<?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-442183208150488313</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:06:29.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EmolatioN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-8884238486739854165</id><published>2008-03-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:58:07.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday wednesday friday! these 3 days means gym, gym and gym! ohh.. my whole body is aching like hell! hahaha but i love it! gonna persevere! woots! hardwork do pay off! hahaha no pain no gain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gym went to friends house to slack. played wii-fii! so damn cute! hahaha played tennis and boxing game! ohh sweat sweat sweat! hahaha. i think i play till too violent. lol. really had great time! after all the fun times, its time for us to have our dinner. went to a nearby food centre at eunos. we ordered lots of food. roti john, rojak, fish and chips, hor fun, etc. loll expensive though but its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh sunday is my sports camp! cant wait you know! lolol sports camp! here i come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-8884238486739854165?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8884238486739854165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=8884238486739854165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8884238486739854165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8884238486739854165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-wednesday-friday-these-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-3160693545283551409</id><published>2008-03-08T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:17:26.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today many things happened. firstly is more of personal stuffs. she told me what she felt. and i didn't know im such a disappointment to her. her impression of me is like to hang out, have fun, reach home late or even dawn? and am i even addicted to alcohol?! ha so this is what im to her. maybe the have fun and like to hang out i cant deny though because im a outgoing person. i do like to have fun but not till that extend. so i didn't really understand which until extend she is talking about. but like to reach home late or even dawn, and addicted to alcohol? i dont know what expression i should make too. its just absurd to me? well and many many things. dont wanna name out one by one. i guess proving it is the only way now? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today went to my granny's place. buffet is just awesome!!! crayfish, curry, fried sotong, and many many more. its so tasty and delicious. drooling. :D some of my cousins didn't come due to clash schedule? well but we do have fun though. we played majong and that table is called "the NEWBIES!" hahaha because we just started playing not long ago. maybe the titles know us? but we dont know them. hahaha just like they are stranger to us. hmmm must have some relationship between them then we can play well. hahahah okay just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay thats my day though. a mixture of happy and sad? but now after i got home, i feel sad. because the sad issue started in front of my com? hahaha well time is everything to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait and see!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-3160693545283551409?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3160693545283551409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=3160693545283551409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3160693545283551409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3160693545283551409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-many-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-8216026460706262930</id><published>2008-03-04T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:09:46.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went to newton to have some splendid dinner. how about some samba stingray, samba squid, samba kang kong and samba tiger prawn? hahaha i know this meal is kinda hot and spicy yea! but its damn nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just phenomenon for me to have flu while eating spicy stuffs. so im like "sniff, sniff, sniff" while eating. kinda irritating though. hhahaha but its really nice. the tiger prawn is like as big as crayfish? omg! the flesh is so so tender and juicy! awwww. droool. lol. really love eating that dish. just simply awesome!! the rest is just normal to me. just like those in normal kopitiams. well... but its still worth it!! kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samba chilli meal!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-8216026460706262930?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8216026460706262930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=8216026460706262930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8216026460706262930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8216026460706262930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-went-to-newton-to-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-787862888002777573</id><published>2008-03-01T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:20:55.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes im back blogging again! because of "someone"'s inspiration. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa yesterday! sadly to say it was raining in the morning! oh gosh! but luckily our plan did not crash and we still continue to go sentosa. waiting for ppl to arrive at vivo for like 2 hours! argh. so damn long but its okay uh. chit chatting with each other while waiting for ppl to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so cooling in sentosa. not sunny at all. but we didn't care. when we started playing, there was a group of boys wanted to play with us so we challenge their team. their team was good but so do us. hahaha. afterall we won. WHEE. we went to swim alittle bit after the soccer match. we collecting lots of seaweed in the sea and decided to throw at one of my friends. eeee the feeling being throw at is very disgusting!! yucks. hahaha. laughing our way out. coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after swimming we played rugby. reshuffle teams with the group of boys and us. so its fair? hahaha yea. and many ppl got injured including me. omg pain pain pain! until today my body is still in pain. injured many parts of my body. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had great great fun! :D except for the injury part. kekeke!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-787862888002777573?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/787862888002777573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=787862888002777573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/787862888002777573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/787862888002777573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-yes-im-back-blogging-again-because.