<?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-11234204</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:44:01.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of your life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11234204.post-2984109069653886413</id><published>2007-07-29T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:18:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing</title><content type='html'>Can you see&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m out here&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;Of the jet black hotel mirror&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so weak&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard understanding&lt;br /&gt;I’m incomplete&lt;br /&gt;And all their souls are burning&lt;br /&gt;I get weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-2984109069653886413?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/2984109069653886413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=2984109069653886413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/2984109069653886413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/2984109069653886413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/07/failing.html' title='Failing'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-1748695624684460364</id><published>2007-06-10T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:53:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Breaking Benjamin - Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a photograph, it'll be the last&lt;br /&gt;not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a past i just have a chance&lt;br /&gt;not a family or honest plea remains to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain rain go away come again another day&lt;br /&gt;all the world is waiting for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the day when the rain stops and the sun shines through again....Right now I'm just feeling empty. On a brighter note, my mahjong luck seems to be improving HA. Evadene...someday again, hun's house...lol. Till then, its back to camp. Addios all you lucky kids out there. Count down - one year a few more months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-1748695624684460364?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/1748695624684460364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=1748695624684460364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1748695624684460364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1748695624684460364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-7741692024097944112</id><published>2007-04-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:04:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were young</title><content type='html'>Back to the days when things work out fine&lt;br /&gt;Once too naive, now just experienced&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've seen enough of this world&lt;br /&gt;I just need once chance to turn the clock back&lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-7741692024097944112?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/7741692024097944112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=7741692024097944112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7741692024097944112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7741692024097944112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-we-were-young.html' title='When we were young'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-1556787476057972051</id><published>2007-03-04T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:48:21.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Where to go from here now..=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-1556787476057972051?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/1556787476057972051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=1556787476057972051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1556787476057972051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1556787476057972051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-4034018927707496543</id><published>2007-02-25T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:31:02.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It's raining, the path ahead, muddy.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly moving on, watching puddles form&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows, the air chills&lt;br /&gt;Darken skies lit the path tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, apparently. I'm waiting, for doom or not, I'm not sure. Just hope that the bottles still half full and not half empty. Optimism is the only hope I have right now. Just so tired, and damn I'm heading back to that frigging small island again....tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I put myself to sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-4034018927707496543?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/4034018927707496543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=4034018927707496543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4034018927707496543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4034018927707496543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/02/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-1094295670218668222</id><published>2007-02-20T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:36:51.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One boy one girl</title><content type='html'>Festive season over, time to head back to that small lil island. Back to the land of rank and social order. 3 weeks and counting, sometimes the wait just gets too long. Where did the years go? I wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-1094295670218668222?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/1094295670218668222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=1094295670218668222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1094295670218668222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/1094295670218668222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-boy-one-girl.html' title='One boy one girl'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-4126602561681210099</id><published>2007-02-04T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:02:45.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enoughand it used to feel like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt so bad sometimes not having you here...&lt;br /&gt;I sing,"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss youI can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-4126602561681210099?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/4126602561681210099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=4126602561681210099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4126602561681210099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4126602561681210099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/02/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-4269374171730736627</id><published>2007-01-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:54:17.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>Everytime I look into the sky, I see the stars&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll think of you, and how I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Your smile your hugs your kisses&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll read this soon someday, so just gonna say I love you so today before I'm gone for the six days&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting down as usual, and I'm already missing you every minute every moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-4269374171730736627?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/4269374171730736627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=4269374171730736627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4269374171730736627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4269374171730736627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-7746549375881097732</id><published>2007-01-11T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:15:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last dance</title><content type='html'>And now I leave one path, unto another. I hope times will always stay the same, be as good as it was. My life, my journey, couldnt have been this way without all you people. Friends and family. Really...it's been a good one. And to you my special one, take good care and I'll be missing you alot more than you know. Cheerios, the green men are calling, ciaos people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-7746549375881097732?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/7746549375881097732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=7746549375881097732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7746549375881097732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7746549375881097732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-last-dance.html' title='One last dance'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-4504000266526630618</id><published>2007-01-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:44:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;And I see our stars is fading&lt;br /&gt;One too many times&lt;br /&gt;Guess it just got tired of waiting around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning a new start...by take that&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-4504000266526630618?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/4504000266526630618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=4504000266526630618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4504000266526630618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4504000266526630618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-youre-so-far-away-and-i-see-our.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-6069212971549057628</id><published>2007-01-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:04:03.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey julia</title><content type='html'>Are you free tommorow?The day after that perhaps?Or maybe this coming weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, i've got things on already, friends and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so i guess my time is not worth the things you already have on, not  worth the sacrifice?Your friends take precedence over me, I guess I'll still be free after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were never really there when I needed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-6069212971549057628?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/6069212971549057628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=6069212971549057628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/6069212971549057628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/6069212971549057628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-julia.html' title='Hey julia'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-4365679405359079254</id><published>2007-01-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:15:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen</title><content type='html'>I can see through those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;All the lies and sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You've never been here&lt;br /&gt;Only a ghost, a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Such a fool I was to believe&lt;br /&gt;That you were always never here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-4365679405359079254?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/4365679405359079254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=4365679405359079254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4365679405359079254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/4365679405359079254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/seen.html' title='Seen'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-7236643007823056606</id><published>2007-01-01T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:14:20.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh beginning</title><content type='html'>I could use a fresh beginning too, let go of the anger and sorrows of the past and start afresh on a new one. Do not let spite take over you, for it'll only blind you from the truth. New year resolutions, be more patient, understanding, enduring and to be happy go lucky. So I leave a tiring year behind and I sought out for more ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-7236643007823056606?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/7236643007823056606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=7236643007823056606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7236643007823056606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7236643007823056606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2007/01/fresh-beginning.html' title='A fresh beginning'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-3298884094376853558</id><published>2006-12-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:43:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death cab</title><content type='html'>Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm,&lt;br /&gt;And all I find are souvenirs from better times.&lt;br /&gt;Before the gleam of your taillights fading east,&lt;br /&gt;To find yourself a better life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-3298884094376853558?