<?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-5272506900412931809</id><updated>2011-08-17T04:27:30.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vashie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>324</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-8251242462707538889</id><published>2011-03-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:25:11.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At night when the stars light on my room,&lt;br /&gt;I sit by myself,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moon, tryin' to get to you,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Or am I just a fool who sits alone talking to the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8251242462707538889?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8251242462707538889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8251242462707538889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8251242462707538889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8251242462707538889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-night-when-stars-light-on-my-room-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8167801768474388997</id><published>2010-11-19T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:23:08.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimimao</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I didn't do my best.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you be happy wherever you are now.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8167801768474388997?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-2066404135362997414</id><published>2010-11-18T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:50:58.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 06 – Your day</title><content type='html'>My day is fine, holiday today so no need work.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go swim but monsoon season. Sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2066404135362997414?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2066404135362997414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2066404135362997414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2066404135362997414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2066404135362997414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-06-your-day.html' title='Day 06 – Your day'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1627500037362045240</id><published>2010-11-15T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:01:57.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 05 – Your definition of love</title><content type='html'>My definition of love...it's a hard topic.&lt;br /&gt;If it's true love, no matter what situation both parties are in, they should still love each other just as much. You wake up everyday wanting more of the person you're in love with, much more than the day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1627500037362045240?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1627500037362045240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1627500037362045240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1627500037362045240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1627500037362045240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-05-your-definition-of-love.html' title='Day 05 – Your definition of love'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5818329764170945106</id><published>2010-11-14T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:26:50.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 04 – What you ate today</title><content type='html'>Well...this is an interesting topic!&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate some Sticky sweets. Ate kway chup for lunch. Interesting fact, Vashie prefers kway chup with everything intestine. Since young my mum order it that way, so I naturally grew up thinking that kway chup consist of the kway and intestine. Only recently then I realise that kway chup got other meat, eggs and tau pok when I buy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for dinner...Cup noodles. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5818329764170945106?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5818329764170945106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5818329764170945106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5818329764170945106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5818329764170945106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-04-what-you-ate-today.html' title='Day 04 – What you ate today'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8830796772942823803</id><published>2010-11-12T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:03:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 03 – Your parents</title><content type='html'>I have the best mum in the world. Nobody can even come close to what my mum did for me and my siblings. Although we are not rich, she always make sure we live better than normal, get things we want, and be fair her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8830796772942823803?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8830796772942823803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8830796772942823803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8830796772942823803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8830796772942823803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-03-your-parents.html' title='Day 03 – Your parents'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-424978009968402781</id><published>2010-11-11T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:46:42.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02 – Your first love</title><content type='html'>My actual first love, can be considered an unforgettable one. I was immature enough to let things turned sour. It will always be a part of me which I will regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love taught me many things, and opened me up to this 枯燥乏味的生活。Looking back now, I truly seen colours with my first love but fail to grasp it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because all that's left are memories, that's why it will always stay perfect. I cherished all our time together. 风风雨雨，喜怒哀乐，我都珍惜每一刻。Even when during the worst fight we have, I still cherished it because it's with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was self centered, only thinking of myself all along. I never knew, how depressed and upset she became...and somewhere along the line, she even had thoughts of suicide because of me. All these, I didn't knew until it was too late. I'm sorry for being such a mental torture to you. Behind all the happy, cheerful and strong facade, there's actually a fragile heart which was entrusted to me...that I had forgotten to shower care and concern for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I showed my temper, the time you turned your back against my back, the item I smashed you assembled, the key to my house you left silently on the table, the talk which we had that revealed things I never knew before, the tears which rolled down my cheek, the hands I reluctantly let go of...I can never forget. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you, I can never love the same way anymore. I knew firsts was always the most unforgettable...but I never knew that it will leave a scar so deep, time could never heal. The best years of memories of my life ended within 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-424978009968402781?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/424978009968402781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=424978009968402781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/424978009968402781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/424978009968402781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-02-your-first-love.html' title='Day 02 – Your first love'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-7919562926888711927</id><published>2010-11-10T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:22:27.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01 – Introduce yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/062308/look-at-me-im-ruining-the-joke-guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people calls me Vashie, some other call me by Edwin. But just for you, since you read my blog, you can call me Tonight. ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm somewhat a gloomy person on the inside, but I think nobody should be affected by my mood, so I just have fun when people are around. I hate tensed or serious situations, why can't things always be fun and enjoyable? I tend to judge people heavily on first impressions. I find it hard to blend in with new people and surroundings. I hate changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7919562926888711927?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7919562926888711927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7919562926888711927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7919562926888711927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7919562926888711927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-introduce-yourself.html' title='Day 01 – Introduce yourself'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5954433917201841985</id><published>2010-11-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:01:02.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Day 01 – Introduce yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 – Your first love&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 – Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 – What you ate today&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 – Your definition of love&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 – Your day&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 – Your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 – A moment&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 – Your beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – What you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – Your siblings&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – What’s in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – This week&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – What you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – Your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Your favorite birthday&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Something you regret&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – This month&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – Another moment&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – Something that upsets you&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – Something that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – A first&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – Your fears&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – Your favorite place&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Something that you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Your aspirations&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – One last moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5954433917201841985?