br /&gt;all means, tell him your opinion. Give him your suggestions but do so gently, calmly, respectfully, without an expected timeframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give him the allowance to have his own response to your outpour of thoughts and emotions. Stop expecting change, improvement and a certain set of words or action from him. Don't disguise your demands as suggestions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are easily exposed when you react upon seeing that your "suggestions" were not taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, respect should be given, not earned (by his credits). When you respect your man, you have nothing to lose. In fact, you'll have much to gain. After all, you've tried almost everything else to make your relationship work. Why not try respect from now on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the contributor:&lt;br /&gt;Sylvher personally went from someone who was emotionally empty, dateless and hopeless about finding the right man in the past into a "highly date-able" and happily-attached woman presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Dating and Relationship Advisor to women in Singapore, she has coached many women into successfully enjoying their dating lives and entering into fulfilling relationships. She conducts trainings and personal coaching sessions (upon special requests) specially for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She maintains a website at - &lt;a href="http://www.attractmeninsingapore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.attractmeninsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-8485252509543745797?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8485252509543745797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=8485252509543745797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8485252509543745797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8485252509543745797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-respecting-your-boyfriend-can-save.html' title='How respecting your boyfriend can save your relationship'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-388142296578683265</id><published>2008-12-11T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:57:59.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Out Boy - Folie à Deux</title><content type='html'>Another quality album from FOB. Couple of songs i like, maybe in the later stages i might like more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 3 Song from the album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. America’s Suitehearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What A Catch, Donnie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are geniuses with the lyrics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-388142296578683265?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/388142296578683265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=388142296578683265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/388142296578683265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/388142296578683265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-out-boy-folie-deux.html' title='Fall Out Boy - Folie à Deux'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-1754389998981340137</id><published>2008-11-21T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:03:52.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At this particular time, you are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lazy - you dream of a peaceful, calm, uncluttered and uncomplicated life. Your ideal would be to share a permanent base with some person or persons who would be able to demonstrate on-going love, peace and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that you should be appreciated far more than you are but no-one seems to care! You feel that you are receiving less than your share and the main problem is that there is no-one to whom you can turn to for sympathy and understanding. The inner stress that you are experiencing makes you quick to take offence but you realise that at this particular moment in time there is little that you can do to relieve the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the stress and strains resulting from disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you. You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moody and depressed at this time but it will pass. All of your hopes and dreams seem to have gone astray and you are fearful of planning further for the future. Disappointment at the non fulfilment of your hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety and you try to escape from this by withdrawing into yourself. But that is not the answer. You have the power to succeed, believe in yourself... all is possible to him who believes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-1754389998981340137?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1754389998981340137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=1754389998981340137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1754389998981340137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1754389998981340137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-4495741192319172130</id><published>2008-09-12T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:02:27.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't hesitate no more, no more</title><content type='html'>I am kinda in love with the lyrics of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relient K There Was No Thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time I thought there was a thief among us&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd track him down but prior to my pursuit&lt;br /&gt;The smoke it cleared into my disbelief&lt;br /&gt;There was no theif&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz it was me that lost you&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;There was no theif&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz it was me that lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back&lt;br /&gt;And I understand why you wouldn't want to&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one last thing that I have to say&lt;br /&gt;As we reflect on the mess of all of this I've made&lt;br /&gt;It was cowardice that made me push you away&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid 'cuz you were so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you &lt;br /&gt;Getting used to&lt;br /&gt;Living in the midst of your perfection&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lost&lt;br /&gt;How can you trust&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere the sun is always shinin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one last thing that I have to say&lt;br /&gt;As we reflect on the mess of all of this I've made&lt;br /&gt;It was cowardice that made me push you away&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid 'cuz you were so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-4495741192319172130?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4495741192319172130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=4495741192319172130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4495741192319172130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4495741192319172130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wont-hesitate-no-more-no-more.html' title='I won&apos;t hesitate no more, no more'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-8903894104694802921</id><published>2008-08-16T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:33:43.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are shaping up to be pretty odd</title><content type='html'>Its been a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update, i found a job, nothing glamorous, but the pay aint that bad. $20/hr.&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket for running a redlight at a railway crossing, which was REALLY RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;Got the exact same average as last semester which is kinda great, but really doubt it will stay that way for much longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth is freezing cold at night with nothing much to do except casino-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my singapore food, my singapore lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things are sitting alright at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures later when i get to school. shall leach the school bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write at the moment. Will put thoughts into words when i feel more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, you people out there take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-8903894104694802921?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8903894104694802921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=8903894104694802921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8903894104694802921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8903894104694802921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-shaping-up-to-be-pretty-odd.html' title='Things are shaping up to be pretty odd'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-7070840020159436557</id><published>2008-04-14T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:53:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom Zoom Zoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxMctQZrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/63eAGNFP0k4/s1600-h/28032008488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxMctQZrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/63eAGNFP0k4/s320/28032008488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974916850968242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxMstQZsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mtLrjlc2RWM/s1600-h/14032008479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxMstQZsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mtLrjlc2RWM/s320/14032008479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974921145935554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxM8tQZtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/I-jaYdRnaY8/s1600-h/DSCN0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxM8tQZtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/I-jaYdRnaY8/s320/DSCN0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974925440902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxNMtQZuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FYL04NmUhxQ/s1600-h/DSCN0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxNMtQZuI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FYL04NmUhxQ/s320/DSCN0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188974929735870178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Car. WeEEeEEeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-7070840020159436557?