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/3298884094376853558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=3298884094376853558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/3298884094376853558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/3298884094376853558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-cab.html' title='death cab'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-2942374680165483716</id><published>2006-12-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:18:40.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth</title><content type='html'>you can actually obtain water from stone.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple, you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much sense here but if you look at it in my perspective, it makes sense indeed. Afterall, "you can't" is an answer too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, the nights makes me wonder too much. I don't want a path that has uncertainity. I don't want a path that ends before it even starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-2942374680165483716?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/2942374680165483716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=2942374680165483716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/2942374680165483716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/2942374680165483716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth.html' title='truth'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-3371028274513780303</id><published>2006-12-24T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:21:03.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;    It's been a while, since I've had feelings like that. Not too long ago, it was christmas. I remember the festive decorations and the mood in the air. It was cheery, one which induced you to break out into a wide smile and makes you feel that life is so good. Friends, I remember each one of them as they handed out they're presents, or goodwishes for poor blokes like me. Indeed, it was a moment to think about, to forever store in the depths of our brains capacity, sealed with a golden lock. A treasure, always.&lt;br /&gt;    And I had always believe, in a friendship, no thanks is ever needed, much less to say for relationships. It is much more deeper than that, much more profound. It's like how I look at you and we both understand each one's thoughts. Perhaps that night, it might have been too harsh and for that I would say sorry. But don't misunderstand what I say to be that I'm not by you, it's rather a more of trying to make you realise or understand perhaps?What ever it is, i'm still there behind your back, for you, for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Also, another conversation I've had. "&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we are just living a memory&lt;/em&gt;". That all we hope for and want, is based on what we've had before. When change comes, we're not prepared to let go of these memories and embrace new ones. There are many kind of changes. For the good, the better and the worse. I've seen many, I've been through many, and I walk out a little more learned, a little more smarter, a little more cautious. But still the day would always come when I'll think back and say "what if..". I know miracles rarely happen, but I still hope. Cause without hope, there can be nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    I know naught what i'm feeling. Is this merely another change in life, or is it something else?Books don't teach me solutions to this. I'm a blind man walking on the tight rope above the ground. The tension,excitment and danger of what lays ahead drowns me. I don't want to take another step forward, I might fall. But reality draws me closer and closer to the rope. I'm eager to find out the outcome, but I fear the consequences. Every action has a reaction that leads to another action. Like a nuclear fusion reaction, sometimes it can go out of control and the damage is devastating. The horror? You ain't seen none of it yet. You're still a child in this world of hunters and beast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Last christmas, I still recall. So many things, feelings, senses. This year, it has changed. Morph once again into another something. A different memory. I'm walking a path laid with memories, neatly placed along the sides as i saunter down the road. But the further I go, the heavier my footsteps go. Like lead, suddenly the burden becomes so heavy. I take a look around again, and i realise I no longer recognise where I am. On this path of mine, I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;    Slowly by slowly, I took the memories I knew and try to reconstruct at least a familiar road. Laying it out, relishing what's left of it. I'm living my life on memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And I hope I get drunk on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-3371028274513780303?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/3371028274513780303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=3371028274513780303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/3371028274513780303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/3371028274513780303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-7430234772537719749</id><published>2006-12-20T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:05:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jet</title><content type='html'>She's a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;In my shaking hands&lt;br /&gt;Am I in hell, or the promised land, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;She knows nothin' is wrong&lt;br /&gt;She goes down, like a setting sun, ow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put your money where your mouth is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-7430234772537719749?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/7430234772537719749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=7430234772537719749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7430234772537719749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7430234772537719749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/jet.html' title='jet'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-7942655197274035761</id><published>2006-12-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:18:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things we never did</title><content type='html'>You and me&lt;br /&gt;We sit and talk of friendship then I ask&lt;br /&gt;If you can see&lt;br /&gt;If we could be together, forever&lt;br /&gt;I see the light die in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're scared you'll hurt&lt;br /&gt;So you don't want to try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-7942655197274035761?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/7942655197274035761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=7942655197274035761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7942655197274035761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/7942655197274035761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-we-never-did.html' title='the things we never did'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-8757745166051640174</id><published>2006-12-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:13:26.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love and hate collide</title><content type='html'>Got the time, got a chance, gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;Got my hands on your heart gonna take it&lt;br /&gt;All I know I can't fight this way&lt;br /&gt;You could have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;If you would only change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm crazy about you baby time after time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-8757745166051640174?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/8757745166051640174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=8757745166051640174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/8757745166051640174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/8757745166051640174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-love-and-hate-collide.html' title='When love and hate collide'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116515553493552615</id><published>2006-12-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:33:54.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="446" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/decemberain/prom062smallersize.jpg" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another two years over, what more can I say heh...Prom king on the right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116515553493552615?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116515553493552615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116515553493552615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116515553493552615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116515553493552615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/12/grad-night.html' title='Grad night'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116421836889693286</id><published>2006-11-23T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:59:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after sin</title><content type='html'>After sin, there's life&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning to all&lt;br /&gt;A new cycle&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm back onto this path&lt;br /&gt;Only this time&lt;br /&gt;Wiser, smarter, and patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116421836889693286?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116421836889693286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116421836889693286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116421836889693286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116421836889693286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-sin.html' title='after sin'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116342892551141203</id><published>2006-11-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:42:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sin</title><content type='html'>Hey I say&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead take a taste&lt;br /&gt;What else could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;This is life&lt;br /&gt;One chance, enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Everyone indulges in me&lt;br /&gt;They all love me&lt;br /&gt;I am immortal for I shall not die&lt;br /&gt;As long as humanity stays&lt;br /&gt;So shall I&lt;br /&gt;I am the world&lt;br /&gt;No one can resist me&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?I am Sin&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta love me&lt;br /&gt;The price for me is your soul I shall consume&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?I am your Sin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116342892551141203?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116342892551141203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116342892551141203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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crying just like me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116309501412247443?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116309501412247443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116309501412247443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116309501412247443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116309501412247443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/11/gates.html' 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When things you wanna say can and will be turned against you, but yet, you just cant help the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;    A fairy tale. I'm tired, it's time I should take a break. Be happy. After all, happiness is subjective aint it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116290782110282167?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116290782110282167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116290782110282167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116290782110282167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116290782110282167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-words-dont-come-out.html' title='when the words don&apos;t come out'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116281320113637921</id><published>2006-11-06T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:17:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all the same</title><content type='html'>Give me back my point of view&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe all we need is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just food for thought, when you give so much to a point that one day, you realise you've nothing more to give, what, will you do then?I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116281320113637921?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116281320113637921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116281320113637921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116281320113637921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116281320113637921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-all-same.html' title='its all the same'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116222014533238843</id><published>2006-10-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:55:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eidolon</title><content type='html'>On a stage, the world his own to make&lt;br /&gt;A mask in front a fortress behind&lt;br /&gt;To entertain, with a dance and a play&lt;br /&gt;With a mask he hides all emotions&lt;br /&gt;Walls of steel he made, a fortress so strong&lt;br /&gt;Should ever the mask fail, will the fortress come&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, critics all here for the same reason&lt;br /&gt;Never will they understand the emotions so real&lt;br /&gt;But did he not know, that even fortresses can fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See right through those lying eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116222014533238843?