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-5659570618002934766</id><published>2010-11-10T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:54:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Above all else,&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5659570618002934766?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5659570618002934766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5659570618002934766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5659570618002934766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5659570618002934766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/11/above-all-else-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-9136333327739437224</id><published>2010-09-17T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:48:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving the idea of someone,&lt;br /&gt;Or just loving someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-2574890524371626438</id><published>2010-09-17T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:41:34.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving the idea of someone,&lt;br /&gt;Or just loving someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2574890524371626438?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2574890524371626438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-6816166482695102878</id><published>2010-09-17T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:41:14.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving the idea of someone,&lt;br /&gt;Or just loving someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6816166482695102878?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6816166482695102878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=6816166482695102878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&gt;我沒有說謊 是愛情說謊&lt;br /&gt;它帶妳來 騙我說 渴望的有可能有希望&lt;br /&gt;我沒有說謊 祝妳做個幸福的新娘&lt;br /&gt;我的心事請妳就遺忘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3011717635575045195?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3011717635575045195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3011717635575045195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3011717635575045195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3011717635575045195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1643740767021012458</id><published>2010-09-01T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:41:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;答應我，你一定要幸福，我才能放心的把你忘記。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1643740767021012458?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-7046180514992096284</id><published>2010-08-31T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:49:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Compound problems.&lt;br /&gt;One after another,&lt;br /&gt;Never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7046180514992096284?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7046180514992096284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7046180514992096284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2217857904067366497?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2217857904067366497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2217857904067366497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2217857904067366497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2217857904067366497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/08/unspoken-words-are-ones-i-wished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-2614645290980517524</id><published>2010-08-23T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:59:52.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Give me time" I said.&lt;div&gt;I will put it on when I feel that I'm ready,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the point of keeping it with me is because I can put it on the second I feel that I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't see pass the reasons for me doing what I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And blindly press on on what you want and prefer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it lost it's meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day you see me keeping it on me and never take them off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall be the silent acknowledgement which says I'm ready to be all yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that I'm not everything you wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2614645290980517524?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2614645290980517524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2614645290980517524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2614645290980517524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7851344928244834338?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7851344928244834338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7851344928244834338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7851344928244834338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7851344928244834338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-only-have-one-redeeming-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8040584569703952153</id><published>2010-08-10T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:20:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>萧敬腾 - 如果没有你</title><content type='html'>Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;现在窗外面 又开始下着雨&lt;br /&gt;眼睛干干的 有想哭的心情&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;太多的情绪 没适当的表情&lt;br /&gt;最想说的话 我该从何说起&lt;br /&gt;你是否也像我一样在想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你 没有过去&lt;br /&gt;我不会有伤心&lt;br /&gt;但是有如果 还是要爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你 我在哪里&lt;br /&gt;又有什么可惜&lt;br /&gt;反正一切来不及&lt;br /&gt;反正没了自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;现在窗外面 又开始下着雨&lt;br /&gt;眼睛干干的 有想哭的心情&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;太多的情绪 没适当的表情&lt;br /&gt;最想说的话 我该从何说起&lt;br /&gt;你是否也像我一样在想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你 没有过去&lt;br /&gt;我不会有伤心&lt;br /&gt;但是有如果 还是要爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你 我在哪里&lt;br /&gt;又有什么可惜&lt;br /&gt;反正一切来不及&lt;br /&gt;反正没了自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;br /&gt;你是否也像我一样在想你&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For a moment, I thought I saw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8040584569703952153?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8040584569703952153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8040584569703952153' title='0 Comments'/><link 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buildings &lt;br /&gt;fading in the distance &lt;br /&gt;only dots on a map &lt;br /&gt;four five six &lt;br /&gt;the two of us a perfect fit &lt;br /&gt;youre all mine all mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I can say &lt;br /&gt;is you blow me away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an apple on a tree &lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves &lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach &lt;br /&gt;but you picked me &lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach &lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece &lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see &lt;br /&gt;but you picked me, &lt;br /&gt;yeah you picked me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so softly, &lt;br /&gt;rain against the windows &lt;br /&gt;and the strong coffee &lt;br /&gt;warming up my fingers &lt;br /&gt;in this fishermans house &lt;br /&gt;you got me, &lt;br /&gt;searched the sand &lt;br /&gt;and climbed the tree &lt;br /&gt;and brought me back down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I can say &lt;br /&gt;is you blow me away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an apple on a tree &lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves &lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach &lt;br /&gt;but you picked me &lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach &lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece &lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see &lt;br /&gt;but you picked me, yeah you picked me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-349212013735281171?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/349212013735281171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=349212013735281171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/349212013735281171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tragic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6059351372680032551?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6059351372680032551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=6059351372680032551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6059351372680032551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6059351372680032551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-you-built-up-world-of-magic.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-4295935188423069979</id><published>2010-07-22T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:39:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired of spoon feeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4295935188423069979?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4295935188423069979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4295935188423069979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-1549881900195262155</id><published>2010-07-16T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:10:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I what I am now,&lt;br /&gt;Because I can walk away and forget it all,&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't walk away and forget everything all along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1549881900195262155?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1549881900195262155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1549881900195262155' title='0 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4292086403353006409?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4292086403353006409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4292086403353006409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4292086403353006409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4292086403353006409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/07/self-fulfilling-prophecy.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5327290962683299824</id><published>2010-07-15T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:49:52.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Withdrawal Symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5327290962683299824?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5327290962683299824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm afraid to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I won't wanna wake up from my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to this harsh reality,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing else to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing the world with a persona that kills me inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4914472144096365111?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4914472144096365111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4914472144096365111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4914472144096365111'/><link rel='self' 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title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-6923258452413622979</id><published>2010-07-12T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:09:54.