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7070840020159436557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=7070840020159436557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7070840020159436557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7070840020159436557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/04/zoom-zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom Zoom Zoom'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</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/_F27CHroG_ck/SALxMctQZrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/63eAGNFP0k4/s72-c/28032008488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-1167587226504459006</id><published>2008-01-28T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:37:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes beginnings arent so simple, sometimes goodbye's the only way.</title><content type='html'>That sums up all that i have to say for the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-1167587226504459006?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1167587226504459006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=1167587226504459006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1167587226504459006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1167587226504459006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-beginnings-arent-so-simple.html' title='Sometimes beginnings arent so simple, sometimes goodbye&apos;s the only way.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-7126374444148410182</id><published>2007-12-29T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:27:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And today was a day just like any other...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9Qeylz_I/AAAAAAAAANg/qKlSL9W4vUI/s1600-h/29112007424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9Qeylz_I/AAAAAAAAANg/qKlSL9W4vUI/s320/29112007424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149089102320488434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my dad's car that i am driving in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9m-yl0AI/AAAAAAAAANo/DOf7FducPeU/s1600-h/24122007460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9m-yl0AI/AAAAAAAAANo/DOf7FducPeU/s320/24122007460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149089488867545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to drive to this place called Labrador Park for a walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_eyl0CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3wLvJLO-5C0/s1600-h/02122007430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_eyl0CI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3wLvJLO-5C0/s320/02122007430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149089909774340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my friends looking like he had a drink too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_Oyl0BI/AAAAAAAAANw/aeQjPak7FuE/s1600-h/23122007451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_Oyl0BI/AAAAAAAAANw/aeQjPak7FuE/s320/23122007451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149089905479372818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every now and then we end up at this place..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_uyl0DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bNnBl2OXdxc/s1600-h/23122007443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9_uyl0DI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bNnBl2OXdxc/s320/23122007443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149089914069307442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my seemingly innocent friends will start asking about the activities that flourish in it right by the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U_Reyl0EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00UmoMiXqZQ/s1600-h/23122007444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U_Reyl0EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/00UmoMiXqZQ/s320/23122007444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149091318523613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He who knows shall answer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U_Ruyl0FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DkzZL2nuu4s/s1600-h/15122007432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U_Ruyl0FI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DkzZL2nuu4s/s320/15122007432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149091322818580562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it all ends when my shadow's the only one that walks beside me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-7126374444148410182?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7126374444148410182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=7126374444148410182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7126374444148410182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7126374444148410182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-today-was-day-just-like-any-other.html' title='And today was a day just like any other...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</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/_F27CHroG_ck/R3U9Qeylz_I/AAAAAAAAANg/qKlSL9W4vUI/s72-c/29112007424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-5700946226259330091</id><published>2007-12-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:05:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walking disaster</title><content type='html'>I got so pissed drunk i screamed at the sea with all the might i had for the 1st time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I lamented about how unfair life was, to my friends whom i havent seen for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;I made a statement about how difficult life can be overseas; something that i didnt believe they can comprehend unless they experience it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I held everyone back for a good hour or two till the sun came out and we went for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I took consolation that in times of need like these, people whom i regard as friends take such good care of me. A big thank you to my best mate, Alvin. Rita, for being there when i least expect you to should.&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets i drank that day, i wont have qualms getting pissed drunk yet another time.&lt;br /&gt;I let myself loose that day, allowing all that has been kept within to be let out, for good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I let the tears flow, heart to bleed, because at the end of it all...&lt;br /&gt;I know i will be renewed with a new sense of being to face yet another vicious cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;I've been waiting for the chance to reunite this sick romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;It was unbelievable to hear from you so soon after a rightful mention the night before. What can i say? Coincidences?&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be recognized to be someone of importance even after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;It was heartwarming to receive your message asking for a meet up before you leave for yet another long trip.&lt;br /&gt;We might have ended on a sour note, but to see you making an effort to set things right again, it made me realized that you were still the you i once knew..&lt;br /&gt;It felt good that it was not a mistake from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt; I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Where are you when you ought to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always sound like there is something to hide.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that binds us together.&lt;br /&gt;When do i know what to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt; You're out there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you care at all&lt;br /&gt;It seems that you don't&lt;br /&gt;It's as if the day will never come&lt;br /&gt;So you remain a complete unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-5700946226259330091?