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116222014533238843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116222014533238843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116222014533238843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116222014533238843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/10/eidolon.html' title='Eidolon'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116187815318199018</id><published>2006-10-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:55:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd say otherwise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason you never cross my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is because you're always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason why I don't like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is because I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason I don't want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is because I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason I wouldn't cry if you left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is because I would die if you left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason I wouldn't live for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is because I would die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason why I'm not willing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything foryou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is because I would do everything for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason I chose my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is because YOU ARE MY LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116187815318199018?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116187815318199018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116187815318199018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116187815318199018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116187815318199018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-say-otherwise.html' title='i&apos;d say otherwise'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116135064648554472</id><published>2006-10-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:24:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed of roses</title><content type='html'>Love’s the funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And an ode for cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Where angels cry blood&lt;br /&gt;On flowers of evil in bloom&lt;br /&gt;The funeral of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And a plea for mercy&lt;br /&gt;When love is a gun&lt;br /&gt;Separating me from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116135064648554472?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116135064648554472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116135064648554472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116135064648554472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116135064648554472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/10/bed-of-roses.html' title='Bed of roses'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116117575666194875</id><published>2006-10-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:49:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did i go wrong?</title><content type='html'>Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost, on this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Where do I turn?&lt;br /&gt;To whom shall I seek shelter&lt;br /&gt;To cover me from the storm&lt;br /&gt;Run, is all I am doing&lt;br /&gt;Admist the confusion and craze&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Me come to Me&lt;br /&gt;I am here always&lt;br /&gt;With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;I shall shelter you&lt;br /&gt;From the wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;When you tire I shall be your strength&lt;br /&gt;Admist the confusion and craze&lt;br /&gt;I am here....always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116117575666194875?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116117575666194875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116117575666194875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116117575666194875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116117575666194875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-did-i-go-wrong.html' title='Where did i go wrong?'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-116066469689169756</id><published>2006-10-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:51:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of your life</title><content type='html'>18 years and still going, what more can i say. Once again it's back to the cross roads. Friends and mates all depart to make way for new ones. As we turn around and look back and smile at the memories that we have, thats what will last. The laughter the joy the fun the sadness the scoldings and most of all, the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;    They say to write something nice, but I cant because words cant describe a friendship, only feelings can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-116066469689169756?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/116066469689169756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=116066469689169756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116066469689169756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/116066469689169756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-of-your-life.html' title='Time of your life'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115919179936934338</id><published>2006-09-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:45:16.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long journey into the night</title><content type='html'>as it is, i will always be a stranger who never really feels at home, who does not really want is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a phantom within the silhouette, far from all that was once were, time has done its toll , like a stranger he's so familiar, yet his shadow i could never grasp, a little here a little there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming, not keeping lookout, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together. then the moment of ecstatic freedom came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....like a saint's vision of beatitude. like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. for a second there is meaning! then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115919179936934338?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115919179936934338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115919179936934338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115919179936934338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115919179936934338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-journey-into-night.html' title='long journey into the night'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115823903192213016</id><published>2006-09-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:03:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my shoulders are heavy, i can't take the weight which seems to increase with each and every step. Where were the days when everything was so much better?Where have they ran to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never before have I seen you look so blue&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a cure and nothing comforts you&lt;br /&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't shine at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime you cry&lt;br /&gt;Save up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;I will be your rainbow&lt;br /&gt;When they disappear&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;'Til you smile again&lt;br /&gt;I will be the laughter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115823903192213016?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115823903192213016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115823903192213016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115823903192213016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115823903192213016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-shoulders-are-heavy-i-cant-take.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115781840616837871</id><published>2006-09-10T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:13:26.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like water like stone</title><content type='html'>I wish I could carry your smile in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For times when my life seems so low&lt;br /&gt;It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring&lt;br /&gt;When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And what would you say if I called on you now&lt;br /&gt;And said that I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way, it gets harder each day&lt;br /&gt;Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115781840616837871?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115781840616837871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115781840616837871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115781840616837871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115781840616837871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-water-like-stone.html' title='like water like stone'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115773901090254495</id><published>2006-09-09T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:10:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aint it funny the way the mind works. contadiction. I need a break from all this shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115773901090254495?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115773901090254495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115773901090254495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115773901090254495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115773901090254495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/09/aint-it-funny-way-mind-works.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115737364993682159</id><published>2006-09-04T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:19:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the beginning</title><content type='html'>And life is a road&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna to keep going&lt;br /&gt;love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;life is a road&lt;br /&gt;now and forever&lt;br /&gt;wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;in the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember the first time we met?&lt;br /&gt;When we were all strangers in class&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the fun we shared?&lt;br /&gt;When we all became friends&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the bonds we've had?&lt;br /&gt;When we knew each other closer&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a boat, im slowly drifting&lt;br /&gt;My cries go unnoticed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115737364993682159?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115737364993682159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115737364993682159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115737364993682159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115737364993682159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-beginning.html' title='At the beginning'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115643429495929786</id><published>2006-08-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:44:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time not so long ago, there lived a little boy. With hopes and dreams he entered the world, with friends all around. Just like a little boy, he had dreams and hopes. At first he thought he could change the world. Let them change so he thought.&lt;br /&gt;    As he grew older and wiser, he knew now that he couldn't change the world. For to the world, he was just another inhabitant, small and insignificant. It's alright he said to himself, I'll change those around me.&lt;br /&gt;    Years went by and wiser still he grew. As he watched the world change, as sure as night comes with day, he knew he had failed. He couldnt change them at all. Sadly he watched his friends change a little more each day, one by one. Each venturing on their own paths. Separation, through distance and people. And so he learnt that the only change he could ever bring about was to change himself.&lt;br /&gt;    Not so long a time ago, everything seemed so perfect. When friendships were forged that seemed unbreakable. Now with the errosion of the winds of time, the chains of friendship are starting to rust. How this little boy wished he had taken better care, as he watches on helplessly, watching the chains fade to dust.&lt;br /&gt;    To turn back time, just once, if only. Silence he kept as he watched the world unfold around him. Even as he watched on, he knew that he was a little boy no more, even he had changed for better or worse. Yet that little boy so young and naive still lived within, one day perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;And time will turn to grey&lt;br /&gt;And time will be the one who holds you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could take a step back to see the distance, what if that little boy could change no more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115643429495929786?