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The emptiness within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6923258452413622979?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6923258452413622979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Getting back in touch with reality</title><content type='html'>What if time stopped still for me at that exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;Am i the only one still standing at the same spot?&lt;br /&gt;Did i ever really moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all insignificant beings,&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;I feel trapped in this cycle called 'life'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1282664271272580047?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1282664271272580047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1282664271272580047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2850626231428126083?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2850626231428126083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2850626231428126083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2850626231428126083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2850626231428126083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-you-etched-your-existance-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-3988528083921583147</id><published>2010-07-08T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:37:14.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Like Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;A memory never to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3988528083921583147?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3988528083921583147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-173807806335290354?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/173807806335290354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=173807806335290354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/173807806335290354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/173807806335290354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-what-you-wore-on-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1930970078326401730</id><published>2010-06-29T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T03:05:24.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're told that there's a definite deadline to this relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Would you still continue on staying in this relationship,&lt;br /&gt;While knowing fully well that it will sums up to nothing in the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1930970078326401730?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1930970078326401730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1930970078326401730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1930970078326401730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1930970078326401730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-youre-told-that-theres-definite.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1186834129798880876</id><published>2010-06-29T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:45:17.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things can never be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;That is why,&lt;br /&gt;You don't overwrite it,&lt;br /&gt;You don't delete it,&lt;br /&gt;You leave it there by itself as it is.&lt;br /&gt;And never provoke it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1186834129798880876?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1186834129798880876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1186834129798880876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1186834129798880876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1186834129798880876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-things-can-never-be-replaced-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-5077972157523945055</id><published>2010-06-29T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:16:25.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work my way out of poverty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5077972157523945055?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5077972157523945055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5077972157523945055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5077972157523945055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5077972157523945055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-my-way-out-of-poverty.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1812187069590572203</id><published>2010-06-27T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:56:19.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to a long and healthy lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>1. Be emotionally detached to everything, even your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile when facing any kind of situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1812187069590572203?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1812187069590572203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1812187069590572203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1812187069590572203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1812187069590572203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/steps-to-long-and-healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Steps to a long and healthy lifestyle.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5367252095149741375</id><published>2010-06-27T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:07:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5367252095149741375?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5367252095149741375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep in the dark when all else is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;What is it that comes to your mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3212245496288877249?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3212245496288877249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3212245496288877249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3212245496288877249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3212245496288877249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-3592892874376049550</id><published>2010-06-22T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:39:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a paper cut on my finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3592892874376049550?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3592892874376049550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3592892874376049550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ride.&lt;br /&gt;Especially dead battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays,&lt;br /&gt;No much chance to ride bike too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-173455973874285463?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/173455973874285463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=173455973874285463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/173455973874285463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/173455973874285463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy days'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-834057189902765662</id><published>2010-06-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:01:31.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>若你听得见我的问候~&lt;br /&gt;我在你左右。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-834057189902765662?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/834057189902765662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=834057189902765662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/834057189902765662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/834057189902765662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1369281674752088582</id><published>2010-04-24T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:03:17.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can we pretend that airplanes&lt;br /&gt;In the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Are like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1369281674752088582?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1369281674752088582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1369281674752088582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1369281674752088582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1369281674752088582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8323384687657677283</id><published>2010-04-23T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:53:19.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.</title><content type='html'>Vulgar and Death gets you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;You had already been warned beforehand,&lt;br /&gt;Why the emo now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually just feeling moody these few days due to stress of school.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well,&lt;br /&gt;Since you opened your mouth to it,&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will last as long as you wanted it to,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you don't want it,&lt;br /&gt;It ends today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8323384687657677283?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8323384687657677283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8323384687657677283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8323384687657677283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8323384687657677283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-7949037167090003425</id><published>2010-04-22T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:48:23.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you dream of someone,&lt;br /&gt;Is the someone missing you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7949037167090003425?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7949037167090003425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7949037167090003425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7949037167090003425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7949037167090003425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-you-dream-of-someone-is-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5527776218090454539</id><published>2010-04-22T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:15:21.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Earth Day,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5527776218090454539?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5527776218090454539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5527776218090454539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5527776218090454539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5527776218090454539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-earth-day-i-dream-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-3558956323546765557</id><published>2010-04-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:51:28.