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-6665125850505015291</id><published>2007-11-16T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:59:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;WOOOTS PEEPS! hahaha o lvls had passed by! cool uh! i've been finding work and playing all these days. awww man! yesterday my bros and me went to SPICE to lepak(=slack and chill out). we share our deepest secrets with each other. feeel so damn close just like one happy family! =D we ate and drank our hearts out. but when the bill came, its 55bucks altogether. its so ex! but we found out that they added 2 items wrongly and the final cost is 48 bucks! hahaha still expensive though but we having lots of fun! =)) we went home around like 1130. we were so damn penat(=tired) especially ME! we plan for today's outing. we plan to jog to rp to play soccer. today is just like athlete day man. love it though. hehe. alright im going off now. takee care peeeeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-6665125850505015291?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6665125850505015291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=6665125850505015291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/6665125850505015291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/6665125850505015291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/11/wooots-peeps-hahaha-o-lvls-had-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1706636462473888750</id><published>2007-10-25T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:56:31.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yes uh finally o lvls had started! everyone seems to be like mugging all day. tired core man. chem and geog had finished. i guess i screw up chem? nevermind just do well for my physics. A1 for my physics!!!!! hahaha. geog i guess i've got no problem with it. able to do all questions. studied development in the last min and it came out! all factors were so fresh in my brain. just squeeze everything out from my brain. lol. coool uh! next monday will be english and math paper1. gonna mug for math for at least 2 days. ahhhh. alright alright. o lvls sucks anyway. so tiring and stressing. after the last paper, we gonna rock the world! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my brothers, lets do well and party all night after o lvls! got link okay! take care my bros! lets bleed it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1706636462473888750?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1706636462473888750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1706636462473888750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1706636462473888750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1706636462473888750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-uh-finally-o-lvls-had-started.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1136473924376245646</id><published>2007-10-25T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:24:49.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey dne! hmm must believe me. i'll prove to you what i said is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love is so blind that i cannot see the time flying pass by me. because you are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1136473924376245646?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1136473924376245646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1136473924376245646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1136473924376245646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1136473924376245646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-dne-hmm-must-believe-me.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1857327459353959533</id><published>2007-10-23T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:02:19.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so sorry i cant blog for days. my internet is down so kinda need 3 more days for me to continue blogging. sorry guys! =) GOOD LUCK FOR "Os" and good luck to you too, my special one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1857327459353959533?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1857327459353959533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1857327459353959533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1857327459353959533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1857327459353959533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-sorry-i-cant-blog-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-4231176259371607541</id><published>2007-10-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T07:19:36.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From far away, I feel your beating heart. I'm staring into space, what a lonely face. I'll try to find my place with you. What a beautiful smile, can i stay for awhile? On this beautiful night, we'll make everything right. my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Larger than the moon, my love for you. The secret of the world is written in the stars. I'm carrying your heart in mine. oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe a greater thing will happen. Maybe all will see. Maybe our love will catch like fire. As it burns through me. my beautiful love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never give up on what you are fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-4231176259371607541?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4231176259371607541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=4231176259371607541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/4231176259371607541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/4231176259371607541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-far-away-i-feel-your-beating-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1278680071741626974</id><published>2007-09-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:34:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;study study study. im going to be a study freak soon!! but anyway, im moving house! ohhh im excited staying in my brand new house! awwww! cool and this sat, nicholas, amar and gangs coming to help me! they are so ON that they willing to give me a helping hand. cant wait till sat! hahahaha! but still long uh. 6 more days! counting down. woohoo! wah sian sian. 3 more weeks to o lvls. wah damn shag! tired core... must do well for o's. im afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1278680071741626974?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1278680071741626974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1278680071741626974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1278680071741626974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1278680071741626974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/study-study-study.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-9121664667900917454</id><published>2007-09-27T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:13:19.