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5700946226259330091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=5700946226259330091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/5700946226259330091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/5700946226259330091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/12/walking-disaster.html' title='A walking disaster'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-2810274152460770091</id><published>2007-12-08T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:44:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mist</title><content type='html'>In the mist of all these shit i am feeling, i decided to do some random profiling and was shock to see the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Name: Lim Si Jie&lt;br /&gt;  Date: 12/7/2007&lt;br /&gt;  Colorgenics Number: 71206534&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough is enough - you feel frustrated and rejected. You are fighting back and the going is tough. It would be just wonderful if you could be left in peace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a fighter and always on the defensive. You always need to be sure that your position is safe and established. When you finally make a decision you will pursue it to the bitter end in spite of all opposition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You give the impression that you are a self-sufficient individual, pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain or pleasure. But this is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional person, one that may make hasty decisions and perhaps repent at leisure. It is time now perhaps to break the bond of detachment and become the real 'you' - the you that you would like to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All of the stress and strains resulting from disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you. You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this time you don't particularly like yourself. Everything that you have tried to do seems to have gone wrong. This makes you feel that there is no point in trying to start again. Apart from being stressed and tense, you are angry with yourself and have unadmitted self-contempt. Your refusal to admit that you and you alone is the basic cause of your problems leads to you adopting a headstrong and defiant attitude. If you take stock of yourself, smile a little and let go, everything will turn out OK. Have you not heard of the cliche 'smile and the world smiles with you - cry and you cry alone!'?&lt;/p&gt;http://www.goldinuniverse.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How fucking true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-2810274152460770091?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2810274152460770091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=2810274152460770091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2810274152460770091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2810274152460770091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/12/mist.html' title='The Mist'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-1076266269401857164</id><published>2007-12-08T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T05:33:08.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Decemeber..</title><content type='html'>I wonder why there are ups and downs in life when we all can be mono tone for good.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking reason ppl give is that we can then treasure the good times.. but wait, how come i dun get to enjoy the fucking good time for a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think you are fucking around with me. No punt intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment i could be enjoying THE MOMENT of the year, and the next, i just might have been hit by a truck. So tell me, whats the fuck is all this about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of all the reasoning. Sick of hearing anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone, like you always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Who am I supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;and what do I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Since you made up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just don't know, who am I supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Am I the image of you're hopes and tragedies&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be more than just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have decided to sleep when everyone is awake so that i can be left alone when everyone is asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-1076266269401857164?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1076266269401857164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=1076266269401857164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1076266269401857164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1076266269401857164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-my-decemeber.html' title='This Is My Decemeber..'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-5365960409292682236</id><published>2007-12-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:44:29.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep a memory of me, not as a king or as a hero, but as a man fallible and flawed.</title><content type='html'>And so i meant up with the usual gang, my ex gf, family members, acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a couple of shows.&lt;br /&gt;Drank a couple of beers.&lt;br /&gt;Had a couple of good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;And it all ended with going home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle never changes.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i am complaining, but i wish there were more to it.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting there i foresee, i am sure, i bet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, ever looking forward as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come. So far, we are, so close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-5365960409292682236?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5365960409292682236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=5365960409292682236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/5365960409292682236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/5365960409292682236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/12/keep-memory-of-me-not-as-king-or-as.html' title='Keep a memory of me, not as a king or as a hero, but as a man fallible and flawed.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-7856113353653359772</id><published>2007-11-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:26:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Take Over, The Break's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Say goodbye to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would like to give a honorable mention to everyone that i have known here; whom might not be here when i return the following year... You know who you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how brief my encounter with you might be, its been nice knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Memories of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends whom have bothered to stay in touch with me even though i am far away, a big thanks, i be back soon enough. Again, you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, seasons change but people dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a few hours time, the exams will officially be over, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;In a few days time, i be on the flight home for summer.&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks, i be complaining of boredom of having nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;In a month, i will be eager for an holiday.&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of months, i be back in Perth doing the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;In a year or two, i probably be used to the life and stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The either of looking forward is stupid, because people change all the time.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of exams, u just hope it ends quickly so u can start enjoying. But when it ends, u realised u have got nothing to keep u busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look forward to going home, but u realised that by going home, u get the temporary satisfaction of seeing everyone again, doing things u like to do, then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day looms nearer to flying back, u feel that there isnt sufficient time to do the things u want, and regret not spending time more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you hope, the greater the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt not to hope, because hope should not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But then, i just cant help but hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inside I hope you know I'm dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With my heart beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In shattered pieces that may never be replaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if I died right now you'd never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-7856113353653359772?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7856113353653359772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=7856113353653359772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7856113353653359772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7856113353653359772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-over-breaks-over.html' title='The Take Over, The Break&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-194793987197195906</id><published>2007-11-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:59:58.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poems 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need you by my side where,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The darkness and the feeling-less reside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need you here and always,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your smile makes this all so worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I put everything on the line,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just so you will come by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So hear me out tonight, selfishness aside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to fight, to hell with the wrongs and rights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It will just be you and I, today, tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am holding on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Listening to the music being sung,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The lyrics sad,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Makes it hard for me to be glad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I grabbed a light,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hoping it would make me feel alright.