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw an aftermath of a bike accident today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3558956323546765557?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3558956323546765557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3558956323546765557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3558956323546765557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3558956323546765557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-saw-aftermath-of-bike-accident-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-2115307514208943633</id><published>2010-04-13T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:36:42.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb, or just Plain Stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Didn't you notice it 's not caused of the bike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may have contributed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm sure it's not the main reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the main reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need a spoil brat to complain at me so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not as though I wanted all these to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;抱歉耽误到你用餐的时间。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2115307514208943633?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2115307514208943633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2115307514208943633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2115307514208943633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2115307514208943633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/dumb-or-just-plain-stupid.html' title='Dumb, or just Plain Stupid?'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-7805063259120851470</id><published>2010-04-08T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:14:55.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you handle a death?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7805063259120851470?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7805063259120851470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>无理取闹，&lt;div&gt;我不需要。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;要闹的话请找别人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3193764941277923316?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3193764941277923316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3193764941277923316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3193764941277923316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3193764941277923316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5559081557565734640</id><published>2010-04-06T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:19:54.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you forget the best you ever had?&lt;div&gt;Teach me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5559081557565734640?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5559081557565734640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-6946763840865825214</id><published>2010-04-06T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:17:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is absolutely no need for anyone to be perfect.&lt;div&gt;Everybody likes a perfect person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the important point is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the imperfections in the particular person which separates the special someone from everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the special someone would see the perfections in your imperfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6946763840865825214?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-501853298814330549</id><published>2010-04-06T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:08:13.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you share your friend with someone you detest?&lt;div&gt;I chose to give it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always am like this, always will be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things are better left unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-501853298814330549?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/501853298814330549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-2664645601422307732</id><published>2010-04-03T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:53:36.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be my little rock &amp;amp; roll queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2664645601422307732?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2664645601422307732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2664645601422307732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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BIKE?&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO MAINTAIN A BIKE?&lt;br /&gt;WHICH SHOP BEST FOR MAINTENANCE?&lt;br /&gt;INSURANCE...SO EX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now that i did some calculation,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that bike is actually quite expensive also.&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of bike I like in order of preference:&lt;br /&gt;Honda CBR 150&lt;br /&gt;Kawasaki KRR/Honda SP&lt;br /&gt;Honda Phantom TA 200/Yamaha RXZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and third place have ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike I want most is the most fuel efficient, 4stroke easy maintenance...&lt;br /&gt;And turns out to be the most expensive regarding machine price.&lt;br /&gt;Kawasaki KRR is a close second,&lt;br /&gt;If the insurance is reasonable enough, I might get it.&lt;br /&gt;SP is nice...but too old model.&lt;br /&gt;Phantom is twice the weight which I'm used to,&lt;br /&gt;RXZ is...well...it's an okay bike...nothing wrong with it except it's a naked bike. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take a look at bike shops soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-9183881276801581912?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/9183881276801581912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=9183881276801581912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/9183881276801581912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/9183881276801581912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-that-i-got-my-bike-license.html' title='Now that I got my bike license...'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8203468809613487519</id><published>2010-03-20T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:40:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore</title><content type='html'>The only exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8203468809613487519?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8203468809613487519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Abrupt reply, or a long pause reply which is not considered as a reply at all?</title><content type='html'>All these long pause in between replies,&lt;br /&gt;Give me the time needed to set my mind upon things,&lt;br /&gt;Without even needing to hear what you wanted to convey eventually.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how nice a sentence you can come up with,&lt;br /&gt;The time taken made the beautiful sentences meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6772471402823628382?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6772471402823628382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=6772471402823628382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6772471402823628382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6772471402823628382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/03/abrupt-reply-or-long-pause-reply-which.html' title='Abrupt reply, or a long pause reply which is not considered as a reply at all?'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-3270259669580028803</id><published>2010-03-17T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:52:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday, I will just disappear.</title><content type='html'>Your wish is granted,&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for losing a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3270259669580028803?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3270259669580028803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3270259669580028803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3270259669580028803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3270259669580028803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-wish-is-granted-in-exchange-for.html' title='Someday, I will just disappear.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-370189481351852763</id><published>2010-03-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:17:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a hero and you are my heroine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-370189481351852763?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-1009011671934966743</id><published>2010-03-06T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:35:13.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And would you save my soul, tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1009011671934966743?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1009011671934966743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1009011671934966743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-6675855154848556812</id><published>2010-02-25T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:45:14.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The heavens drop tears of sorrow whenever I dream of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6675855154848556812?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6675855154848556812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=6675855154848556812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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first person who made me think that christians are &lt;strike&gt;bad&lt;/strike&gt; rotten.&lt;br /&gt;Living in God's name doesn't necessary make you any more superior than other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't give you the right to ill treat anyone and not expect the same treatment back.&lt;br /&gt;If we're made from the image of God,&lt;br /&gt;What made you out to be so damaged?&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for God,&lt;br /&gt;To have black sheeps hidden among the flocks,&lt;br /&gt;Creating havoc and staining His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good will the prayers be if it's made from the black sheeps of the flock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4385153148084744440?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-2517175163275860032</id><published>2010-02-04T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:40:54.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hates Changes.</title><content type='html'>I can try to believe,&lt;br /&gt;I can try to trust.&lt;br /&gt;But when the facts don't tally,&lt;br /&gt;All else turns to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but we don't match up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2517175163275860032?