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay o lvls is coming so so near! i can feel it breathing at my neck!! stress is staggering! now its time to revise my work. only this word "revise" is in my life. no more playing. o lvls! im coming! do it well so i can have the mood to play after o's! cool! lets study guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bern, its hard uh because its really confusing. if you were to be in my shoes, you will understand the situation now. its like kind of complicated uh. i myself also dont know what to do but to sit and watch. haha study come first for now. study!!! okay take care=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-9121664667900917454?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/9121664667900917454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=9121664667900917454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/9121664667900917454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/9121664667900917454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-o-lvls-is-coming-so-so-near-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1854805588478266658</id><published>2007-09-24T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:10:00.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after lots of thinking, if she will to contact me, i will definitely talk to her with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1854805588478266658?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1854805588478266658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1854805588478266658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1854805588478266658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1854805588478266658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-lots-of-thinking-if-she-will-to.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-3897198517276718849</id><published>2007-09-22T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:31:24.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreams are shattered into a million pieces! you seems so near to me everytime but i try to get hold of you, you seems to be so far away. i tried my best to stretch out my hands as far as possible just to grab hold of you but i failed everytime. now i realise you are so miles away from me and my dreams are miles away from fulfiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, you are seriously far away from me. no matter how far i run towards you, you will be always be far away. theres no chance for me to grab hold of you. dreams are shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-3897198517276718849?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3897198517276718849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=3897198517276718849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3897198517276718849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3897198517276718849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams-are-shattered-into-million.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-2744151992031939433</id><published>2007-09-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:39:02.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RuauzVzIn-I/AAAAAAAAABc/luuLFoTk2h0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RuezLv5QRcI/AAAAAAAAABk/wgueKYzvNHM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109249316691658178" style="WIDTH: 680px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 623px" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RuezLv5QRcI/AAAAAAAAABk/wgueKYzvNHM/s400/untitled1.bmp" width="680" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;when im small, i always have one this BIG BIG dream. which is to enjoy this awe-inspiring sight with my one-and-only miss precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;coral reefs, deep blue sea. sitting on the cliff with this special girl in my heart, wind blowing gently against our lovely faces. hands wrapping around each other's waist. resting her head on my chest. holding hands with fingers interlocking each other warmly. the lovely-warm aura surrounding us. its just simply too SPLENDID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;watching birds flying freely. spreading their big wings out wide. hearing the sound of waves crushing onto the rocks. chilling wind blowing our hair, watching the trees dance, like its waving to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoying this magnificent sight, sharing own deepest secrets with each other. souls of two became one. doing everything as one. never be replace or seperate. its just so romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i really hope i can have this chance. will my miss right be mine? i really wish to. love sees no flaws. loving you is all i wanted. loving you had became part of my journey. will you accompany me to finish the journey together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;will you? i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay its damn mushy. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-2744151992031939433?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2744151992031939433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=2744151992031939433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2744151992031939433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2744151992031939433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams-when-im-small-i-always-have-one.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RuezLv5QRcI/AAAAAAAAABk/wgueKYzvNHM/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-3275371057632941929</id><published>2007-09-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:21:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i looked into her eyes. her eyes, her soul really captivated me. whenever i close my eyes, her image will appear in my dark pitch scene. i just cant forget her. why?! trying my best to but i just cant. i will feel so depressed whenever im thinking that she will be migrating to aus soon. it just breaks me down. i really hope she will stay. i dont want her to leave just like that. am i being selfish? i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i just wish that she won't throw away the love and care i've given to her. because no matter what, im always here to be there for her. i know i've repeated that for many times but these words really meant a lot to me. i really want you to stay. but can you stay? please dont walk away like this. feeling sour is part of her leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no! i dont want to take o levels! if o levels had passed, which means she gonna leave very soon! oh guardian of time! please freeze and let everything stop here! every hour every min every sec counts. i just want to know if i meant alot to her. that will be enough. am i? am i not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one day i hope you will not just leave like that and tell me you are staying. i really really hope that will happen. sorry for being selfish but i just cant help it. days grow longer and nights grow shorter and i will be satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;although within me are turning grey, i wont give up my wish and hoping you will tell me you are staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you meant a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-3275371057632941929?