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then you came by, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sat right on the table by my side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You were wearing black,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Makes it hard to figure out who’s that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I wasn’t high,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I did not want to be just another guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the night went by,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never were you let out of my sight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The feeling stayed, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never thought it would last this long this way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Moving on,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I knew it was time to make feelings known.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I didn’t care, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I knew I had to make something happen tonight, this day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was quite shy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I didn’t dare look in your eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am falling off and I don’t know why….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I suppose whenever i post something out, it means the thing has passed, no longer of concern, no longer of importance.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I told myself I won't miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-194793987197195906?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/194793987197195906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=194793987197195906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/194793987197195906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/194793987197195906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-im-writing-just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Now I&apos;m writing just to let you know that I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-8676517474566825846</id><published>2007-10-22T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:26:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if i wanted to, i dont think i will get to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Achievements for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Passed Driving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Finished All Assignments / Projects.&lt;br /&gt;3. One month remains to going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Downsides for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost Money Betting Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Overspent on events.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shisha Smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to look forward to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MAZDA 2 NEXT YR BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping after exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things not looking forward to :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sponsor for the car.&lt;br /&gt;2. Budgeting when shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why there is no exam anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi Pam, Hi Ade.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, i find university, at least for now, super duper slack. The reason for my previous outburst was because i wasnt doing it till the last min, and now that i have cleared it, i am back to being slack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MOTIVATION, STUDY PARTNER. (maybe i should advertise for 1 in the school board)&lt;br /&gt;Wanted : Study Partner&lt;br /&gt;Willing to pay any price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i am looking forward to being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1, i can drive my dad car around now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No 2, i wanna eat all the food out there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No 3, i wanna see everyone and do many things, even though nothing comes to mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of me being a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there is nothing sad for me to write about tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-8676517474566825846?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8676517474566825846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=8676517474566825846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8676517474566825846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8676517474566825846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/10/even-if-i-wanted-to-i-dont-think-i-will.html' title='Even if i wanted to, i dont think i will get to you.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-6964736023372529021</id><published>2007-10-08T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:59:12.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic principles... there are none.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/RwkNvG8ClaI/AAAAAAAAANM/RcSKa8XwIgU/s1600-h/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F27CHroG_ck/RwkNvG8ClaI/AAAAAAAAANM/RcSKa8XwIgU/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118637554450732450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan Valley was a blast. We drank wine, we had cake, coffee, sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;We had FUN.&lt;br /&gt;And i got drunk. What's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like getting up every morning? Feeling hopeless, feeling like the love of your life is waking up with the wrong man. But, at the same time hoping that she still finds happiness, even if it's never going to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucked for the coming week. Marketing 100 is fucked, nothing is done. Accounting 100, i got screwed over. Management is due. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. i am drunk. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-6964736023372529021?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6964736023372529021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=6964736023372529021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6964736023372529021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6964736023372529021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/10/basic-principles-there-are-none.html' title='Basic principles... there are none.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</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/_F27CHroG_ck/RwkNvG8ClaI/AAAAAAAAANM/RcSKa8XwIgU/s72-c/DSCN0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-4667923689342103023</id><published>2007-09-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:34:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of the September, just 1 month 3 weeks more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a sudden realization today of what i am actually living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Party that almost got me kicked out of campus housing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting so pissed drunk to be stuck in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoking&lt;br /&gt;4. Being as childish as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To come to a realization and not do anything about it is something i cant live with.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, i am doing just that; not living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironies are so part of my life that i seriously doubt whether i would be the same person i am without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony One : To be able to write what i feel and not express it.&lt;br /&gt;Irony Two : To be liked by many and not be liked by the one that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;Irony Three : To be indifferent but the neediness never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always understood the meaning of dark satire because i have always been in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon me tonight for being defensive.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dedicate this to anyone who doesnt find it offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause tonight just aint the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where stars can shine bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lovers make out in plain sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To know you are close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet feels so distant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get an answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet one that doesnt answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can write for ages this love of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but such cruel is life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that never will it serve its purpose outright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me for this public outcry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For no man's an island,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;havent u realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smiled when i wrote this last line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because again i realised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how ironic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-4667923689342103023?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4667923689342103023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=4667923689342103023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4667923689342103023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4667923689342103023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-2513334836730764792</id><published>2007-09-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:24:42.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am i living when i am done here.