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2517175163275860032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2517175163275860032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2517175163275860032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2517175163275860032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/02/hates-changes.html' title='Hates Changes.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;For this year,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get my class 2B license.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can psycho my mum to allow me to buy bike.&lt;br /&gt;Hope school goes well.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;Things to go smoothly between me and rainbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-6928725077869931348?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/6928725077869931348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=6928725077869931348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6928725077869931348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/6928725077869931348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1201206980152101379</id><published>2009-12-26T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:55:07.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Is it really such a good idea to brag to your boyfriend about you paying attention to other guys?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth it to be a company's dog?&lt;br /&gt;Always being around for their beck and call,&lt;br /&gt;Always being ready to protect someone's shoes which is of no relevance to you at all,&lt;br /&gt;At the expense of your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really such a good idea to make a promise which is based on a lie and holds no meaning for you,&lt;br /&gt;Using break up as the terms for breaking the promise,&lt;br /&gt;And then break the promise like nobody's business?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really such a good idea to spent 3 1/2 hrs,&lt;br /&gt;All the while thinking that I'll be free and around as and when as u like?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really am free and I did wait until the last possible second before leaving house,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really such a good idea to meet someone and yet not said anything at all during the period together?&lt;br /&gt;Spending the precious amount of time together to ask silly questions which is of no use.&lt;br /&gt;So what if I leave the train?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I take the same train as you?&lt;br /&gt;It that the reason you came over?&lt;br /&gt;It that the most important thing you wanna say or ask when you see me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really such a good idea to meet up with another guy during this tensed period of time?&lt;br /&gt;Other people can put aeroplane,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always not put my interest first and give it a thought before doing things?&lt;br /&gt;Party, celebrate, during this kind of time you have the mood to talk about those?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, but if you have, I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's it really such a good idea to always come up with an excuse to deflect my questionings?&lt;br /&gt;There are 24hrs in a day.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question needs so much time to think?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a good idea to say that working is to earn money for school fees,&lt;br /&gt;But you're already thinking of spending before pay comes?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday,&lt;br /&gt;With all the promises you made,&lt;br /&gt;All the things you said,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever remotely happened.&lt;br /&gt;I feet more lonely this holiday,&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need love,&lt;br /&gt;I need companionship.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need someone who is more faithful to work than to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying you can't be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying I don't need someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This christmas,&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten the gift of reality as a present from santa.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is ever 'suitable' for me,&lt;br /&gt;Reality proved perfect is impossible,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for someone perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Just someone,&lt;br /&gt;Suitable.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1201206980152101379?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1201206980152101379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1201206980152101379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1201206980152101379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1201206980152101379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-8162478185783204027</id><published>2009-12-26T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:10:56.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This holiday.</title><content type='html'>I didn't enjoyed this holiday at all.&lt;br /&gt;With all the going out,&lt;br /&gt;There's not really a good time to rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So...why then am I in one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8162478185783204027?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8162478185783204027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8162478185783204027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8162478185783204027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8162478185783204027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-holiday.html' title='This holiday.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5613733131598165323</id><published>2009-12-26T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:48:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When words turned on deaf ears,&lt;br /&gt;What's there to say anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's what you want,&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5613733131598165323?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5613733131598165323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5613733131598165323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5613733131598165323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5613733131598165323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-words-turned-on-deaf-ears-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5763156487427686196</id><published>2009-12-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:45:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Michael Watson, deceivee.blogspot says (12:15 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Merri kris masu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Michael loves me the most. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5763156487427686196?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5763156487427686196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5763156487427686196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5763156487427686196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5763156487427686196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-3607987743065524114</id><published>2009-12-24T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:22:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's why I hate holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3607987743065524114?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3607987743065524114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3607987743065524114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3607987743065524114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3607987743065524114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-why-i-hate-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-4549356484276589151</id><published>2009-12-19T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:52:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I so hard to comprehend?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;When I speak too much,&lt;br /&gt;Problems would arise.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I prefer to talk less.&lt;br /&gt;Less words, less conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do you explain an explaination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4549356484276589151?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4549356484276589151/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-8116757473748084325</id><published>2009-12-10T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:49:24.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS!!! YIPPIE~! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8116757473748084325?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8116757473748084325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8116757473748084325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8116757473748084325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8116757473748084325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-yippie-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-1506491450246318795</id><published>2009-12-08T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:18:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're no backup of mine or any kind.</title><content type='html'>You give yourself too little credits.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an expressive person when it comes to sensitive things,&lt;br /&gt;My words tend to be hurting.&lt;br /&gt;There is only so much I can show to let you know how important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;You need to have more faith in us,&lt;br /&gt;In me.&lt;br /&gt;Time would change things,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say how long it will take,&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later it will change things.&lt;br /&gt;Your love won't go to waste,&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1506491450246318795?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1506491450246318795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1506491450246318795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1506491450246318795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1506491450246318795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-no-backup-of-mine-or-any-kind.html' title='You&apos;re no backup of mine or any kind.'/><author><name>Vashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03060656654086140728</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-5272506900412931809.post-5859042100575506723</id><published>2009-11-30T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:12:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy one year anniversary~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5859042100575506723?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5859042100575506723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5859042100575506723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5859042100575506723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5859042100575506723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-one-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-76308934684139982</id><published>2009-11-22T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:12:00.