<?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-34081316</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:18:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want euphoria</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34081316.post-384926035237199524</id><published>2007-07-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:49:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in an "abyss" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in an "abyss" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought absoluteness would never be in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the shadows of it kept appearing.&lt;br /&gt;These images I find it hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;I thought the tears would never stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it did.&lt;br /&gt;The shower washed it away.&lt;br /&gt;Just like it did to my smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the shower,&lt;br /&gt;Told myself to dry those tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became someone more.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that now held the strength,&lt;br /&gt;The strength to keep absolute, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself never to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be stronger now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to shed a tear,&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I feeling the need to smile.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed it away remember?&lt;br /&gt;Just like I did to those tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the best healer.&lt;br /&gt;The pain today,&lt;br /&gt;Is less than the pain yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And the pain tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;will be less than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Everything was nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-384926035237199524?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/384926035237199524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=384926035237199524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/384926035237199524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/384926035237199524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-abyss-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in an &quot;abyss&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-4803224112279531864</id><published>2007-07-15T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:53:16.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Claustrophobic" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Claustrophobic" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's been some time since I've blogged. It's late this time and I'm just feeling out of sorts these days. Just feel i'm struggling so hard even though the waters' just knee height. It feels as if I can't survive. It's just so hard to articulate this feeling. Nobody will feel or see things the same. No individual does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if I'm trying to get to the other end of the road.&lt;br /&gt;People are surging towards you. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;You are going in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;You try so hard to turn back, follow the flow instead.&lt;br /&gt;NO. You just can't.&lt;br /&gt;People are pushing you back. Back to the same place.&lt;br /&gt;You try so hard to get to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP. Please just STOP.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this claustrophobic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;WHY can't I? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Built it up to watch it fall&lt;br /&gt;like it meant nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;I gave and gave, the best of me&lt;br /&gt;But, it was never,&lt;br /&gt;never,&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-4803224112279531864?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4803224112279531864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=4803224112279531864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/4803224112279531864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/4803224112279531864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-claustrophobic-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Claustrophobic&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-8090387340524467279</id><published>2007-04-29T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:12:40.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "short-of" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Short-of" kinda mood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, it just starts to eat into you. Just when my perspective of life started to get a little sanguine, everything starts snowballing downhill again. I don't know what's exactly going on with my anatomy, or what is it exactly that I want. Obviously things just isnt good for me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall short of the yardstick of which optimism is measured, completely engulfed in this shroud of uncertainty and comtemplative nature of giving up everything I thought I had, might have had, control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let my hair grow faster. I abhor it to the max now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-8090387340524467279?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8090387340524467279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=8090387340524467279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/8090387340524467279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/8090387340524467279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-short-of-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;short-of&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-8472035807819698530</id><published>2007-04-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:29:56.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in an "Escapist" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in an "Escapist" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfuctory smiles that seem to show they care,&lt;br /&gt;Yet having the way they planned is all they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But then you had to just throw it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an escapade you're having.&lt;br /&gt;You're the escapist from the room of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I find it so darn hard to bring you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't think I even want to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-8472035807819698530?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8472035807819698530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=8472035807819698530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/8472035807819698530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/8472035807819698530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-escapist-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in an &quot;Escapist&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-699663603512244166</id><published>2007-04-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:25:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Half-alive" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Half-Alive" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling when you get a sudden epiphany and it smacks right at you unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;It's the touch of reality.&lt;br /&gt;And man, does it hurt so darn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm almost alive, and i need you to try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and save me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-699663603512244166?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/699663603512244166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=699663603512244166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/699663603512244166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/699663603512244166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-half-alive-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Half-alive&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-5423449260032071337</id><published>2007-03-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:01:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Fresh as Toast" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in a "Fresh as Toast" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to pick up. You know, i kind off see some positive saguinity in life. But then again, a part of me tells me that it's too early to lay down any form of judgement. Skeptic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that's how reality plays it's role huh. You think your life is going down one way but reality swerves it the other. I don't really want to hold hopes or expectations of anyone or anything anymore. Keep to yourself, michelle. Close it all up. It's time again to cloister up and listen up, maybe, just maybe only then, you can finally figure out what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles that show their lines of lies, words that speak of inner lines.