</title><content type='html'>Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a video call with my family yesterday for the first time since i been here under my mom request ( no idea why i called her out of the blue, but i am glad i did. I guess i wont consider it that long considering the fact that it has only been 2 months). I always believed that it is nothing of concern if you are away from the family since technology has made communicating easy and cheap. But however, the saying goes nothing beats seeing the familiar faces that i so have been used to seeing for the past 21 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i noticed was my dad. He looked so tired and seemed to have aged quite a bit. Then my mom, which seems to be fine. My bro, which seemed to have slimmed down. Then my dogs, which are always as blur as ever. Then my sisters which seem to have grown taller. Lastly i saw my maid which i bragged my newly acquired housekeeping skills to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about normal things, feels kinda weird talking to family members over the net. Towards the end of the conversation, (we kinda ran out of things to talk about therefore i had to make it less awkward by ending it) a gush of emotions overwhelmed me. My face felt hot, my eyes were watery. Seriously, i did not have a clue what it was. Still, i put up a strong front and ended the conversation, with that "dont care-less, everything is fine, happy go lucky attitude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole notion of what family is has changed, at least for me. Knowing that they are always there for you is never enough, knowing that they will stand by you in your ups and downs is insignificant. Family in my own definition is about sacrifice, its about being a unit. A family picture means so much more then just a photo with people in it now. Its the experiences we share, the hardship that we endured, the insignificant conversations that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of it, even now, kills me. I will never forget that weary face of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it might be cruel for me to say this, but i think it will do more good then bad, lets not have anymore video calling sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter to my dear sister SQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for confiding in me the concerns you have for your forthcoming exams. I guess i didnt really know you till i came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a young age like yours, exams are at times, a do or die situation. You give yourself too much pressure then you really ought to. I remember when i was your age and in secondary school, i wasnt in the habit of studying, doing homework or even paying attention in class. In your case, you have already beaten me in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when i did better then i could ever expect to, i contribute it to pure luck. I got lucky, from a 39 pointer to a 14 pointer. That was how lucky i got. This might sound like a message for you to follow my footstep, but in reality it really is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that hardworking-ness have already been inculcated in you. When you speak to me, never once have i asked you to work hard. What i have always said to you in my relax take it easy tone is to let nature take its course. Never let the result bother you as long as you have done what you can, never come to a point where you let yourself be hurt by what you could have done. Rather, you should come to a self realization at the point of preparing for the exams that i should do what i can now, and let the results be what they are, no matter what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to you is simple, its never about the results. Dont worry about making the cut, being not good enough. No matter what, things work out one way or another, each has its pros and cons, we all have different routes in life to undertake. As being a brother and for who i am, one that never motivate or console, i can only provide an alternative. Thats all i can do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if this does not offer you help in any ways, but i sure hope it helps ease the pressure of expectation that we have on you. I can tell you frankly that dad will take whatever results you score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont complicate life, its already complicated enough. Let others do the worrying. Just be you for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-2513334836730764792?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2513334836730764792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=2513334836730764792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2513334836730764792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2513334836730764792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-am-i-living-when-i-am-done-here.html' title='What am i living when i am done here.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-4316421086857176319</id><published>2007-09-22T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:44:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I Can Kiss Away The Pain.</title><content type='html'>I feel as if there is a lot of ideas in me that needs to be let loose tonight.&lt;br /&gt;So i am just going to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i came to Perth with the preparation of being alone and boring for the rest of my time here. Good thing / lucky thing that i have a primary school friend here, so she kinda showed me around for the 1st month i was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, it was a friend thing and i myself treated her like one. And me being me, i am always friendly with people as long as i can click with them. So i did not bother much about it.&lt;br /&gt;After a month or so, my network of friends expended, uni started, and so i guess we did not meet up as much as before. That was normal i suppose, but i still make the effort to be in contact over the phone cause i think its only right to still make an effort to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things changed when i went clubbing for the first time since i was here. I told her the following day just to keep things updated and all just like friends would. Her reply was "OMG, pls dun contact me anymore." I thought she was joking, so we still kept in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, i sense a shift in attitude. Thats where it hit me, my friend told me that didnt it occur to me that she might like me. And in her own view, she obviously thinks she like me. Well, i didnt take too much to heart what she thought till one night where she asked me out for dinner together with her housemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night she TOTALLY ignored me. Man, luckily i know her housemate quite well, so i still had somebody to talk to. FUCK, i dont know whether i am the one with fried brains or is it really the case. But i and her housemate talked to a point where she made a comment, you know, sometimes girls have a wrong impression of you because they think they can relate to you, and therefore start liking you, but then they fail to realise you are actually like this to everyone else. Maybe that phrase fitted the conversation we were talking about, but then again, it might relate to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i was shell shocked. She was the last person i expected to be so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Swing Swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now having got that over with, i got a shock for my assignment. I was given a 52% for it. Well, i scored high distinction for my analysis, but failed for my report finding. Judging it was my 1st ever report, and i having no prior idea wad a report is, i suppose its a good thing. At least i treat it as a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, i scored 80% and above for the other 2 tests i took. So i guess i aint that stupid and thus can stop doubting my own ability for university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Say Nothing At All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for all my post seems to be because there is something FUCKING wrong with everything out there and it seems like i am the only RIGHT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope all irresponsible parents die.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank God (whoever you might be) that i have such a perfect family, even though the credit must all go to my dad who made it all possible even with his lone effort.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank God (whoever you might be again)  for making me such a LUCKY bastard-&lt;br /&gt;3.1 Having the opportunity to make for myself $50,000 and putting it to good use now that i am studying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;4. A whole lot of credits to my dad because -&lt;br /&gt;4.1 You made me a sensible person since i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;4.2 You groom me to who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;4.3 You taught me the importance of being responsible, financial security, the idea of family, to be able to face myself in the mirror everyday and be proud of what i am today.&lt;br /&gt;4.4 To know that i can always rely on you no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my outburst is because of all the unjust i see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why should a child carry the burden of her parents?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why make a child go through the agony of coming overseas and having to worry about finances after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would imagine a parent to be mature and responsible. Not act like 2 fucking kid trying to figure things out among themselves. Cmon, as FUCKING PARENTS, have more sense then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES I FEEL MORE ADULT THEN ADULTS THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE I THANK GOD (WHOEVER YOU MIGHT BE AGAIN) FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE BECAUSE I COME TO REALISE THAT THINGS WORKED OUT SO MUCH BETTER FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The End.. (To My Ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it doesnt really matter...