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115643429495929786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115643429495929786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115643429495929786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115643429495929786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115616900524155699</id><published>2006-08-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:03:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be dead</title><content type='html'>Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what happened and you never will&lt;br /&gt;If you don't listen to me while I talk to the wall&lt;br /&gt;This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall&lt;br /&gt;Where you've had me for hours til i'm sure what I want&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' I want the same thing that I wanted before&lt;br /&gt;So sweetheart tell me what's up, I won't stop. No way. &lt;br /&gt; Please keep your hands down and stop raising your voice&lt;br /&gt;It's hardly what i'd be doing if you gave me a choice&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple suggestion, can you give me some time?&lt;br /&gt;So just say yes or no, why can't you shoulder the blame?&lt;br /&gt;Cos' both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both&lt;br /&gt;You're a big boy now so let's not talk about growth&lt;br /&gt;You've not heard a single word I have said. Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please take it easy, it can't all be my fault&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me explain something, it's all down to drugs&lt;br /&gt;At least I remember taking them and not a lot else&lt;br /&gt;It seems i've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again&lt;br /&gt;But if the ecstacy's in the wit is definately out&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115616900524155699?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115616900524155699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115616900524155699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115616900524155699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115616900524155699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-be-dead.html' title='how to be dead'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115564338071629233</id><published>2006-08-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:03:00.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a gemini</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gemini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turn ons &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Gemini is a highly intellectual and versatile person. If you have a Geminipartner you have to match your wits with his wits to keep the zing in therelation. They want to be mentally stimulated so you have to be good inconversing. Your sense of humor will get you a permanent residence place in theheart of a Gemini. Be more communicative with them and if you are good in thisthen you will never know how hours pass by with you holding each other`s hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turn offs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Gemini`s like to do many things at the same time so if unfortunately you are thetypes who is looking for stability you may get disappointed. Do not hold back aGemini or you may lose him, as they are restless and need change in lifeconstantly. You should try to adopt yourself with the ever-changing Gemini.Orthodox or conservative old fashion ideas are no-no in their dictionary. Changewith the ever-changing Gemini and do not flow against the current. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok might sound general but this seems to say alot..lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115564338071629233?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115564338071629233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115564338071629233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115564338071629233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115564338071629233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are sailing, we are sailing&lt;br /&gt;Home again 'cross the sea&lt;br /&gt;We are sailing stormy waters&lt;br /&gt;To be near you, to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115547403878588011?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115547403878588011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115547403878588011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115547403878588011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115547403878588011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/08/sailing-life-away.html' title='sailing life away'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115505344596046808</id><published>2006-08-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:10:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The poet</title><content type='html'>Out of space&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115505344596046808?l=decemberain.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-11234204.post-115418112359468213</id><published>2006-07-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:52:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chemical romance</title><content type='html'>I wish, for once to hear a praise&lt;br /&gt;Not to be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;I wish, for once to feel the warmth of a home&lt;br /&gt;Not just a house to live&lt;br /&gt;I wish, for once you would be proud&lt;br /&gt;Not a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;I wish, that maybe things were different&lt;br /&gt;I wish, that maybe I could just be a little smarter&lt;br /&gt;How I wish.&lt;br /&gt;But wishes don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a fool to believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115418112359468213?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115418112359468213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115418112359468213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115418112359468213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115418112359468213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-chemical-romance.html' title='My chemical romance'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115297009472526079</id><published>2006-07-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:28:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>You can kill a man with guns, knives and many other weapons. But the only way to kill his heart is with words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115297009472526079?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115297009472526079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115297009472526079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115297009472526079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115297009472526079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115245850113671508</id><published>2006-07-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:21:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who wont be taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dyin'&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that my soul will never learn to soar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115245850113671508?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115245850113671508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115245850113671508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115245850113671508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115245850113671508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-heart-afraid-of-breaking-that.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115097681435681677</id><published>2006-06-22T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:49:01.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Staring at the carnage,&lt;br /&gt;praying that the sun will never rise.&lt;br /&gt; Living another day in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;These feelings cant be right,&lt;br /&gt;lend me your courage to stand up and fight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no fun but I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Far from home and I'm fighting your war.&lt;br /&gt;(Not the way I pictured this, I wanted better things)&lt;br /&gt;Some are scared, others killing for fun,&lt;br /&gt;I shot a mother right in front of her son.&lt;br /&gt;(Take this from my consciousness and please erase my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight for honor, fight for your life.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God that our side is right.&lt;br /&gt;Though we won but still we lose,&lt;br /&gt;until I make it home to you.&lt;br /&gt;I see our mothers filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;Grew up so fast where did those years go?&lt;br /&gt;Memories wont let you cry unless i don't return tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the death toll rise wondering how im alive.&lt;br /&gt;Strangers blood on my hands, shot all i can.&lt;br /&gt;There are no silent nights watching your brothers all die&lt;br /&gt;To destroy all their plans with no thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the city lonely, memories that haunt are passing by.&lt;br /&gt;A murderer walks your streets tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my crimes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that I was so young,&lt;br /&gt;Fought so scared, in the name of God and Country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115097681435681677?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115097681435681677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115097681435681677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115097681435681677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115097681435681677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/06/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-115013095817261271</id><published>2006-06-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:49:18.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I've seen a lot of what the world can do&lt;br /&gt;And it’s breakin' my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I never want to see you sad girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a bad girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But if you wanna leave, take good care&lt;br /&gt;Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there&lt;br /&gt;Just remember there’s a lot of bad and beware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in a year, i guess its time to put down everything else and study. Met up with a few 05 mates and boy i must say its good to catch up with them again as we talked crapped till daylight faded into the night. One day, perhaps we shall stay over someplace eh? When all these is over...yea. On a brighter note, WORLD CUP *beams* yea don't we all enjoy some good soccer =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its for the good and out there in this big big world i hope you are finding your happiness and always around with a smile for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from trouble if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're old enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt;Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you've done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk away from trouble if I can.&lt;br /&gt;Now please don't think I'm weak, I couldn't turn the other cheek,&lt;br /&gt;And papa, I sure hope you understand:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...sometimes we gotta fight to be our own man...can we?or rather will we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-115013095817261271?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/115013095817261271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=115013095817261271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115013095817261271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/115013095817261271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-ive-seen-lot-of-what-world.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114907668048224649</id><published>2006-05-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:40:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long long time ago, I can still remember&lt;br /&gt;How the music used to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams were still bold&lt;br /&gt;I made promises I thought I could keep&lt;br /&gt;I had dreams, dreams to change the world&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know more then ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years past, my fire dimmed&lt;br /&gt;My promises I made I now could not keep&lt;br /&gt;Old and wise, that's what I am&lt;br /&gt;Now I dream, only to change myself and not the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I hear the music loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;As time fades away into nothingness, the music dims&lt;br /&gt;The melody burns away into the night&lt;br /&gt;So long ago, the music lost its flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I can only look back and think, thats what I'm good for. Things have changed, so much. All around me, I see people I once knew, and now I know them not at all. Then again, I turn around to see myself. In the mirror I ask, who's that I see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114907668048224649?