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are some things which I can never forget.</title><content type='html'>I'm going on a downwards spiral.&lt;br /&gt;Being self destructive.&lt;br /&gt;Being consistantly haunted by my past,&lt;br /&gt;I loathe living every day into the future.&lt;br /&gt;Life just doesn't seem so colourful and eventful anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day.&lt;br /&gt;That faithful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many things that happened in the past...&lt;br /&gt;I became rather self centered.&lt;br /&gt;Never letting anyone getting close enough,&lt;br /&gt;Always being superficial.&lt;br /&gt;I need people to be around me,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like it when people are around me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of living my days like this...&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being stressed up over meaningless things like school.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of needing to listen when I wanted to be listened to.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the days where I used to laugh over sweet nothings?&lt;br /&gt;The days where things of the world is not a subject of topic when conversations is being held.&lt;br /&gt;The time spent is truely about the important things and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is not like a serial drama all the time you know. They always wait 10 years then meet each other again. What I think is, if you don't hold on to fate, I think it would just slipped away like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think I am the immature one all along,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew what I had,&lt;br /&gt;Never knew when to be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Always need but never gave.&lt;br /&gt;Always being upset all the time...&lt;br /&gt;But I realised along the way after it was too late that...&lt;br /&gt;What I'm upset about is what I liked most,&lt;br /&gt;The little things I don't like is what I missed most.&lt;br /&gt;I wished life was a serial drama.&lt;br /&gt;At least you get to replay the scenes and pause it anywhere you like.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather,&lt;br /&gt;You could rewrite the script to have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21years of living,&lt;br /&gt;3 years of LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;And an eternity of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;...How did things ever turned out to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;I live everyday wishing things were what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I hurt you with this post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person who holds onto the past dearly.&lt;br /&gt;If you really can't accept and live with my past,&lt;br /&gt;I can't live my future with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-76308934684139982?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/76308934684139982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=76308934684139982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/76308934684139982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/76308934684139982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-some-things-which-i-can-never.html' title='There are some things which I can never forget.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-9082652418141968091</id><published>2009-11-18T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:46:57.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you love someone who don't put you first?</title><content type='html'>A big round we went,&lt;br /&gt;Good to bad and bad to good.&lt;br /&gt;All things said and done.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing's for certain,&lt;br /&gt;I can never be first in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-9082652418141968091?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/9082652418141968091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=9082652418141968091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/9082652418141968091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/9082652418141968091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-do-you-love-someone-who-dont-put.html' title='How do you love someone who don&apos;t put you first?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-3756358067434552601</id><published>2009-11-12T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:18:12.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Straw.</title><content type='html'>I try to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe,&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure...&lt;br /&gt;I will never be first in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;So...Why bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3756358067434552601?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3756358067434552601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3756358067434552601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3756358067434552601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3756358067434552601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-straw.html' title='The Last Straw.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-8274980320962839219</id><published>2009-10-07T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:04:02.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Alone.</title><content type='html'>You have your priorities,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8274980320962839219?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/8274980320962839219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=8274980320962839219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8274980320962839219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/8274980320962839219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-alone.html' title='I AM Alone.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-7397385085577413006</id><published>2009-10-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:41:14.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to grasp the things which I always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7397385085577413006?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7397385085577413006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7397385085577413006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7397385085577413006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7397385085577413006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-to-grasp-things-which-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-7418776719250706881</id><published>2009-10-04T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:28:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You do fine when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You'll do well without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...Maybe even better.&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/5272506900412931809-7418776719250706881?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7418776719250706881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7418776719250706881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7418776719250706881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7418776719250706881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-do-fine-when-im-not-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-7361440044001066136</id><published>2009-10-04T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:26:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime when your status is offline when we chat,&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Am I also being tricked into thinking you're offline when in fact you just appeared to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No matter how much you try to escape or deny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The truth is that I'm just an unnecesary burden for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being together brings you more problems than happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True that not everyone is same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But therein also lies the term that there are some kind of differences which just don't go along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No matter how hard you try to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It just goes back to what it was from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like oil and water.&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/5272506900412931809-7361440044001066136?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/7361440044001066136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=7361440044001066136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7361440044001066136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/7361440044001066136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-when-your-status-is-offline.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-1757427183953347016</id><published>2009-09-24T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:26:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P-A-S-S-E-D-!</title><content type='html'>I PASS MY EXAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;...Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-1757427183953347016?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/1757427183953347016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=1757427183953347016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1757427183953347016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/1757427183953347016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/p-s-s-e-d.html' title='P-A-S-S-E-D-!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-4105493337665117943</id><published>2009-09-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:11:06.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on to my money~</title><content type='html'>After much research,&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to hold on to my money for awhile more.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that touch was originally built to have camera and the thing about problem appearing on the camera module last minute is true.&lt;br /&gt;The new touch even has a slot where the camera is rumoured to be.&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait awhile more.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until they implement camera,&lt;br /&gt;Activate 802.11n,&lt;br /&gt;FM radio,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe add a mic also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4105493337665117943?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4105493337665117943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4105493337665117943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4105493337665117943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4105493337665117943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/hold-on-to-my-money.html' title='Hold on to my money~'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-3153076652411357432</id><published>2009-09-10T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:53:57.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so cheated.