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3275371057632941929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=3275371057632941929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3275371057632941929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3275371057632941929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-looked-into-her-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-7523710184509894800</id><published>2007-08-20T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:24:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmYSFzIn8I/AAAAAAAAABM/t3AgTF61Fug/s1600-h/200706221232-pix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100775489535516610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmYSFzIn8I/AAAAAAAAABM/t3AgTF61Fug/s320/200706221232-pix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmYNVzIn7I/AAAAAAAAABE/rDjxkZBoCvo/s1600-h/894436361_e50981ba19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100775407931137970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmYNVzIn7I/AAAAAAAAABE/rDjxkZBoCvo/s320/894436361_e50981ba19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man this feels cool? i really hope she will know and move her heart for everything i've did. im so so afraid she will leave me. sigh. i love her seriously. loving her fills my life with more colourful colours. she brightened up my life. love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please visit &lt;a href="http://www.acidcrue.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.acidcrue.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmTE1zIn6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9kcVPueoKzU/s1600-h/894436361_e50981ba19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RsmTE1zIn6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9kcVPueoKzU/s1600-h/894436361_e50981ba19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/442183208150488313-7523710184509894800?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7523710184509894800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=7523710184509894800' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-4739501093526486863</id><published>2007-08-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T09:04:29.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well although i've done so much, maybe its still not enough for me to win her heart. its the time that matters. i doesn't know her long enough. and i hate everything and my timidness for inviting her in my friendster. i hate i hate i hate! im feeling terrible now. nothing seems right since. i hate myself. i feel like sliting my wrist and let the blood gush out of my veins and die. i really feel like dying. i gave her everything but i got nothing in the end. haha thats life. love is so fucked. love can turn someone nasty. love can turn someone mad. love can turn someone into depression. but once you got love, everything seems so right. as if you have the entire world in your hands. im such a failure. i didn't have a chance to obtain the entire world. fuck up life fuck up world fuck up person i am. and its cool. does cutting myself feels good? nah its stupid. cutting myself wont make me die. maybe sliting my wrist? oh cool. all people says time heals time heals. lets observe if time really heals. im not that fortunate to have your love although you got my love. good luck to yourself and the person you love. god bless. i cant take this kind of stress. i'll take a rest im dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-4739501093526486863?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4739501093526486863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=4739501093526486863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/4739501093526486863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/4739501093526486863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-although-ive-done-so-much-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-7721291750875128179</id><published>2007-08-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:08:17.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my blog song is specially dedicate to this special girl. hope she will see this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Your Guardian Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can show you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't walk away and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please tell me you'll stay woah, stay woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Use me as you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-7721291750875128179?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7721291750875128179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=7721291750875128179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/7721291750875128179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/7721291750875128179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog-song-is-specially-dedicate-to.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-6341102889271758115</id><published>2007-08-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:09:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its been days since i've heard from her. dont know what she is doing now. im just feeling weird without her nags and chats. i feel so empty inside. idling around my house when im sick thinking of what might be doing now or why she didn't reply my msges. im just so lost. hope she will be back there for me again. time and time again i'd promise her to quit smoking and im always hang on to the promises i made for her. i want her back again nagging me to study everyday. sighh.. every night before i slept i will think of some possible reasons to solve the enquires in my heart. is it something happened thats why she didn't contact me? or is it she found out something that hurt her or something which i even know what it is. or is she trying to ignore/ avoid me just because she can concentrate on her work more? im just totally confused. really wanted her to help me solve all these questions. where is she?! can she appear in my dreams to tell me or give me a msg? every morning i wake up, the first thing i look is my phone. hoping i will receive a msg from her. even if its a "hey" or just "good morning" it will brighten up my day for sure. but it seems i didn't receive any. i really miss her lots. all these days without her msges i've been feeling very moody. dont wanna talk to other people even my friends but just her. she is nowhere near me. i will wait and wait till you give me a reply or a call. i need you seriously. i dont have the mood to revise my work without your naggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remembering the last msg i've got from her: "sorry im kinda busy today. um talk tmrw? sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is there some meaning behind these words? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this msg have been reciting in my mind all these while. where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss you so.. please let me know you are still there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-6341102889271758115?