&lt;br /&gt;I went to a church cell group today. They were talking about the 10 commandments. I came to realise that you actually broke one, Thou shall not commit adultery. You came to my mind, and knowing u are Catholic, i dont know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong. I forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got me wondering whether did your Faith played as much as importance as you say it did. And if it did, did doing what you do changed anything?&lt;br /&gt;How do you face yourself everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i give you more credit then you really deserved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I have already let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget. The above entry has nothing to do with my sore ego or anything. Its just my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To all you players out there, welcome its here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-4316421086857176319?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4316421086857176319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=4316421086857176319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4316421086857176319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4316421086857176319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-only-i-can-kiss-away-pain.html' title='If Only I Can Kiss Away The Pain.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-8394839820233582108</id><published>2007-08-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:30:07.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me.</title><content type='html'>Hi there, another lapse in posting, few months already? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, been in Perth for close to 2 months now. i had my share of fun, laughter, peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is sinking in though, that i am here to study, not for a holiday. (Ironic part is that instead of typing my assignment, i am typing this entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went to party a few days back. Had a good time knowing new people, providing me with a alternative view of things, broaden my horizons. Tried drinking myself high, but just couldnt. Man, i so wanna knock myself out sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth has been an nothing short of an experience so far. The people you get to meet, the scenery, the language. Anyway, i am learning to drive now. Probably in a month or two i will be getting a car, so yeah, do visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the incoherent post, i still wanna do my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Smoking is bad, but then there is no turning back after u picked it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-8394839820233582108?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8394839820233582108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=8394839820233582108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8394839820233582108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8394839820233582108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-i-knew-lights-of-city-were-too.html' title='And i knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-2745647197729743267</id><published>2007-06-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:41:38.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems 2005</title><content type='html'>Chanced upon some stuff i wrote 2 years back. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deny No More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deny no more, nothing  was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night a dream its  wasn’t, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;A crime it was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;No one was at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;There was no wrong but  a bond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All I know was a dream  was for gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;A new one formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Remorse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;None I thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For all I did was want  you to be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you fought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But yet all the more I  forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now you feel lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;In denial of what went  on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; Things may change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Expectations may fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All I want is you to be  mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dreams of yours dashed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But new ones will form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Together you shall walk  with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Down the path of life  my wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For now you are my one  and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love At First  Sight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought love was never  coming my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Till we met on that fateful  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;On the first day of school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was as if seeing a  stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;With a strange hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The next thing I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in the same class  as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought ‘gosh, this  couldn’t be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why would I be so unlucky  to be in the same class as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Never did I knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;That what I said would  be so untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;After school you made  the first move,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Asking me what shampoo  I used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was never more amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;That staged the platform  for Day two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Day two I was on the  lookout for that girl with a red hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Constantly looking around  to catch a glimpse of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wondering what’s there  for me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Time passed like it never  use to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;From strangers to friends  we became,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Forming a bond that would  never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;As we went on our separate  ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I couldn’t help but  wonder if things could have been a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For two years I hoped  and prayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;That somehow this friendship  could be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was a bastard in many  ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess that is how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I show my jealous  face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The darkest days of my  life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Was living without you  by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Many things happened during  that time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But somehow I can’t  recall them when I start to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All I care now is you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Being by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All else doesn’t matter  as long as that’s satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally put in pen and  paper how its like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;To know you from the start  of college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn’t know it would  sound so nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Till I read it out as  I type this lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally know what its  like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;To be in love at the very  first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Darkness covers the sky  at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone sleeps in the  absence of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet I lay awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Basking under the moonlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;My mind’s swirling inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;My eyes opened bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What could possibly be  bothering me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought about everything  that could possibly be bothering me alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems as if everything  could not be more right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Until your name came to  light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All became crystal clear  at that sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am missing you unknowingly  every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The sun rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The glaring lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up and realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Love’s strange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s no why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The phone rang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I got your reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Telling me there’s no  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Left alone to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;All this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Makes me learn how to  survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;How’s life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it all good at your  side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Never mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s no need to reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It just makes things worse  each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am still a kid inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will get over it each  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This aint no crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am breaking down as  time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-2745647197729743267?