</title><content type='html'>First things first,&lt;br /&gt;I hope apple crumbles into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;The highly anticipated Touch didn't live up to it's name.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the camera?&lt;br /&gt;Gone to nano.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just wait 1 more yr for the release of Iphone 3G SS or something.&lt;br /&gt;First time I'm following apple events so closely,&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it decides to disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;Apple can jolly well be a pear.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop,&lt;br /&gt;Lung failure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-3153076652411357432?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/3153076652411357432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=3153076652411357432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3153076652411357432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/3153076652411357432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-so-cheated.html' title='I feel so cheated.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-2962930950825316407</id><published>2009-09-09T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:37:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/9/09 10AM San Francisco, California!</title><content type='html'>Apple "It's only rock and roll" Event Coming Soon!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the unvealing of new Ipod Touch!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get it! @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-2962930950825316407?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/2962930950825316407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=2962930950825316407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2962930950825316407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/2962930950825316407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/9909-10am-san-francisco-california.html' title='9/9/09 10AM San Francisco, California!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-5824340371498329626</id><published>2009-09-08T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:54:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, things don't matter anymore if it needs to be said out clearly.</title><content type='html'>Can I see you?&lt;br /&gt;Can we meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do you wanna meet me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the choice of words are very crucial.&lt;br /&gt;The way a person use their words defines who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;The general aim of the sentences may be the same,&lt;br /&gt;But the tone differs greatly upon closer inspection.&lt;br /&gt;Put it simply,&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying "Hi", "Hello" and "Oi"&lt;br /&gt;Same same,&lt;br /&gt;But different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an extra curricular activity.&lt;br /&gt;Being slot into your free schedule as and when as you like.&lt;br /&gt;Humans MAKE TIME out for other humans,&lt;br /&gt;Show some basic respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;If studies is the reason for not meeting often,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Just know that for every moment and every second which you waste away by not studying,&lt;br /&gt;You're lying to me by giving studies as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;br /&gt;I won't really know if you're really revising all the time,&lt;br /&gt;But you will know.&lt;br /&gt;And for every second which you lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Is every reason for me to decide what I will decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride has blinded you of things around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-5824340371498329626?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/5824340371498329626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=5824340371498329626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5824340371498329626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/5824340371498329626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-things-dont-matter-anymore-if.html' title='Sometimes, things don&apos;t matter anymore if it needs to be said out clearly.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-4056754099207391863</id><published>2009-09-07T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:26:21.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker face.</title><content type='html'>The face you show from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;The face which I disliked.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the face of boredom,&lt;br /&gt;It's the face of pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4056754099207391863?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4056754099207391863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4056754099207391863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4056754099207391863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4056754099207391863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/poker-face.html' title='Poker face.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-4174549865570474167</id><published>2009-09-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:39:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 9 months already.&lt;br /&gt;Seems so short a period of time to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean it in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try to think back through the past 9 months,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find any significant event which happened between us.&lt;br /&gt;People get closer through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the lack of thick in the relationship which makes everything seems so...thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-4174549865570474167?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/feeds/4174549865570474167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272506900412931809&amp;postID=4174549865570474167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4174549865570474167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272506900412931809/posts/default/4174549865570474167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vashie.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-9-months-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5272506900412931809.post-8729718583359059809</id><published>2009-09-05T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:15:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicked blogger, unable to load completely.</title><content type='html'>Well...I'm going to make a list of upcoming albums so I can keep track and hopfully not forget about any new releases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fine Frenzy: Bomb in a Birdcage (8th September, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Muse: The Resistance (15th September 2009)&lt;br /&gt;OneRepublic: Waking Up (Early September 2009)&lt;br /&gt;MIKA: The Boy Who Knew Too Much (21 September, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Paramore: Brand New Eyes (29th September 2009)&lt;br /&gt;The Bravery: Slow Poison (November 2009)&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five: TBA (Fall 2009)&lt;br /&gt;78violet: 78violet (Fall 2009)&lt;br /&gt;We the Kings: Heaven Can Wait (TBA 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Augustana: TBA (TBA Late 2009)&lt;br /&gt;Angels &amp; Airwaves: Love (February 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park: TBA (TBA 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...seems like nothing much after some time of searching around. &lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-8729718583359059809?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272506900412931809.post-7248734409667742516</id><published>2009-09-04T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:36:18.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes are precious.</title><content type='html'>Weird...blogger seems on and off recently, &lt;br /&gt;their pages don't load completely.&lt;br /&gt;Well...I promised myself and someone that when holidays arrive, &lt;br /&gt;it's time for a new layout and start posting again, &lt;br /&gt;so here I am~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays just started this tuesday, &lt;br /&gt;although I got a feeling that it started during examinations period. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to Singapore National Eye Centre to get an assessment for my eye to do Lasik.&lt;br /&gt;Just for those of you who don't know what Lasik is,&lt;br /&gt;It's an operation on the eye with laser which allows the correction of the eye to correct the vision~&lt;br /&gt;Well...when I walked into SingLasik,&lt;br /&gt;I realised bookings have to be done online prior to coming.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, they service walk-in customers too~&lt;br /&gt;I registered myself with a Senior Consultant for the operation,&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceed with the eyes assessments.&lt;br /&gt;Their service was of a high standard and you're being told what is going on every step of they way.&lt;br /&gt;After a short session of Q&amp;A about me (Medical history blah blah...),&lt;br /&gt;They told me the assessments need around 4 hours to complete. (OMG SO LONG I DIDN'T KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;First, I was led into a room with 2...should I say doctor or assistant...&lt;br /&gt;They're not wearing nurses uniform,&lt;br /&gt;So I think they should be assistant,&lt;br /&gt;Don't look old enough to be doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is students on Internship.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first test was to look into the light at the center of all those hypnotic black and white circles.&lt;br /&gt;"blink, don't blink, blink" I was told. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Right eye was fine,&lt;br /&gt;Left eye took some time to get an accurate measurement,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;I was led upstairs into the clinic for more tests.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to see that so many people have eye problems,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so many people have problems with their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;After waiting awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I was called into a room with various eye devices.&lt;br /&gt;Eye torture devices!&lt;br /&gt;They have weird stuff in the room,&lt;br /&gt;One of which is intent to shoot a burst of air at your eye!&lt;br /&gt;After that I waited awhile before going into another room.&lt;br /&gt;This time it's the room where you go when you make spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;Wear the silly spectacles with loads of lenses to read the words on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also this word reading test with my spectacles on and off.&lt;br /&gt;I told the nurse I can see nothing when I took my spectacles off. =/&lt;br /&gt;Then finally I get to see the doctor I was assigned to for my operation.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I knew about blade/bladeless Lasik,&lt;br /&gt;I told her I know and she said I must have read up a lot about lasik.