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6341102889271758115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=6341102889271758115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/6341102889271758115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/6341102889271758115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-days-since-ive-heard-from-her.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-2980735701533216156</id><published>2007-08-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:47:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey peeps. its my care and share session for today. it goes like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever changed somethings when you met a girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i do! things started to changed since i met her. i've changed(although she said its ok). because ehhh.. i dont know either. just have a feeling of changing just for her. its her and her. she seems special to me. she look so pleasent to my eyes and my heart just starts to "pop" whenever i sees her. whats the meaning of this? i will and i will continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright peeps. the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the special girl seems to had moved my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-2980735701533216156?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2980735701533216156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=2980735701533216156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2980735701533216156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2980735701533216156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-5321790303299729955</id><published>2007-08-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T04:48:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RrHOslVAlDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GeNkGnIlfk/s1600-h/523754103_859b8a1a5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094079918862537778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RrHOslVAlDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GeNkGnIlfk/s320/523754103_859b8a1a5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright thanks all my bros and sis for supporting me. i love you all TAN CHANG AN! HANXIANG. TAN YEW QIAN. JUNTING, CASSANDRA, MICHELLE HO AND JOEN! love! you guys to the core. best friend i've ever met. we gone through thick and thins together. really love our friendship. AND guess what?! IM BACK TO KENDRIK AGAIN! the cheerful and talkative boy! love to meet up sometime. =) lots of things to share about. MSG ME MY FRIENDS. misss all to the core!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love emo kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-5321790303299729955?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5321790303299729955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=5321790303299729955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/5321790303299729955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/5321790303299729955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/08/alright-thanks-all-my-bros-and-sis-for.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RrHOslVAlDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8GeNkGnIlfk/s72-c/523754103_859b8a1a5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-3072201309697310282</id><published>2007-07-29T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:42:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its been a tiring week. gym, study, gym study. argh super tired. miss a remedial on sat and now i got banned by the chemistry teacher. what should i do? lots of homework to do and you know im so lazy. but most of the time i can overcome my laziness but this time it is irresistable. laziness plus unstable mood condition makes me feel like sleep and sleep. escaping from reality. i hate to face the world now. i feel so little confidence in me. whatever i do i had a bad feeling that i would be a failure. i feel that im not the person i used to be. now i just feel like sitting alone, starring into space and let the time fly pass me. everythi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RqyvElVAlBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZTECiCaBqGs/s1600-h/kendrik1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng seems so meaningless to me. nothing seems to energise me. emolation had taken place? maybe or maybe not. i totally have no idea. ahhhhh. maybe this is part of life? trying to climb up on what i had fell down. pulling myself up is the most important. hmm. dont care about me. im a failure. total failure. no idea why i feel this way too. alright im tired. im super tired. tired of everything. take care peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RqyvElVAlBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZTECiCaBqGs/s1600-h/kendrik1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ending everything makes me feel better. maybe i should&lt;/span&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/442183208150488313-3072201309697310282?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3072201309697310282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=3072201309697310282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3072201309697310282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3072201309697310282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-8109914432470854043</id><published>2007-07-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:02:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;things dont look the way it should be. it just stop in a middle of our journey. its tiring because being alone to finish the whol ong journey; no one to talk with; no one to joke with; no one to support each other with. i guess i should put down everything and start afresh? i've tried and tried to my very best. it just stuck within me as if it will be there forever. cant help myself thinking of you. remember the days when we set out together with faith. now im still alone walking through the journey. i dont know where is the ending. it seems like everlasting. you were right. giving up earlier is always than giving up later. the pain still will be there but not as much pain than giving up later. concentrate on studies is your way of forgetting it. but my way of forgetting things ain't studying. i went to gym and try to numb myself. i just want the pain to forget it. its tiring. damn tiring. i hate to go on. seriously. but i still have to go on. i've ever once of jumping down from my room and end everything. nah, its foolish. only a dumbass would do that. remembering the past hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alright i go have some rest. my muscle is aching terribly. take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;always think about you holding my hands. its wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-8109914432470854043?