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2745647197729743267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=2745647197729743267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2745647197729743267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/2745647197729743267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/06/poems-2005.html' title='Poems 2005'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-4947853941116555287</id><published>2007-06-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:39:30.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey why you calling me so late?</title><content type='html'>I am red like a lobster now. I didnt know that cycling can do such damage to the skin.&lt;br /&gt;PS : I skipped work today. There are like piles of work on my table now, but who cares, i am like the only one clearing the bloody lot, when it should be everyone's job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i received an sms from her! sent from HK. After reading, it feels like she was just trying to use up her prepaid credits, because it sounded so lame, uncalled for, and totally retarded. Ok, i am not trying to be a bastard here, but it is seriously the case i tell you. She was flying back today, so probably had some unused credits, might as well dispose of it somehow. Ya, it doesnt help that she is online, back in SG while i am typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i dedicate this heading to her, Honey why you calling me so late? (Hinder - Lips of an Angel). The reason why i am so sceptical abt it is because we havent been keeping in contact for the past weeks. She was busying having her own fun, and i was with my own life. So it is totally hypocritical when she sent that sms. But who cares, whatever her intention was. So let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Pam has been calling me EmoBoy for sometime now(she says i need to give her credits), but thats just a part of me. I think life has alot to offer for people my age. Basically its just a whole new phrase of life that i am going through. I hope this continues, cause i do not want to be sucked back into that pit of self pity, hurt, and grief again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long live the car crash hearts&lt;br /&gt;Cry on the couch all the poets come to life&lt;br /&gt;Fix me in 45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-4947853941116555287?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4947853941116555287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=4947853941116555287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4947853941116555287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/4947853941116555287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/06/honey-why-you-calling-me-so-late.html' title='Honey why you calling me so late?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-1352177109878473369</id><published>2007-05-27T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:05:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes to Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;To all my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught up with the way life seems to make you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Feel as if you say I won’t make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The moments in our lives when all things come to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See the other side stay strong, stay true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You’re hanging by a thread when no one seems to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you'll find that in your heart I will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-1352177109878473369?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1352177109878473369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=1352177109878473369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1352177109878473369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1352177109878473369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/05/minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Minutes to Midnight'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-7447877394944706656</id><published>2007-05-24T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:49:44.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.</title><content type='html'>Tonight just aint the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; Write me off, give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause darling, what did you expect&lt;br /&gt;I'm just off a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;a long shot, don't even take this bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-7447877394944706656?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7447877394944706656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=7447877394944706656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7447877394944706656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/7447877394944706656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-its-best-you-leave-me-alone.html' title='Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-1066992679197345284</id><published>2007-05-23T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T02:30:55.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>Well, i intended to post my thoughts on the various issues that has happened, but it seems like fate is cruel to me and the people around me nowadays. So folks, its best not to be near me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked overtime today, partially due to the fact that i took the previous day off to go shopping. So when i got back today, there was like a mountain of things for me to do. And it doesnt help that i am down with flu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after work, i decided that i should embark on a Romance@SG expedition by taking the bus home, catch the Singapore night before i eventually leave. Was at the bus stop, waiting for a double decker bus when Mr Good Friend's Gf called me up. &lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SEASON FOR BREAKUPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, basically she called to ask my opinion on things, then it lead to her telling me to help her breakup with my good friend. The details, let just keep it private. But i really hope the best for both of them, i really do. I will get an update from them as soon as there is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE MY ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, i used to write my emotions into pieces of lyrics. Nowadays, my emotions are reflected in the songs i listen to. Ya, i know it sounds unbelievable, me? Write songs? You gotta be kidding. Haha. My advice to you?, " Thats just who i am this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relate to music very well. I really think songwriters are geniuses in the making. The ride home was to be my escape from the day to day hustles, matters of the heart, as well as my goddamn emotions. It was where i could be by myself, in deep thoughts. Today was no different, the bus ride home was accompanied by Fall Out Boy's Hum Hallelujah which really got me thinking.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hum hallelujah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just off the key of reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought I loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was just how you looked in the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our teenage vow in a parking lot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Till tonight do us part." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sing the blues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And swallow them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, "5 years down the road, u be singing like u mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT ENDS TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It beens 9 days since that fateful day. I guess i am doing fine. Keeping myself busy, hanging out with friends, work, shopping, alcohol and cigarettes (they come together). I think it has took a toll on my health, been down with flu since 4 days ago, coupled with sore throat. Yeah, i know it aint exactly healthy, but its just a phrase my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanged out with my primary schoolmate who happens to live nearby for another late night supper. Its interesting the things she shares with me. Love, Lies, Life, Sex, Aspirations, Thoughts. Just a couple of things we talked about over supper. I am getting more amazed about the things that is happening right beneath my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time to come, i would not regard "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making out with another guy while being attached&lt;/span&gt;" as a big deal anymore. Since its happening all around me. Am i the only weird one standing out? I am starting to wonder. I guess i been living in my own shell for a very long time. Its time to get out there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i would end my boring ranting about my sad pathetic life here.