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114907668048224649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114907668048224649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114907668048224649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114907668048224649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-long-time-ago.html' title='long long time ago'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114856001162567793</id><published>2006-05-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:26:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Aint it funny how humans are so ironical. So many times we say something but we never really mean what we said. Contradictory. For that we suffer in silence, behind the tall towers we have built with our own hands. And after that we sought to bring it down again. In the process we get hurt, torn apart, as we tear through ourselves without even realising it. Like pigs to the slaughter, no matter how hard we try to run and hide, eventually it'll hold us within its grip.&lt;br /&gt;    And so they thought they were young. They were everything. To them, they were the authority. Little do the know they were so wrong. And these mistakes eventually took away their heart a lil' by lil'. Brought them crashing down to earth. Like arrows straight to the heart, their flamed burned out. Darkness, thats all they are left to see.&lt;br /&gt;    Emo?yes, so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far past these roads there is a place&lt;br /&gt;Where all our precious dreams remain&lt;br /&gt;Someday I know I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep myself from holding on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114856001162567793?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114856001162567793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114856001162567793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114856001162567793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114856001162567793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/05/soundtrack.html' title='soundtrack'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114761672345347665</id><published>2006-05-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:25:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longest story</title><content type='html'>Right outside these four high walls&lt;br /&gt;Are dreams of thousands&lt;br /&gt;One day I shall find the strength to let go&lt;br /&gt;To break my way through to the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114761672345347665?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114761672345347665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114761672345347665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114761672345347665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114761672345347665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/05/longest-story.html' title='longest story'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114685221509593058</id><published>2006-05-06T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:03:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beast and the harlot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hot topic of the month. The blog of a gay couple here in Singapore. Personally, i do not have a problem with them being gay or what shit, but as long as they keep their stuff to themselves I'm fine with it. Yet they have to set up a blog and publish about their daily life. Reading the damn thing just makes me shiver. Problem one, they have an absolutely detestable command of the english language, even for singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his msg was "tinkin of u baby.. muackz!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dun mean i wan u all flirt wif me la.. i wan u all come ms help me leh.. i wan OMOKS! wooden table!! and monster cards!!! u got.. gif me okay? *blinks* . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Summarised my reaction in 3 words. W-T-H . Seriously these kinda bloggers ought to be banished from the face of the earth. I'm not being harsh but the way they put their words across is just a pure insult to english, and not to mention even singlish. KEKEKEXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;    Problem number two, you guys are just creating the trouble for yourself. Yes perhaps the flamers ought to tone down a little, but don't give us the crap that you do not know the blog would become that famous. Perhaps I should remind you, blogs are published online unless you make them private, people go online, people can access your blog. They READ YOUR DAMN BLOG. Whats the excuse you will give now, I'm sure you guys are not unthinking creatures are you. Besides this, knowing that society is still conservative, all the more should you two try to keep things down a little. Use a brain power would you, it's like a murderer publishing his exact location to everyone. You have only yourself to blame for the flamers you bring to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from your blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont change for any tom, dick, henry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;understand here, the world dont revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do get prepared to see homosexuals kissin in the public. cos i have friends tat they would kiss in public as and when they have the urge to, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and there you got, problem number three. Keep your love private please. If people already disapprove of others making out in public, what more of you guys. I'm not saying you guys shouldn't but please, the world aint revolving round you. Get that fact into your head.&lt;br /&gt;    I honestly don't understand why people do things that attract attention to themselves like it or not. A blog, WOW, only my friends will read it. Ya right, get a life man. To summarise, i do not imply that being gay is wrong, but get the facts right. The world still hasn't made a place for you yet, so just take your life and keep it to yourself will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114685221509593058?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114685221509593058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114685221509593058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114685221509593058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114685221509593058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/05/beast-and-harlot.html' title='Beast and the harlot'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114614985420709169</id><published>2006-04-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:57:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many paths that we can take&lt;br /&gt;To bring us to our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Gaze up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;And see if you can point me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, you'll finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word...Reminisce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114614985420709169?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114614985420709169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114614985420709169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114614985420709169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114614985420709169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-paths-that-we-can-take-to.html' title=''/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114495131832017678</id><published>2006-04-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:01:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday i'll be saturday night</title><content type='html'>Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;All i see are walls&lt;br /&gt;And all you ever did was to blame&lt;br /&gt;To take me down&lt;br /&gt;Call me weak&lt;br /&gt;Brought me up just to crash it all down&lt;br /&gt;You say you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see it do you&lt;br /&gt;My life a jigsaw puzzle&lt;br /&gt;You took a piece away&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll never be complete&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;But the words dont come out right&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear my story&lt;br /&gt;I said im sorry&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to change&lt;br /&gt;But all i've did was to make things the same&lt;br /&gt;Like a knife&lt;br /&gt;You tore through&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my blood?&lt;br /&gt;Here i am bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Now i know&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Stand and survive alone&lt;br /&gt;Here i am on the edge&lt;br /&gt;One more step forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday i'll be saturday night..faith, im losing it. Dont always judge others, judge yourself first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114495131832017678?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114495131832017678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114495131832017678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114495131832017678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114495131832017678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/04/someday-ill-be-saturday-night.html' title='Someday i&apos;ll be saturday night'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114416181183795142</id><published>2006-04-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:43:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between</title><content type='html'>Read between the lines, sometimes you'll see more of the story then you were meant to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The great love I have declared I have for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is gone, and I find my dislike for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;increases every day. When I see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not even like your appearance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one thing I want to do is to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look the other way. I never wanted to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marry you. Our last conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was very dull and in no way has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made me anxious to see you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You only think of yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life very difficult, and I would have no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to give, but it is not a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to give to you. No one is more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;demanding or selfish than you, and less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;able to care for me and be of help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I speak the truth. You will do me a favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you consider this the end. Do not try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to answer this. Your letters are full of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;true concern for me. Good bye. Believe me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not care for you.Please do not think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am still your loving friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114416181183795142?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114416181183795142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114416181183795142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114416181183795142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114416181183795142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-between.html' title='in between'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114398689029930140</id><published>2006-04-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:08:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with me</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114398689029930140?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114398689029930140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114398689029930140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114398689029930140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114398689029930140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with me'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114321839458389501</id><published>2006-03-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:39:54.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>He stares ahead, eyes bloodshot, brows knotted together as sweat drips down his forehead. Back pressed against the dirt stained wall he waits anxiously, as time seems to stand still. Slowly, bit by bit, light fades to darkness, as he became one with the shadows. Swiftly and silently he moved into action. One shot one hit and thats all he got. His eyes, a wonderfully addictive look of terror, his face a grimace of sheer determination.&lt;br /&gt;    One swipe across the delicate throat as blood gushed out in a fountain. A look of surprise, to terror, sudden realisation and then he looked no more. His eyes, cold and hard he let the body slide to the ground. Aged thirteen, once he was so innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114321839458389501?