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8109914432470854043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=8109914432470854043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8109914432470854043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8109914432470854043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-dont-look-way-it-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-735358313513510305</id><published>2007-07-22T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T09:07:09.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i couldn't sleep well last night. there were so much to think about at that moment. all just gush out from my mind. but it was happy memories. alright guys, lets listen to the potential break up song. im fine will always. *i hope* you weren't a sinner or even a fcuking retard. you are just perfectly fine because i know you were true to me all these while. you will always be in my heart no matter what because i know you love me lots and showering true love all over me. im glad that you able to give me many good memories to think of. i know sometimes im a bit demanding but i hope you understand:) if you were bad, im not good either. right? we are the same. we dont catogorise ourselves between good or bad because our heart were united as one. love is something about putting in each person's shoes. i've always put myself in your shoes before making any fuss about some things. i know now we are back to friends but you'll always stay in my heart. i love the true-ness in you. thats what i love you about. alright although sometimes when i recall back while im sitting with an empty bus sit beside me, i will feel a pain in my heart. i really hope at that moment, you were sitting beside me talking to me. it will be satisfied for me. i guess its finally time for me to rest because im on the verge of breaking down. i'll try to sleep now. take care and theres a place in my heart which is meant for you. always. *bless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love piggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-735358313513510305?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/735358313513510305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=735358313513510305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/735358313513510305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/735358313513510305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-couldnt-sleep-well-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1584473430369636188</id><published>2007-07-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:11:54.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is 21st of july 11:52pm. today is my sadest day of my whole life.. as im typing, i cant help it but tears just fill up my fucking eyes and rolling down my fucking chubby cheeks. when a relationship starts, get prepare for the worst because there is nothing call "forever". now i experience that and im feeling so so devasated. am i asking for too much or am im mr.not-gentlemen? im utterly confused. do i have a place in her heart? my heart says have but my brain denied it. which side should i believe? tell me! guide me! advice me! someone help? or even angels may fall and give me a helping hand? im having a mania-storming heartache. im bleeding. bleeding profusely. oh its a shame that a guy is shedding tears am i right? totally fucked up. im such a failure. UTTER FAILURE! what can i do to change the situation? no, there is none. there are no options for me to choose.. dead end. today onwards. i,myself,me will be dead after i finish my last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. 12:11pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1584473430369636188?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1584473430369636188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1584473430369636188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1584473430369636188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1584473430369636188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-21st-of-july-1152pm.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-411094382763475522</id><published>2007-07-19T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T04:21:57.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its hard to be a  human&lt;br /&gt;its even harder to be a mr.perfect&lt;br /&gt;because nothing in this word is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never be perfect. NEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-411094382763475522?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/411094382763475522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=411094382763475522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/411094382763475522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/411094382763475522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-hard-to-be-human-its-even-harder-to.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-5946122871265781043</id><published>2007-07-18T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:56:33.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/Rp4LawqveUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/voS7Y5xjkQA/s1600-h/msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088517183343917378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/Rp4LawqveUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/voS7Y5xjkQA/s320/msn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;darling.. this is for you! stay cheerful like you always do. dont worry and be happy! im always here. im your sugar. i want to listen to your sorrow. lets share your sorrow together honey. i willing to sacrifice for you if you ask me to. nothing is impossible. confide in me honey. just me. lets share the pain together. its been almost 48hours since i heard from you. i really misses you. please reply me. im very worried. love you darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-5946122871265781043?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5946122871265781043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=5946122871265781043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/5946122871265781043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/5946122871265781043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/darling.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/Rp4LawqveUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/voS7Y5xjkQA/s72-c/msn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-2558974211430784033</id><published>2007-07-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:11:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RpzH-wqveTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbdIvuP73Y8/s1600-h/loveyou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088161560051808562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RpzH-wqveTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbdIvuP73Y8/s320/loveyou.