&lt;br /&gt;That's what life presents itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-5423449260032071337?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5423449260032071337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=5423449260032071337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/5423449260032071337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/5423449260032071337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-in-fresh-as-toast-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Fresh as Toast&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-109217474094154847</id><published>2007-02-06T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:18:22.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "compass-less" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Compass-less" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say it's normal at such moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say it's just stress that escalates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say it's not just you that feels this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say it's that things have a way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hapening&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say it's just the vibes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; affecting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say it's okay, cause everything will be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's abnormal at such moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's more than just stress escalation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's not just me alright, that's true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's more than happening that things have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's not just the vibes that affects,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say it's not okay, cause where were you&lt;br /&gt;in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go,Going,Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I lost my compass-my guidance in life.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely lost in this &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;winding maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Arial;" &gt;I lost every moment of happiness i used to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Arial;" &gt;I'm lost, lost, completely lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Grand essentials of Happiness are: Something to do, Something to love and Something to hope for. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-109217474094154847?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109217474094154847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=109217474094154847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/109217474094154847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/109217474094154847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-in-compass-less-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;compass-less&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-2856094972843672048</id><published>2007-01-28T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:34:35.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I get weak" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "I get weak" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sincerest big Thank-you to all for took time off to join in the class chalet. It wouldn't have been possible without everyone's participation. Despite the bumpy ride that we had to ride through, it was all worth it. Special thanks to the rest of the Organisation Commitee who helped out in their own way. I love you guys =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We started out as strangers, we may be different in our own way but deep down, we are all the same old same, one big family. It's nearly a year and we're still holding on. Stay strong A'04. I love every single one of you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024996656706226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM5ovj0-6b0/Rbxf1fCACHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h_HNAqaGQ8s/s320/untitled.bmp" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-2856094972843672048?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2856094972843672048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=2856094972843672048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/2856094972843672048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/2856094972843672048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-i-get-weak-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I get weak&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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/_jM5ovj0-6b0/Rbxf1fCACHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h_HNAqaGQ8s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34081316.post-116931012022128789</id><published>2007-01-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:22:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "jaded" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Sonnet:I don't know how to write.&lt;br /&gt;A haiku, five - seven - five,&lt;br /&gt;Seems too tight.&lt;br /&gt;Three little words I'm not able to say,&lt;br /&gt;But dear you, this is what i can tell you today:&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't say those words to you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Please stick with me cause I feel someday I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. Isn't it sweet. I cried when i watched Ryan trying to read that out. Damn these TV-serials making me cry all the time. It's a sweet poem to write or say to anyone. Sigh. Life just is... Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116931012022128789?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116931012022128789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116931012022128789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116931012022128789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116931012022128789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-jaded-kinda-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116919785285210791</id><published>2007-01-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:10:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "good days don't come easy" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Good days don't come easy" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in such an irascible mood these days. My days are moving by so slowly and nothing's been going well. I walk and i fall down. We plan stuff and we're faced with a bumpy ride full of obstacles. Sigh. I'm so tired. Drained. I miss those days where you need a hug and you get one. Where did humanity go. Yes, friendly people do exist. But it's nothing but smiles and "hi's". Where did the love go people? Show some affection. It's basic human nature to spread affection to the ones around them. Not to bottle it up inside. We should cherish our friends when we have them. So, give a little hug. Let them know that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eyes can barely open.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116919785285210791?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116919785285210791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116919785285210791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116919785285210791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116919785285210791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-good-days-dont-come-easy-kinda.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;good days don&apos;t come easy&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116903534668455096</id><published>2007-01-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:02:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I'm a man-eater" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "I'm a man-eater" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, Sahu, you're the bone-eater, cause you love skinny and scrawny guys. Sigh. Remember your deadline, or Poh Xuan (JO) will start spreading the ball of passion. tsk. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm so physically and mentally drained. Migrains are back to haunt me. I so need a break. I want to be left out of all the quarrels, the disagreements. I just don't want to see people not happy with one another. It's called compromise. I never want to see others unhappy. That's why i'll give in as much as i can. I don't know how to say "no". Maybe it's foolish, maybe it's insane. But thats how i feel its best for everyone. Yes, i feel bad all the time. It called indulgence in self-blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's this act of insanity that keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:(to whom it may concern, i shall not name names) Maybe you should start taking responsibility for your obligations. You may have a glib tongue, but you've just got to walk the talk honey. Or else, we're over and done. The title you own means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116903534668455096?