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114321839458389501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114321839458389501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114321839458389501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114321839458389501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114260763942353236</id><published>2006-03-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:00:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cabby fare</title><content type='html'>I've taken the ride too far&lt;br /&gt;Think its time i got off the cab&lt;br /&gt;Cause the fares getting too heavy&lt;br /&gt;Is it a price i can pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta check my wallet first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114260763942353236?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114260763942353236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114260763942353236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114260763942353236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114260763942353236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/03/cabby-fare.html' title='cabby fare'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114214378104546922</id><published>2006-03-12T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:09:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of</title><content type='html'>Straight ahead I see the reflection, dead eyes stare back into me. One which pleads for sanity, hunger for escape, eyes that seem so desperate. This is what I've become, a man with nothing left but shreds of his soul. Even the mirror reflects emptiness, not even a drop of sympathy. Still the disintegration goes on, taking whats left of my humanity. Now I'm nothing more then just a woodblock, once of life, now i reek of death. Once, love was such a wonderful feeling, now I can't remember how it feels like..to be love, or even..to love. My feelings are void. The walls I've build have shut me in so tight, that I suffocated, so tight that it cut me off completely, my mighty wall. No more shall I feel no more shall I see no more shall I hear. I am just what I am now. Even the mirrors on the wall jeer at me, laughing at my plight. My eyes once filled with vibrant colours and eagerness, now, it's only but a dead stare. I've tried to break the wall to find the colours again but every minutes brings more agony. I am lost, lost too deep in my own sorrows. A pool a dark swirly liquid that pulls me further down the bottomless pit. I thought I had found love within again! But it only slipped through my fingers. No, its too late, to find what I've lost, what I need. I am shattered, like shards of mirror, even a thousand man cannot put together. Broken pieces lying over the floor, as i watch myself through my eyes, I pull away in terror. I am broken, no longer human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Facils over rockefella's over, the best times of my life over in these few weeks. I've truly enjoyed them, and to Random, even though we've made some mistakes and our performance aint true blue great, remember the times of fun we had the anxiety the laughter. Music is after all about enjoying, and you guys have given me much to remember about. Facils, even though everything was kinda rush and stuff it still has been a great experience. Now, its back to studies...cheers people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114214378104546922?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114214378104546922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114214378104546922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114214378104546922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114214378104546922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-memory-of.html' title='in memory of'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-114165880697954121</id><published>2006-03-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:26:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've</title><content type='html'>I've learned....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned.And I've learned it the hard way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the moon, the darker side you turn to when you're down&lt;br /&gt;When the sun rises, the moon is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Left alone in its own misery and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Only when darkness arises, then shall it reveal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i only following along blindfolded?-  &lt;em&gt;emplified sorrows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-114165880697954121?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/114165880697954121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=114165880697954121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114165880697954121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/114165880697954121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive.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-11234204.post-114078923678300311</id><published>2006-02-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:53:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i aint no superman</title><content type='html'>If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me strong, you called me weak&lt;br /&gt;But still your secrets I will keep&lt;br /&gt;You took for granted all the times I never let you down&lt;br /&gt;You stumbled in and bumped your headIf not for me then you would be dead&lt;br /&gt;I picked you up and put you back on solid ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/903/1600/ax7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1567/903/320/ax7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lessons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113940362078433217?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113940362078433217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113940362078433217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113940362078433217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems no one can help me nowI'm in too deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time I have really led myself astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought a ticket for a runaway train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a madman laughin' at the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little outta touch, little insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just easier than dealin with the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Runaway train never comin' back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Runaway train tearin' up the track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Runaway train burnin' in my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I runaway but it always seems the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113847297089176041?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113847297089176041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113847297089176041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113847297089176041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113847297089176041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/01/runaway.html' title='runaway'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113786759918708952</id><published>2006-01-22T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:19:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green and wag</title><content type='html'>Just not so long ago, i stepped into the front gate, feeling nervous as i looked at my surroundings trying to find one familiar face. A new phase in life, a new school, a new beginning, a home to be founded. The group of michaelians huddled together awaiting the start of assembly where we were to meet our teacher, and thankfully i had at least a few friends in the same class as me. That helped to ease the tension within me a little. Moments later, life in SJI began. The start of a wonderful journey, a path filled with many riches, mind you, not of gold or money, but of friendship fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;    A few days later would be our orientation camp where we got to bond closer to our classmates. 1e10-2e10 thats the class that had to stick together for 2 years. A class that in two years formed bonds of friendship so tight that even distances couldnt break it 5 years later. The final night, campfire night, a night to remember as songs were sang, cheers out in full force and as everyone together as one community, welcomed each other to the family.&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback-photograph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s hard to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s time to say it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye, Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    It was only a matter of time before we started to terrorise our teachers, making a name for ourselves, in a "good" way of course. Days of sitting outside the staff room was never an uncommon sight. Trouble, our middlename. Days gone by and soon we were now 2e10. Only the last stretch now before our streaming, and many tributes to the man who held a tight reign on us. Mr Foo, a teacher who instilled fear and yet the warmness of a friend into us. Ok, not that we really feared him but rather it was more of respect. Blinking an eye, 2e10 of 2002 was no more. But through the hands of fate, our lives were now intertwined together. SJI was now more of a home then before. Gone was the feeling of nervousness and butterflies. Everything just looks the same, the way we left it 2 years ago. The way it will always be attached to our memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as our lives change, Come whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will still be, friends forever &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Call me someone with lousy music taste or whatever you prefer, but the song graduation holds meaning to me. Along with it holds the memories of SJI. A place where i can call home, proud to be one always will be one. To wave the flag of green and wag *private joke*. Hail to thee our alma mater.Hail. -to be continued-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113786759918708952?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113786759918708952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113786759918708952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113786759918708952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113786759918708952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/01/green-and-wag.html' title='Green and wag'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113620934655015623</id><published>2006-01-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:42:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years day</title><content type='html'>New years day never fail to instill into me a sense of loss. As I glance up to watch the fireworks, it reminded me of how fast things are. Just one year ago i was here, the year before that i was here, the only difference was that there seemed to be lesser people as the years go by. One year has brought much laughter and many friends. As we stood together to watch the works, its those moments that really makes one treasure his friends. We've been through thick and thin, worked hard, played, joked and here we are now..still. 6 years, thats how far many of us have came together. Even though we might be in different schools now, one thing remains clear..we are still josephians, the spirit is still strong. Will we ever look forward and see how fragile the future can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As we let the balloons fly&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes pinned unto them&lt;br /&gt;To the future we look&lt;br /&gt;As dawn fades to dusk&lt;br /&gt;And time starts it's flow&lt;br /&gt;Thats where we will go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113620934655015623?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113620934655015623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113620934655015623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113620934655015623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113620934655015623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-day.html' title='new years day'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113587426355499304</id><published>2005-12-30T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:37:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the artful way</title><content type='html'>I don't want your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little therapy&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what they say to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, two, fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what to do!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, it's killing me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down, I'll keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;It's the art of losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me a loser&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm just a user&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just keep on moving'&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's the art of losing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113587426355499304?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113587426355499304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113587426355499304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113587426355499304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113587426355499304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/12/artful-way.html' title='the artful way'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113553420010907699</id><published>2005-12-26T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:10:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over</title><content type='html'>Maybe i've seen more and said more then i should have&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I guess its my time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Go on it's time you see the world&lt;br /&gt;No restrains no restrictions&lt;br /&gt;No time to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;But weary i am so&lt;br /&gt;Yes its time to let go&lt;br /&gt;Time..time to close my weary eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113553420010907699?