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey there my piggy, what's it like in New York City. I'm a thousand miles away. But girl tonight you look so pretty. Yes you do. Time Square cant shine as bright as you. I swear it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely. Give this words another listen. Close your eyes. Listen to my voice it's my disguise. I'm by your side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know times are getting hard. But just believe me honey, we will always be happy forever. We'll have the life we knew we would. My word is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far. But they've got planes and trains and cars. I'd walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know, that none of them have felt this way.Dearest I can promise you that by the time we get through. The world will never ever be the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you baby! always in my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-2558974211430784033?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2558974211430784033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=2558974211430784033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2558974211430784033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2558974211430784033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-there-my-piggy-whats-it-like-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5oyfm0nPRg/RpzH-wqveTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CbdIvuP73Y8/s72-c/loveyou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-442183208150488313.post-3043648572385315716</id><published>2007-07-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:01:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there PEEEPS! whee sorry for the adsent of my entries. kinda busy all these while. ohhh its all about the same. LETS talk about life, shall we? hahaha same old answer, STRESS! exams exams and exams. my brain only contains this word, "EXAMS!" awwwww hate to be stress. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you. It's all about you baby. you'd make my life worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;I would answer all your wishes, if you ask me to.&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words which i would like to hear from your love.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles with you, which i wish it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;It will be romantic for just only me and you.&lt;br /&gt;Telling you with a smile, ITS ABOUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              From me to piggy^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this will let you understand how my heart feels deep inside about you. its really you that sparks me up. you had became part of my life; my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-3043648572385315716?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3043648572385315716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=3043648572385315716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3043648572385315716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/3043648572385315716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-there-peeeps-whee-sorry-for-adsent.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1548302340457568729</id><published>2007-07-10T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T03:16:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea tmr im having my SUPER-TEENS WORKSHOP! (mon-fri)WHEEE~=D hope its a de stressing programme for me. i dont want go and study again. really sick to me. &gt;&lt; alright signing off. god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1548302340457568729?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1548302340457568729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1548302340457568729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1548302340457568729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1548302340457568729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yea-tmr-im-having-my-super-teens.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-1607063886240843482</id><published>2007-07-10T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T03:14:06.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life isn't that good. gosh! i screwed my olvls chinese! man HELL DEAD! the reading part is alright but the conversation part is "OMG!". i dont even know what to speak/say. ask about green revolution?! somemore its in chinese/ dont even understand what the teacher is talking about. i dont know how to say "natural resources" in chinese, i spoke it in english. DEAD! im feeling the stress of olvl now. i cant take it. hais. feeling so devasated now after my chinese oral. i dont feel like carrying on. =( life sucks. really admire those ppl who got good grades for their olvls. hais. alright bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-1607063886240843482?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1607063886240843482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=1607063886240843482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1607063886240843482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/1607063886240843482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-isnt-that-good.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-333955513722253044</id><published>2007-07-01T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:17:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea! today was a great day man. WE WENT TO WATCH TRANSFORMER! IT WAS AWESOME! THAT MOVIE JUST SIMPLY ROCKS! GO CATCH IT! but there was something pissing off too. example like the sushi. me classmates(about 13,including me) went to line up for the sushi buffet around 630. then guess what? when its our turn for our table, the manager say"so sorry! we dont have a table for 13." oh my gosh! and we said"seperate into different tables?"the manager said"sorry,also no space"we were like so hungry! we skipped our breakfast and lunch just to chiong at the buffet and this happens. never mind. and what? when we go off, there were 6/8 ppl behind us and the manager invited them in. omg! didn't we say we dont mind seperating tables? the manager is a stupid dumbdumb. anyway, we went to soul garden and have our so called "meal-of-the-day"we eat like some hungry ghost. lmao. one of my friend took 1 whole big plate of fried mee and spaghetti. omgg! as if is like feeding a pig in the farm? hahaha. and its obvious, i cant finish it all. then we went to HQ and have some dota match. awww so thrilling and exciting. we do laugh around. hahaha. anyway great day! everyone were so tired after a long and tiring day. awww im tired. alright im turning in now! TAKE CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGGY! LOL STAY HAPPY YEA! (^(o.o)^)&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-333955513722253044?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/333955513722253044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=333955513722253044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/333955513722253044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/333955513722253044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-yea-today-was-great-day-man.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-430463581241636221</id><published>2007-06-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:31:25.