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116903534668455096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116903534668455096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116903534668455096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116903534668455096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-im-man-eater-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I&apos;m a man-eater&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116844303040523079</id><published>2007-01-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:30:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a Me, Myself and I mood. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me: Not in the very best of moods are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself: I guess not, but i have a sanguine feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Deception, the most cogent liar of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I am deceiving myself, but a little deception never hurt anyone right? I'm telling myself it's all wrong. Yet, honestly, i know that it's just an excuse for me not to face reality, not to face what's really going on. I'm just not ready to confront these problems. Distance,or even perpetual isolation may be what I feel is best. No need for false pretences(On your part). I don't want to be facing a forced smile of yours with daggers snuck tighty behind it. I can stand up when i fall, but if you stick a dagger in my back, i can't. Cause you stabbed right into my heart. There's no salvation, no excuse for your actions. I lay there, cold, dead. That motionless body no longer represents me - It's our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, impeccable decorum must always be met.&lt;br /&gt;So, I only have this to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;to everything of you i ever knew.&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/34081316-116844303040523079?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116844303040523079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116844303040523079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116844303040523079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116844303040523079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-me-myself-and-i-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116844210553650807</id><published>2007-01-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:15:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a vindicated kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why when a couple get married,&lt;br /&gt;the ring has to be worn on this very fourth unknown finger on the left?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's because, this simple finger, has a vein.&lt;br /&gt;Not just any vein.&lt;br /&gt;A vein that connects directly to our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is to honor the epitome of love,&lt;br /&gt;The ring represents the holy sanctity of matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;The ring is just a connection for marriage and love,&lt;br /&gt;that originates from within the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Your's sincerly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116844210553650807?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116844210553650807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116844210553650807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116844210553650807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116844210553650807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-in-vindicated-kinda-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116621827574459994</id><published>2006-12-16T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:31:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Orange County-OC" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Orange County-OC" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've realised it's been so long since i've updated. Well, sincerest apologies, since i've been kind of, sort of been lazing around. Watching DVDs and what-nots. Most importantly, i wanted to take a step back, not get involved in the series of histrionics and be a passer-by. you'll get a much better and clearer view of what's going on in life. Right now, all i want is to find my purpose in life again. Everythings just kind of a blur right now. Just a passing phase, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think i need therapy. I suffer from occasional rage blackouts. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, i just ought to say, season 4 of the OC must not be missed! it's really good. the dramatic debacle with Marissa is FINALLY over. YAY. They're just dragging it for so long. Ryan is way more gorgeous. He's HOT. I'll try to find time to maybe attach part of an episode. Taylor is so hilarious. Whatever it is, i can't wait for the season to be over, then the DVD will be out in stores, i can finally grab the set and indulge myself in obsessive hours of an OC season marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just need a break from everything that's going on. It's so hard to explain and nobody will ever understand this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Insomia is back to haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all i've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yours Truely.&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/34081316-116621827574459994?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116621827574459994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116621827574459994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116621827574459994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116621827574459994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-orange-county-oc-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Orange County-OC&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116238204810313088</id><published>2006-11-01T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:54:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "post that letter" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Post that letter" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have a fetish for letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Letters say it all. When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Words can be hard to express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feelings are deep down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Known to self but yet unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's been such a long while that you've been keeping all to yourself, spending your time on nothing. It's time to invest in worthwhile stuff. Time to ignore what's none of your buisness. I'm over trying to play the game of emotions. Life will work out one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I need a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;          Yours truely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116238204810313088?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116238204810313088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116238204810313088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116238204810313088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116238204810313088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-in-post-that-letter-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;post that letter&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116222121950376092</id><published>2006-10-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:13:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Fed-up, don't want to talk about it" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Fed-up, don't want to talk about it" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, there's this saying, since a long time ago, that only true friends would say the truth and that only true friends would tell you your flaws so that you can change? How i wished reality was so. Who wouldn't want to say the truth? I would love to, but sadly, reality check! Apparently everyone has feelings. There's so much I want to say to you, so much i need you to know how un-nerving you can be. You're pushing me to the brink of my limits. There's only so much a person can take, and i'm trying really, really hard to accept you for who you are. I want to tell you what went wrong, but i know in the end, all I'll get, is just excuses and more excuses for your actions. I tell myself, that it's wrong to feel this way of your good friend and i should be always there for you despite what kind of a tyrant you have been. Honestly, it's been a bumpy ride and I'm finding it a chore to self-delude myself that it's only a passing phase of yours. Deception to preserve your feelings-or lack thereof is wearing me out. When i see you, your actions, I see nothing but irritance. But, i tell myself, no, she's still your friend afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's only so much I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's what's left of my patience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yours Truely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116222121950376092?