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113553420010907699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113553420010907699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113553420010907699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113553420010907699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-over.html' title='its over'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113509458690930098</id><published>2005-12-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:03:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas star</title><content type='html'>He sat there on a lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;Two am and thoughts whirling&lt;br /&gt;Writing down his heart&lt;br /&gt;To be sent and received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did you get the letter&lt;br /&gt;That i wrote but did not send?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113509458690930098?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-11234204.post-113414834615042870</id><published>2005-12-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:12:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decemberain</title><content type='html'>Alright just a short post..to thank all of you who donated to the save jon fund =P, its not really the cost that matters but the fact that you guys did something?haha right really appreciate it yea =) well as least it shows im still loved -sobs sobs- and still feel kinda bad roarrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113414834615042870?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113414834615042870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113414834615042870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113414834615042870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113414834615042870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/12/decemberain.html' title='decemberain'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113311634198291550</id><published>2005-11-28T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:51:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better man</title><content type='html'>One month gone and its back to the month of dec. One year ago we were waiting anxiously for school to reopen, jc, another part of our lives. Such a wonder how time flies, can still remember last year's gym chalet, at sentosa, it was fun though. Gym a part of my life, always a part of mine. Visited it last wed i think,  nice to see the same old place again. All the slacking and punishment we've been through. Sure brings back many fond memories. And my snoopy still stands mighty and tall among all mwahaha!!If you ever get to visit sji gym say hi to snoopy who resides above the tramp area on the speaker. Ele this for you..haha if you ever go back go say hi lol.&lt;br /&gt;    Can't wait for gym chalet to come again, it just brings back many things. The crapping the bbqs the beer and the endless talks that somehow always becomes silence as we stone around thinking of what the future holds. Honestly i see it that many gymmers just live their life day by day. Happy go lucky. Just enjoying the best of everyday...for we cant be young forever. Thinking bout it, half our youth is gone. Baby primary school secondary school jc/poly army then uni and bam we're off to the working world. Which leaves us roughly 5-6 more years?Only that much time left to party and do things that we wouldn't when we get older.&lt;br /&gt;    Played soccer today with the e10 guys, heh not so bad scored one goal mwah. Almost got into some fight with some small kids, mainly this chinese boy who talks big but cant play for nuts. We already have a plan for our future. We shall set up a hotel chain. Benny shall look after the recruitments i think. Hh is manager. I'll be taking care of operations and complains. Keith shall be our official loanshark heh Sherms is the lawyer i think. And i cant rem what bing hong shall be..haha sry. Perhaps one day when you see a hotel that has a 10 is it or somewhat like that for all you know it might be us lol. e10, we've came a long way, since way back to sec 1 when we were all young and...innocent (not for some like brendan and others lol). Will we ever still stay the way we are now once we get to army and all? Perhaps, i hope we will, cause honestly you all have been the best class one could ever ask for and i thank God he put me in there...or rather for making me not so smart so i get low scores for psle -_-.&lt;br /&gt;    Alrights then its 3 am in the morning, shall go ta sleep...cheers mates have fun with whats left of your lives. You aint got much more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Send someone to love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to rest in arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep me safe from harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113311634198291550?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113311634198291550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113311634198291550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113311634198291550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113311634198291550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/11/better-man.html' title='better man'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113173063861231874</id><published>2005-11-12T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:37:18.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless</title><content type='html'>A new post within a few days..thats quite rare...nothing much to say just gonna make something up bout whats on my mind. Getting pretty bored..need a job need a life need to get it over and done with. Just feeling the downs now even though its holidays and we're suppose to feel up? shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing his back, he walked the familiar road&lt;br /&gt;The scarecrows and that empty patch&lt;br /&gt;Days of cookies and treehouses laughter and fun&lt;br /&gt;As he turned his back to the green green grass of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wave he said goodbye not turning back and no more tears&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go its time to fly&lt;br /&gt;Leave the memories all behind&lt;br /&gt;And walk from the green green grass of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change and so he knows&lt;br /&gt;But yet his path remains the same&lt;br /&gt;And so he knows he must go&lt;br /&gt;and leave it all to walk on and say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and this he knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random crap for my random thrash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113173063861231874?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113173063861231874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113173063861231874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113173063861231874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113173063861231874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/11/restless.html' title='restless'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-113155506139521372</id><published>2005-11-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:32:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To kill a mocking bird</title><content type='html'>Freedom!!!No im not exaggerating. Taking care of p4 kids is really a chore, some of em are real brats. But at the end of the day, its the fun that everyone has went through that matters doesnt it?The killer whales like to bomb people -_- and gotta admit they have the loudest shrillest and the most gung ho attitude heh. And must admit second night was what made me feel closer to the facils, when we just sat there the few of us and talked. Zeng xiong came after a while and he was all F up, practically, lol. Well camps over, time to look ahead..again..now for j1 facil camp. Its been a great camp overall, even though with the ups and downs we made it through as a group and thats what matters most to me i guess. Got to know more people form tj aj bla bla even though most of em talk in chinese..its ok at least they still communicate in english.&lt;br /&gt;Been seeing alot of stuff lately, tensions and all,l the talking and stuff, guess things have finally begin to settle down more or less. Only got one thing to say to people, take things on a lighter note wont ya. Maybe sometimes things hurt and anger arises but take the time to out yourself in the other persons shoes. Its alright to think alot, but the problem comes when we assume to much . On a cheesy side, my point is always look on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays approaching and my wallet is flat already...anyone who has any good lobang please contact save jon campaign right now. I mean like really now. Maybe should just take up a job at 7-11 -_-...........yawns somehow i dread holidays cause it'll only bring more memories to feel hurt to cherish to enjoy. Slowly, our youth is slipping by and we dont have much time left. Somehow now, i dread growing old. I dont want things to end, i dont want the memories to stop, i know that i will miss the fun and laughter as well as the pain and hurt. Time to make more memories, no more time to waste people...haha im crapping ok shall end. Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i could i would&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;To start this all over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i never wanna let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-113155506139521372?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/113155506139521372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=113155506139521372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113155506139521372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/113155506139521372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-kill-mocking-bird.html' title='To kill a mocking bird'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112955684287433135</id><published>2005-10-17T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:47:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking ahead</title><content type='html'>Back from retreat finally, and to clear doubts, first thing when i reached home was to the toilet. It was truly a enriching experience even though i must add that i'm not used to that christian way of worship. Quoting from van, if you claim to believe in God and that you have faith and all, why do you need proof of it. And also, to believe, you must first doubt. Do you throw everything you have into a believe without even having a single doubt forming into your mind?Not that i'm saying i do not believe, but i trust God gave us a mind of our own for a reason.To think.I dont want to be those that follow blindly and believe whatever others claim God to be.&lt;br /&gt;    Sincerity is what matters the most, no matter who where what and how, to me even if someone has commited a great sin, as long as he's willing to repent i'm ready to look past his faults. Another quote from van, that if you wanna pray, do it quietly and all, as she said its in the bible somewhere. Prayer is about talking to God, personally time and space with him. Thats what i prefer though, the silence and personal time. Just not used to the jumping all singing that kinda stuff. And praise and worship was done one time too many, though some of the sharings were interesting.&lt;br /&gt;    The movie they showed, "the left foot" also made me think alot. For someone who doesn't give up, thats what i think is the true meaning of life. To not give up in what you believe and to trust there is always hope somewhere. No matter what the circumstances, i believe that God is always there, though you might never notice it. One of the sister had put it this way, your heart keeps you alive. Put a hand to your heart, and you feel it beating in a strong rythm. Take your hand away and you dont feel it any more, but yet it's still beating and beating. Trust in God and sincerity i believe is what's most important to him. So what if you might go to church every weekend and proclaim your love for him but yet in times of desperation your trust falters and you give up. So what if you go for confession but time and time again you commit the same sin. Words and actions are two different things, you dont need to do great things to show your love for God. It's those small simple actions that reflect the God inside of us. If i were God i would rather invite one who has although never been to church, confession, or whatever but yet is kind and sincere in his actions into the gates of heaven, then one who proclaims his love and all to everyone but inside is unkind and harsh to the people around him. Not that i'm saying the christian way of worship is wrong, in fact many of them are nice people, and they do really show the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;    Ultimately, listen to your heart to tell you whats right and wrong. Thats what i believe. Trust and sincerity, learn to forgive, learn to love, even though we are only humans, but we must still try.....trust in God to believe anything can happen, thats what i learn.