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg school sucks seriously. olvl sucks! my homework for now is staggering! argh so damn stress up. got lots and lots of task to do. it is as if like i have it-will-never-do-finish homework. im tired. teacher just keep bombard us with a pile so stupid worksheet and homework. stress ah stress. lol hope "someone" will entertain me. please be cheerful. i only want "someone" to be a happy kid like she used to be. hmmm i want you to be sad no more. SMILE! you smile i smile:) im bored. i want some free time for me to relax and chill out. stress out life i have. never mind. same word "ENDURE" lmao. im stress with my heart problems too. hope i can find someone to confide in. =( ahhh feeel like commit suicide. these few days things dont look the way i want it to be. kinda fcuk up. alright im tired. i want to interact with my bed now. love my bed&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, be happy! like you used to told me:) i want you to be cheerful in order for me to move on. There are no dead ends. Nothing is impossible. love piggy:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-430463581241636221?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/430463581241636221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=430463581241636221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/430463581241636221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/430463581241636221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-school-sucks-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-2802019686611323505</id><published>2007-06-25T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:54:14.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh fcuk la! school reopened liao! damn sians man! i hate school! omg hair check today. damn it. lucky i didn't get caught =D my hair is short! sian sian sian sian! ohh anyway im damn damn tired! i want to sleep and never wake up! i want to piggy forever! i miss my bed alot. please let me interact with my bed more. is it ok principal? lmao im bored.. i dont want to study. i hate books but no choice O'lvls this year. argh! ENDURE! after exam shiok AR! play, play and play all day! hehe. must score well for O'lvls this year. must must must! god bless ya? hahah alright im damn tired now. lazy to write somemore. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-2802019686611323505?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2802019686611323505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=2802019686611323505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2802019686611323505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/2802019686611323505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhh-fcuk-la-school-reopened-liao-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-8250601646971234715</id><published>2007-06-23T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:11:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! BACK FORM HOME FINALLY! MY LEG IS SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY ACHING RIGHT NOW! I STILL HAVE 1 MORE DAY TO GO! SUNTEC AR SUNTEC~ i absolutely wont step into suntec for weeks! it burns me... anyway today was a busy day. as usual saw kids running around(as if like its their home). saw lots of parents brought their kids to have fun. woah good parents. nowadays kids like so rich! i think even richer than me=.= lol. ahhh tiring day! SUPERB! my eyes are closing now.  all i was thinking now is to sleep sleep sleep! hehe. piggy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really happy on 23/06/07! im afraid it would be a worst ending i had but i was wrong. she proved me wrong. hehehe i will treasure nothing but just only you, you and you! PIGGGY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-8250601646971234715?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8250601646971234715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=8250601646971234715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8250601646971234715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/8250601646971234715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-back-form-home-finally-my-leg-is.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-7993498086331473834</id><published>2007-06-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T09:53:30.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooohoooo! reached home finally! went to suntec for the maple event = =. saw lots of kids running around like some tarzan or something. lol. its nice though. hmmm stand for 9 hours! my legs are as soft as a cotton wool. I LOVE MY BED! hanx and i were like slacking. hehe but its tough though. oh well standing sucks! but still love it. =) after work went to slack around suntec. hanx and i fell asleep at mac! aw pathetic right?! anyway great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont emo le. listening ear is always here. you emo i feeel so helpless because i can do nothing but to be your listening ear. im always there. I WANT A SUNNY YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-7993498086331473834?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7993498086331473834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=7993498086331473834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/7993498086331473834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/7993498086331473834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/06/wooohoooo-reached-home-finally-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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-442183208150488313.post-518909388332992164</id><published>2007-06-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:08:54.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks. I LOVE EMO! im stress im in my own world struggling with mess of thoughts! hope someone will understand me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain myself at all&lt;br /&gt;.And all the wants&lt;br /&gt;And all the needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;You're finding things that you didn’t knowI look at you with such disdain.&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is liftedOn this eveningI give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m on my own side&lt;br /&gt;It’s better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault when you're blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s better that I see it through your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/442183208150488313-518909388332992164?l=get-to-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/518909388332992164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=442183208150488313&amp;postID=518909388332992164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/518909388332992164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/442183208150488313/posts/default/518909388332992164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://get-to-emo.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>+KenDriK+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16888754395506892933</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>