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116222121950376092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116222121950376092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116222121950376092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116222121950376092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-fed-up-dont-want-to-talk-about.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Fed-up, don&apos;t want to talk about it&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116154782564864412</id><published>2006-10-23T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:10:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "see that droplet rolling down your nose" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "see that droplet rolling down your nose" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an unexplainable feeling when a droplet runs down your nose or your cheeks. yeah. it's something that can't be put into words. you've just got to experience it yourself to understand what and how it feels like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to head out and stand in the rain. Sit on a bench outdoors, rain pours. Drenched. At that split moment, you can feel people from all walks of life passing you by, all rushing to get home - comfort zone. i beg to differ. In the rain, everyone else is too immersed in their own lifes that they neglect you, fail to recognise the existence of a drenched being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alone. Cold. Reflection. That's what it's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's what i do when i'm sad. But it's not raining anymore. It hasn't in a long while. I miss the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nobody can differentiate if that droplet is a rain droplet, or a tear...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/Rain%20On%20Bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116154782564864412?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116154782564864412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116154782564864412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116154782564864412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116154782564864412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-see-that-droplet-rolling-down.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;see that droplet rolling down your nose&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116132916400340423</id><published>2006-10-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:36:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "round, round, the big head of his" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "round, round, that big head of his" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i'm going to talk about is prolly a blur to many, but the A04 peeps would surely get it. HAHA. This is especially for Fatin as well. Get your hands off my N.N! *you know who i mean* He's mine! All mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Are you with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Like absolutely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fatin, clearly it's like an indirect proposal. He's re-comfirming the love we have. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Re-NEWal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA. Mine, mine. N.N is all mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/2851_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beat that head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Round, round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here, we go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116132916400340423?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116132916400340423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116132916400340423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116132916400340423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116132916400340423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-round-round-big-head-of-his.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;round, round, the big head of his&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116108274717249437</id><published>2006-10-17T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:59:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Timeless,classic" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Timeless, Classic" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You know, sometimes i wonder where Shakesphere got the ideas for his plays from, hearsay was that he was a copycat. But hey, if you were able to be an imitation yet receive such great responses for your play? I guess we could just overlook that point cause afterall, you're still a great sucess. You've got to applaud that guy. Sometimes i think it was fun living in those days. - I want to try living in those days. You get to sit in carriages, ride horses all day, wear classy gowns and attend balls like lectures- in a much more fun way of course. Ironically, the people of the past went to so many balls till they got weary and dreaded it. Sounds like our lecture classes these days huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well, hopefully someone would just wear a classic tail coat tux and sweep me off my feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So long, so long, oh parting is such sweet sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I thank thee."Jo, you promised me you'll speak like that with me while shopping! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116108274717249437?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116108274717249437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116108274717249437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116108274717249437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116108274717249437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-timelessclassic-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Timeless,classic&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116107888405871674</id><published>2006-10-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:54:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I write sins not tragedies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/OUkCz8JyuSk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/OUkCz8JyuSk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love this Video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116107888405871674?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116107888405871674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116107888405871674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116107888405871674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116107888405871674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-write-sins-not-tragedies-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116039814587875111</id><published>2006-10-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:18:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "we would have been good, great together" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "We'd have been good, even great together" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, note this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"How do you expect her to fall for you, when you're not there to catch her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Every girl needs a man who's always there to catch her when she falls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116039814587875111?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116039814587875111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116039814587875111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116039814587875111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116039814587875111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-we-would-have-been-good-great.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;we would have been good, great together&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116036597394096451</id><published>2006-10-09T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:18:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "dupree-di-di-do" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Dupree-di-di-do" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Promos are like F-I-N-A-L-L-Y over! Haha. But ya' know, the joy is just not there. Hmm. :\ *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i want to catch "You, Me and Dupree" in Cinemas now! =D&lt;br /&gt;PS: *It might be the lucky you I'll ask to catch it with me!* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/dupreeposter-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is Owen Wilson adorable or just adorable? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-116036597394096451?