&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me which one I prefer,&lt;br /&gt;I told her I haven't made up my mind yet,&lt;br /&gt;So she said at the end of the day she'll ask me again.&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I have any questions "Edwin, do you have any question you wanna ask me?" before I leave the room,&lt;br /&gt;I told her no and left the room~&lt;br /&gt;I was then administered a stinging eye drop 3 times every 15 mins interval.&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was nothing besides the few seconds of stinging,&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I can't see anything near when I wear my spectacles,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blurry at close range when I wore my spectacles!&lt;br /&gt;And I start to develop a headache due to the eyedrop.&lt;br /&gt;After that I was called into the word reading test room again.&lt;br /&gt;They expect me to see the words on the wall after the eye drop. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to see my doctor after the test and she ask which one I prefer.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for the bladeless one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Blade is cutting of the flap using a device called Microkeratome,&lt;br /&gt;Bladeless is cutting the flap using laser.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, both is not much different,&lt;br /&gt;But the laser one have more precision for the additional price of $220 per eye.&lt;br /&gt;I was also asked if I wanted to do one eye at a time or both eyes together.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised they allow the operation of 2 eye at the same day as it was not avaliable before,&lt;br /&gt;So I asked for 2 eyes~&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I have any question again and I said no. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceed down to 1st level to schedule a date for the operation.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, Payment time!&lt;br /&gt;The pre-consultant evaluation test, PRK/Lasik Assessment and SNR CONS costs a total of $176.55~&lt;br /&gt;Payment by credit card,&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time signing the receipt as I can't see clearly due to the eye drop!&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to book my operation.&lt;br /&gt;My doctor will be on leave next week, &lt;br /&gt;And the week after that she's fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;So around 25th then she'll be avaliable.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad as I need to wait so long.&lt;br /&gt;But then the scheduler told me she's free on thursday!(Directly next day!)&lt;br /&gt;So I just booked the thursday slot. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;More forms to sign and more troubles seeing clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Went home on a cab after that.&lt;br /&gt;The eye drop made my vision blur, have headache and feeling nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap after reaching home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day!&lt;br /&gt;It was the day of the operation~&lt;br /&gt;My mum took urgent leave as she can't bear to let me go alone.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;PAYMENT TIME! Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;I paid $3000 using credit card and the remaining $361 using NETS.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 1 hr to get a test before going to the actual operation.&lt;br /&gt;This time I had to stare at the red light in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;And if I see any light blink around my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Must click on the clicker once.&lt;br /&gt;It was really tricky as the blinking lights is faint and the noise from the machine will trick your mind to think that there is light blinking.&lt;br /&gt;After that tricky test,&lt;br /&gt;It was off to operation!&lt;br /&gt;I was called into the operating theatre to prepare for the operation,&lt;br /&gt;My mum had to wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;In the room there is a row of locker for me to put my things inside.&lt;br /&gt;After putting all my belonging in the locker,&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to sit down and wait awhile.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse then talk me through the procedures and help me put on protective hair cap, gown, and shoe covers.&lt;br /&gt;Then she proceed to apply anesthetic eyedrops to my eye and clean the area of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was then asked to enter the first laser room.&lt;br /&gt;In this room was the bladeless machine which cuts a flap of your eye open for the actual correction.&lt;br /&gt;My doctor was already in the room and she greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;She would tell me what she'll be doing next so as to not surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;She covered my left eye, &lt;br /&gt;Administered some eyedrops into my right eye,&lt;br /&gt;And then she use a contraption which hook onto the eye lid and the lower lid to keep your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that was scary,&lt;br /&gt;More scary stuff is coming up next.&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered why during eye check up,&lt;br /&gt;They always shine bright lights into your eyes and expect you to keep your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me to stare into the green light of the machine.&lt;br /&gt;The machine then lowered down till it touched my eye,&lt;br /&gt;Then a suction is activated to keep my eyeball in place.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the suction is scary,&lt;br /&gt;The whole operation was more scarier than Saw movies!&lt;br /&gt;Then the laser proceed to cut a flap out of your eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;While cutting,&lt;br /&gt;The green light which I was staring at slowly fade away and everything became blur.&lt;br /&gt;That was when I began to be scared that the operation might go wrong and I will become blind!&lt;br /&gt;Being blind is scary,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you'll be going blind is scarier! lolx!&lt;br /&gt;After cutting the flap,&lt;br /&gt;The machine released the suction and move away from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still blur.&lt;br /&gt;When I think the worst is over,&lt;br /&gt;There is still the left eye!&lt;br /&gt;My god, the whole procedure all over again!&lt;br /&gt;Left eye was definately more horrible experience.&lt;br /&gt;While cutting the flap,&lt;br /&gt;The machine actually jerked by itself!&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and jerk along with the machine...lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was lead out of the room to rest awhile on the chair while they prepare the next room.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing blur is scary.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there is an open flap in your eye makes me scared that I'll mess up just by blinking. =/&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I was called into the other laser room.&lt;br /&gt;This time I was scared till I tremble at the table.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold onto the table to stable myself.&lt;br /&gt;Right eye first again~&lt;br /&gt;The doctor drip something on my eye again,&lt;br /&gt;Use the hook to keep my eyes open again,&lt;br /&gt;Then proceed to use some clippers or something to lift the flap up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking straight but my vision will move around by itself while the doctor tries to lift the flap.&lt;br /&gt;Then I need to stare at the red light while the green laser works it's magic.&lt;br /&gt;While the laser is correcting the eye,&lt;br /&gt;There is this sick, disgusting burnt smell coming out from the eye!&lt;br /&gt;It's scary thinking that my eyes are being burnt. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;After the laser, &lt;br /&gt;She closed the flap and used some sort of glue or something to glue back the flap.&lt;br /&gt;Again, Right eye is still the better luck eye.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor have a hard time removing the flap of my left eye.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe caused of the machine jerking just now.&lt;br /&gt;Left eye gone through the procedure,&lt;br /&gt;But when closing the flap,&lt;br /&gt;It didn't go back into position perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;My left eye is total blur and when I blink I can feel the flap,&lt;br /&gt;Like contact lense blocking your eye lid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went into an examination room where she checked my eye.&lt;br /&gt;When she look at my left eye,&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to look towards the device, &lt;br /&gt;But I can't see!&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile of figuring around,&lt;br /&gt;she notice the problem and brought me back into the operation room to re-adjust the flap.&lt;br /&gt;After the re-adjustments,&lt;br /&gt;I can see fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the operation, I was being informed about the medications and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was extra bright and there is halo all around places with lights.&lt;br /&gt;I need to wear the shades provided as everything is too bright for me.&lt;br /&gt;The first hour post op was okay,&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Until the anestetic wore off,&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin to feel the full force of the operation.&lt;br /&gt;I was tearing and have running nose nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were so pain I can't even open them.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible for the 5 hours,&lt;br /&gt;After that the pain subsided and I felt a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep with the shades on to prevent myself from poking my eyes during sleep. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went back to have a check up.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says I have 6/6 vision~&lt;br /&gt;Eyesight will still improve overtime.&lt;br /&gt;Before I left the room,&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I have any question anot,&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "Edwin, you always have nothing to ask me about."&lt;br /&gt;Lolx...I don't like to trouble ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...During operation she keep asking for my acknowledgement before proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to nodding or shaking head while answering strangers,&lt;br /&gt;So tempted to move my head during operation...lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, although it's not their fault and they provide excellent service,&lt;br /&gt;This is considered the most horrible experience I ever had in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realised that eyes are very important to me and I must cherish it well~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272506900412931809-7248734409667742516?l=vashie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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