&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown of my thoughts on the events that happened would probably have to wait again. I am happy living life the way it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract that best describe my failed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when the lights all went out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We watched our lives on the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate the ending myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But it started with an alright scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me end with 1 of the songs of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They strangle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t explain myself at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I don’t want to need at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Least I fall alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t explain what you can’t explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're finding things that you didn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I look at you with such disdain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My minds unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I’m on my own side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s better than being on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s my fault when you're blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All these thoughts locked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you’re the first to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight will make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends when darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just a little insight will make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It’s too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tonight, Insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-1066992679197345284?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1066992679197345284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=1066992679197345284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1066992679197345284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/1066992679197345284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/05/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-8895557710220545560</id><published>2007-05-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:51:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Story</title><content type='html'>I knew i didnt have the discipline. It shows right, judging from the lapse in time from my 1st post to this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot have happened during this time. Let me just list it out :&lt;br /&gt;1) I found out that my good friend's girlfriend cheated on him. ( The details were way out of my league, then. )&lt;br /&gt;2) My aunt was getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;3) My girlfriend who is currently in HK, told me exactly on the day we were together for 2 years, 2 months that she cheated on me. ( Now i joined the league. )&lt;br /&gt;4) Then life after the break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing aint it. How so much can happen in such a short period of time. Let me just reflect upon all that happened, case by case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Love Affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my good friend's GF msned me, and told me what happened. I immediately stop doing my work, got out of my seat, went to the stairs and called him up. After a few mins of scolding the fuck out of him. And asking what the fuck is he still doing with her, i said, "u fucking better know wad you are doing." I just couldnt take it lying down, i feel for my friend. And we knowing each other for close to 7 yrs, i knew what he is going through. I just could not understand why he was still with her.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me the whole story, from the start to the end. I questioned his gf's every move, we discussed alot. I could see how hurt he was, how much he had sacrificed for this girl whom i quite frankly, didnt know too much about.&lt;br /&gt;He forgived her and moved on from there. How he did that, was something i could never comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Time to Say Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 fine day, my young aunt who was married for 2 yrs or so suddenly moved home to stay with her mom. Thinking that it was normal for a married couple to quarrel, i didnt think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;But 2 weeks on, she was still living with her mom. So it started to bug me what the fuck the guy was doing. I decided to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;So, it appears that there was a third party(unsupported claim). Wow, why wasnt i surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so they are basically getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the news that my gf (technically my ex now) had cheated on me. I dont know the details. Yeah, probably i will never find out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always told ppl around me that in a relationship, its comes to a point of time when there is no love, but commitment. I believed that we had that commitment. I put much of my trust, faith, as well as my future into it, so imagine the shock it was when i was told of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my byes, hanged up the phone, asked my bro for a light, with hands shaking, went out of my house and to the staircase. i sat there, staring at the wall in front of me for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if everything was unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the few ppl i could call, screamed at them for a few hrs. My sincere thanks to those who were there for me when i needed it the most. Then, i couldnt sleep. It was the worst night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, a friend of hers met me for lunch. Then i went for a haircut as well as a highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a start of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Thnks For The Mmrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week or 2 i would say was pure torture. The constant thought of betrayal killed my appetite, affected my sleep. I couldnt eat or sleep. i was like a walking zombie. But it was during this period of time when friends really came forward, ppl like my gd friend, ppl that i was not close to, ppl that i used to be close with, all came forward. Whether it was out of sympathy or concern, they were there. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Disenchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave personal thoughts to the above events, which i would leave for another day. Many thoughts, mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end with something that struck me on Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;"Cristina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there, in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won't. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. I'm a heart man. Take 'em apart, put 'em back together, hold them in my hands. I am a heart man. So this, I am sure. You are my partner. My lover. My very best friend. My heart. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands, I promise you... me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how i felt about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-8895557710220545560?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8895557710220545560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=8895557710220545560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8895557710220545560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/8895557710220545560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-life-story.html' title='My Life Story'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-6937712010117480141</id><published>2007-04-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:47:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Overseas</title><content type='html'>Yes, as you may already know, i am leaving Singapore for Australia in July to further my studies. This has been a long hard journey but finally, there is light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-6937712010117480141?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6937712010117480141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=6937712010117480141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6937712010117480141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6937712010117480141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-overseas.html' title='Going Overseas'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638504312048875791.post-6448434206506284393</id><published>2007-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:23:55.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden Post</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 07/04/2007 i decided to start a blog. I used to have one back in JC, but didnt have the discipline or the story to keep it going. After 2 years, here i am again. Will i be able to do it this time? God knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638504312048875791-6448434206506284393?l=mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6448434206506284393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638504312048875791&amp;postID=6448434206506284393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6448434206506284393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638504312048875791/posts/default/6448434206506284393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywordsaremyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/04/test.html' title='Maiden Post'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323162091521597506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