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116036597394096451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116036597394096451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116036597394096451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116036597394096451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-dupree-di-di-do-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;dupree-di-di-do&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-116004789174356790</id><published>2006-10-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:17:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "don't have to put up a fight" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "don't have to put up a fight" kinda mood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you can't make it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;The best you can do is fake it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I need a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A big, warm, fuzzy hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's all that matters now.&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/34081316-116004789174356790?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116004789174356790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=116004789174356790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116004789174356790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/116004789174356790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-dont-have-to-put-up-fight-kinda.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;don&apos;t have to put up a fight&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115986541642874938</id><published>2006-10-03T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:17:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Once bitten, twice shy" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Once bitten, &lt;em&gt;Twice shy" &lt;/em&gt;kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just had my Literature Promotional Exam paper about three hours ago and the poem was just absolutely breath-taking. Haha. As in, i sure don't want to be mushy and cliche and what not, but honestly, it was a piece of poem you just can't miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Twice Shy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Her scarf a la Bardot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In suede flats for the walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;She came with me one evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For air and friendly talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We crossed the quiet river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Took the embankment walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Traffic holding its breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sky a tense diaphragm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dusk hung like a backcloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That shook where a swan swam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tremulous as a hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hanging deadly, calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A vacuum of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Collapsed each hunting heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But tremulously we held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As hawk and prey apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Preserved classic decorum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Deployed our talk with art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Our juvenilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Had taught us both to wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not to publish feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And regret it all too late-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mushroom loves already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Had puffed and burst in hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, chary and excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As a thrush linked on a hawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We thrilled to the March twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With nervous childish talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Still waters running deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Along the embankment walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115986541642874938?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115986541642874938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115986541642874938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115986541642874938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115986541642874938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-once-bitten-twice-shy-kinda-mood_03.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Once bitten, twice shy&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115970424576286643</id><published>2006-10-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:17:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Total screw up" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Total screw up" kinda mood"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yepp, here says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out for a nice dinner with my family and this happens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI: we were walking along this narrow pathway, but beside my mum was this wide open area which you could just cut through...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mum:&lt;em&gt;Hey, better walk faster... There's this guy behind who wants to walk through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me:Yepp, okie... But if he wants he can always cut across the open space isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guy:(manages to forcefully get past me, turns around) Little girl, *Blah blah* some all out confrontation directed towards my mum and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me:*thinks: Oh lord.* It was just a comment. Not as if you had to take it seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guy:Preaches... YADA YADA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and he finally walks away, leaving my mum and I staring in bewilderment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:*thinks:Asshole.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FYI to You*, I am not your little girl. I can freaking bear a child already. (sounds wrong.. but just to get the point through).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Please respect that. WHO the F*** are YOU to judge what my mum and I says. Seriously, Get a F***ing LIFE. For Pete's sake. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, maybe he's just a desperate and loony guy who so badly wants attention by letting his thoughts be known-to strangers that is. Whatever it is, you sure got our attention. But all in all, you ruined our day. Totally. So, I've got a word to describe you, a tribute from my mum and I, for leaving such a "fantastic" impression. - Bastard! In your face!(sorry for all the risque language, he seriously deserves it though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: Not as if he's good-looking. I might just let it go. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, I'm feeling better already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115970424576286643?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115970424576286643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115970424576286643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115970424576286643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115970424576286643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-total-screw-up-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Total screw up&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115936100466674851</id><published>2006-09-27T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:16:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Dare you to move" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Dare you to move" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Salvation is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpwkeeQkmrw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115936100466674851?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115936100466674851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115936100466674851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115936100466674851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115936100466674851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-dare-you-to-move-kinda-mood_27.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Dare you to move&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115925273820232102</id><published>2006-09-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:16:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Murray Murray" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Murray Murray" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's just clear to see, that when you're always &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; there, it just comes to a point where I just won't want to talk about anything anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't expect me to open up, cause I can't, to someone who is never there. You claim to be existant in my life. But think about it... Are you truely being who you really want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how two-timing jerks just simply turn us off? But... I've got an exception... HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/groups_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chad Michael Murray.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;yepp, he's one hell of a jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;for dumping Sophia Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;BUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He's still one hell of a hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irresistable!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115925273820232102?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115925273820232102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115925273820232102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115925273820232102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115925273820232102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-murray-murray-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Murray Murray&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115925179513836941</id><published>2006-09-26T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:15:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Happy together" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "happy together" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interesting conversation between my dysfunctional parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;overview: bro had to take medicine, being the very gay him, he went all ballistic over it being bitter and what not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mum: oh my, just look at him. Wonder who he takes after. Must be you (referring to my dad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dad: No, i doubt so. It's you he takes after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mum: Can't be! I was BOLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dad: Are you sure? If you're BOLD, I'm &lt;em&gt;ITALIC&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ork&lt;/span&gt; with me. (Looked at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: HAHA(hysterically.) Yepp dad, i'm NORMAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Preferably, Verdana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*PS: if you still don't understand the joke... HAHA. Ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115925179513836941?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115925179513836941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115925179513836941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115925179513836941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115925179513836941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-happy-together-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Happy together&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115858301037261397</id><published>2006-09-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:15:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "How to say, How i feel," kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "How to say, How i feel," kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;To be freed from ambiguity, does it really absolve oneself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Or does it just paramount to inordinate guilt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Somethings, are just better left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"And we'll be tempted to turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;to catch each other's gaze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;with a tad want of reconciliation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but sadly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;all that's left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;is but a shadow of each other's back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/Walking-away_filtered_edited.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/34081316-115858301037261397?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115858301037261397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115858301037261397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115858301037261397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115858301037261397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-how-to-say-how-i-feel-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;How to say, How i feel,&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115825223661996977</id><published>2006-09-15T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:15:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I've fallen head over heels for you" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "I've fallen head over heels for you" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yepp, you heard me. I'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For a pretty long while actually. He's just someone you can't find just anywhere. He's vertically challenged, squarish, yellow, porous and absorbent. But most the most sexist of all, is that he can sing. Plus, he has a surname that is exclusive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Presenting, the one and only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GApQtKXST4o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;PS: Fatin, I'm waiting for you to just learn this song and sing it with me! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's the C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But i'll help if you'd just sing along`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now you know why i love him? =)&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/34081316-115825223661996977?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115825223661996977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115825223661996977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115825223661996977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115825223661996977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-ive-fallen-head-over-heels-for.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I&apos;ve fallen head over heels for you&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115806219217082064</id><published>2006-09-12T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:14:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "Please let go" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "Please let go" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people are fated to fall short of the template within which expectations are shaped- The ethical yardstick by which behaviour is measured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nobody is&lt;strong&gt; perfect&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Please, don't expect me to be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;whoever you are, I try my best to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be there for you. But, there comes a time where even superman needs a breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;please, just let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115806219217082064?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115806219217082064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115806219217082064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115806219217082064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115806219217082064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-please-let-go-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;Please let go&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115800275719698926</id><published>2006-09-12T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:14:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "It'll be okay in the end" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm in a "It'll be okay in the end" kinda mood.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm suffering from insomia. Seriously. HAHA. Been tossing and turning for the past hour. Heck, i just won't sleep at all then. I shall oppose the body who opposes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I just came across your* blog, and I realised&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my guesses have been proved right. I was just afraid to ask you, for fear of that awkardness that will come thereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I'm dedicating this post to you, with one main intention. To tell you that sensitivity exist in each and everyone, it's just the magnitude of it. When your words fall on deaf ears, it does not mean that your words are worthless. It does not mean that you are being ignored either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ignore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;To refrain from noticing or recognizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ignorant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;lacking in knowledge or training; unlearned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&gt;lacking knowledge or information as to a particular subject or fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With courtesy of dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Being Ignored and being ignorant are two vastly different things. One may be intentional, while the other, unintentionally hurting. But i want you to know that I doubt any maliciousness from others is involved. It's just that in reality, there are just some people who are ignorant to other's feelings. They tend to be less sensitive to their surroundings and people. No matter what, you're a great person. You know that, I know that. Of all those whom your words fall on deaf ears, it's okay. It'll be okay in the end. You're still the great friend I know and I enjoy your company. Don't be swayed by your emotions. Look around you and you'll find friends who cherish you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It doesn't matter if you know half the population, what matters is, at the end of the day, there is someone whom you can turn to when you're in need. You don't need a wide social circle to do that, all you need is that small circle of friends who will stick with you through thick and thin. That's what matters in life, that's what happiness is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;All in all, I love you for who you are and don't worry aites. It'll be okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&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/34081316-115800275719698926?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115800275719698926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115800275719698926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115800275719698926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115800275719698926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-itll-be-okay-in-end-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;It&apos;ll be okay in the end&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115782697438217345</id><published>2006-09-10T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:13:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I'm hopelessly devoted to you" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in a "I'm hopelessly devoted to you" kinda mood.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am seriously contemplating on the fact that maybe i should admit myself to IMH, willingly, of my own accord. HAHA. Seriously. I think I'm suffering from an insatiable need to worry, endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;STRESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Physiology. A specific response by the body to a stimulus, as fear or pain, that disturbs or interferes with the normal physiological equilibrium of an organism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With courtesy of dictionary.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes indeed, you heard me. Stress compounded at that very essence of my mind. It's &lt;strong&gt;driving&lt;/strong&gt; me crazy. I don't think I can hold on much longer&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You try so hard to concentrate, but the mind wanders, to thoughts far beyond your imagination. My whole week is wasted. Total waste of time. My greatest fear is imminent. You just won't understand why i feel this way. Never, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;On a lighter note, the theme is as such because I fell in love with this song. Great vocals, splendid performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNrcHfmHi1w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting the one and only - Girl's Aloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;"Hopelessly devoted to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Enjoy. :)&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/34081316-115782697438217345?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115782697438217345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115782697438217345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115782697438217345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115782697438217345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-im-hopelessly-devoted-to-you.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I&apos;m hopelessly devoted to you&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115774971948894000</id><published>2006-09-09T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:13:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I'm obsessed with Shayne Ward" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in a "I'm obsessed with Shayne Ward" kinda mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just could not resist posting another entry cause Shayne Ward came into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forget Singapore Idol. For those of you who haven't caught the "X-factor", here's presenting Shayne. Power-house vocals, even ken would say "BEST performance all season!" trust me. *winks*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus, he's HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: do click on the arrows to get the view.. the size doesn't exactly fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzN_1gYimbc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115774971948894000?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115774971948894000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115774971948894000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115774971948894000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115774971948894000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-im-obsessed-with-shayne-ward.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I&apos;m obsessed with Shayne Ward&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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-34081316.post-115774455688085440</id><published>2006-09-09T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:12:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a "I think i miss you" kinda mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in a "I think i miss you" kinda mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, it all boils down to this. I seriously thought i gave up on blogging a year back... This was like total randomosity. Decided to do this again cause of that my brother actually. Haha. Felt that it'll actually be meaningful to start my very first post revolving around that pesky brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. He's away for a 3-day camp. Thus, my ramdom thought of him? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is my most sincere confession: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;the way you sit outside and create a ruckus when i kick you out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you fight with me over who's better at games..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you steal my fav pillow and stash it away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you say I can never step into YOUR room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you only eat fish and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;the way you weigh so much lighter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you say you &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just&lt;strong&gt; hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way you hug me and say you &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Most of all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; hate you at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With every Hate, comes an underlying meaning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; you and you're irreplaceable.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6465/3750/320/01-03-06_1659.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;presenting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The very spastically silly-k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34081316-115774455688085440?l=kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115774455688085440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34081316&amp;postID=115774455688085440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115774455688085440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34081316/posts/default/115774455688085440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddomich-sillythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-i-think-i-miss-you-kinda-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a &quot;I think i miss you&quot; kinda mood.'/><author><name>kiddo-mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16612960852442493260</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>