&lt;br /&gt;    And yes dan this paragraph is for you!haha though i have nothing much to say cept where are the presents?heh just kidding take care aiights and dont worry, true friends will never forget you whereever you are, so yea i bet xxy and all the gym people will be waiting for you to return soon.Especially with those presents =). I'm sure jing and sean are also happy to see you return soon, and again especailly with those boxes *hint*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Promos..not much to say...just that never meet expectations..time to mug harder to those who din make it, too bad dont wallow in misery. Work for it. Its not the end yet. So dont give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.&lt;br /&gt; He'd never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.&lt;br /&gt; His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,&lt;br /&gt; But something always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison.&lt;br /&gt; I took care of Tommy 'cause he was my brother's son.&lt;br /&gt; I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy:&lt;br /&gt; "Son, my life is over, but yours is just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt; Walk away from trouble if you can.&lt;br /&gt; Now it don't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I hope you're old enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt; Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's someone for ev'ryone and Tommy's love was Becky.&lt;br /&gt; In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.&lt;br /&gt; One day while he was workin' the Gatlin boys came callin'.&lt;br /&gt; They took turns at Becky.... There we're three of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin'.&lt;br /&gt; The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.&lt;br /&gt; He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.&lt;br /&gt; As the tears fell on his daddy's face, He heard these words again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt; Walk away from trouble if you can.&lt;br /&gt; Now it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I hope you're old enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt; Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom.&lt;br /&gt; One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.&lt;br /&gt; When Tommy turned around they said, "Hey look! ol' yellow's leavin'."&lt;br /&gt; But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Twenty years of crawlin' was bottled up inside him.&lt;br /&gt; He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it all.&lt;br /&gt; When Tommy left the barroom not a Gatlin boy was standin'.&lt;br /&gt; He said, "This one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.&lt;br /&gt; And I heard him say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I promised you, Dad, not to do the things you done.&lt;br /&gt; I walked away from trouble when I can.&lt;br /&gt; Now please don't think I'm weak, I didn't turn the other cheek,&lt;br /&gt; and Papa, I sure hope you understand:&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ev'ryone considered him the coward of the county.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/11234204-112955684287433135?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112955684287433135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112955684287433135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112955684287433135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112955684287433135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/10/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking ahead'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112903816195953876</id><published>2005-10-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:42:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wonderful night</title><content type='html'>i'm laughing, but somehow it still hurts inside, hurts to see, hurts to hear&lt;br /&gt;but still i'm laughing to put on a show, to hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;as it has always been, never has it been different&lt;br /&gt;and now i build a shelter, with pain as my cement&lt;br /&gt;anger as my bricks and tears as my tools&lt;br /&gt;sealed up from the outside world, sealed up, and never to be opened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns emo stuff..haha..many things have been happening..hope it all settles down well...hopefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112903816195953876?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112903816195953876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112903816195953876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112903816195953876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112903816195953876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/10/wonderful-night.html' title='a wonderful night'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112868423863616984</id><published>2005-10-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:23:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game's over</title><content type='html'>When you have read finished this sentence, know and understand....DAMN PROMOS ARE OVER!But somehow i dont feel as good i should be, time i learn how to embrace fun and laughter again. Ho ho late night dota and td, lots of catching up to do, late night majong sessions (eugene read this) haha and much much more to come. By the end of this im gonna be one hell of a broke guy. Roar need the dough but its not coming in, can anyone kindly donate to the save-for-jon's funding?ele?van?&lt;br /&gt;    Watched the corpse bride, well personally i would give it 3 outta 5 stars?Not really that good but not really that bad either. Wanna catch four brothers, and the 40 year old virgin, too bad its m18. Yawns, time to catch up on lost sleep, damn those late night gaming plus promos = dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it seems that I still have a tear to shed.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112868423863616984?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112868423863616984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112868423863616984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112868423863616984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112868423863616984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/10/games-over.html' title='Game&apos;s over'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112756686289140917</id><published>2005-09-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:01:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful</title><content type='html'>close my eyes when I get too sad&lt;br /&gt;I think thoughts that I know are bad&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's over when I open them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the things that I had before&lt;br /&gt;Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Make everything be wonderful again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my mom and I hope my dad&lt;br /&gt;Will figure out why they get so mad&lt;br /&gt;Hear them scream, I hear them fight&lt;br /&gt;They say bad words that make me wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes when I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;And I dream of angels who make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel better when I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises mean everything when you're little&lt;br /&gt;And the world's so big&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how&lt;br /&gt;You can smile with all those tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything is wonderful now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112756686289140917?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112756686289140917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112756686289140917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112756686289140917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112756686289140917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderful.html' title='wonderful'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112697604712365979</id><published>2005-09-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:54:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closer to me</title><content type='html'>Every day reminisce with the past&lt;br /&gt; of a love that we thought would last.&lt;br /&gt; How we used to be when it was you and me.&lt;br /&gt; How did it all disappear so fast.&lt;br /&gt; There are days that I can't forget&lt;br /&gt; there are things that I now regret.&lt;br /&gt; I was there for you when you were there for me, and I was thinkin' we were set.&lt;br /&gt; Every night when I'm laying in my bed&lt;br /&gt; I hear your voice going round in my head, think of all the things I could have done and all those things I could have said.&lt;br /&gt; I really will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt; I know now what I've got to do,&lt;br /&gt; It took time but now I've realised how much I'm missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112697604712365979?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112697604712365979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112697604712365979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112697604712365979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112697604712365979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/09/closer-to-me.html' title='closer to me'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112627072089267331</id><published>2005-09-09T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:58:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I open my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Seoul gardens....never eat it more then once a month, i bet you'll puke out if you eat there more then twice a week, but still seoul never fails to be interesting with all the funny stuff you can create there.But after effects do apply, so be prepared for more sessions with the toilet whenever you try out seoul after dinner "desserts".&lt;br /&gt;    Bla one weeks over, holidays over = promos coming = stress = more stress.&lt;br /&gt;Main aim= retain all 4 subs, and pass of course. Good luck to all you muggers out there aiights. Mugging sure will become one of the most memorable memory in CJ , the lanning, going for pool, far east chicken rice and oh of course...studying heh. Oh and yea late night dota-ing =).&lt;br /&gt;    Promos promos...damn you...even o levels wasnt stress -_- bla three more weeks to freedom..well sort of, not forgetting there's still PW and chinese Ao level...cheers to you peeps aye. Mug!Once jc life is over im so gonna party like mad.for now...morning= student, at night =mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be the very best&lt;br /&gt;No one ever was&lt;br /&gt;To understand is my real test&lt;br /&gt;To practice is my cause&lt;br /&gt;I will travel across the land&lt;br /&gt;Searching far and wide&lt;br /&gt;Each element to understand&lt;br /&gt;The bonding that's inside&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry ohhh you my best friend&lt;br /&gt;In this world we must defend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sung to pokemon sound track&lt;br /&gt;(ok lame song,hope its correct, but its stuck in my head courtesy of sherman hein hun, lyrics may be altered abit, and its copyrighted lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112627072089267331?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112627072089267331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112627072089267331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112627072089267331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112627072089267331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/09/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112541166676003186</id><published>2005-08-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:21:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee table</title><content type='html'>As we sat round the table in silence, each having our own thoughts, transported back to a time when we were just kids. Kids trying to edge out from the crowd, trying to make our words heard in this world. That was then, just kids we were, now as we take a look around everythings almost the same, just the fact that we are the older us. The silence was golden, as people used to say, it was not the words of friends that made the bond between them, it was the silence. When you feel at ease with the silence, its then you know you are with a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;  As we talked, we've agreed many things have changed. Promises once made have seemed to be forgotten, left lying around. Yet one thing was agreed on, SJI was truly a second home to many, if not to the three of us. As clarence put it, we were kids when we entered and came out slightly more matured, older and much wiser. SJI, the place we grew in, a world that concerned only us, no one but us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer came and gone&lt;br /&gt;Autumn reached and went to soon&lt;br /&gt;The sun rose and shone&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloomed in beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flowed by like crystal water&lt;br /&gt;As beauty faded into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Trees withered and parted&lt;br /&gt;Winter just wasn't my season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112541166676003186?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112541166676003186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112541166676003186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112541166676003186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112541166676003186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/08/coffee-table.html' title='coffee table'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112524064243062687</id><published>2005-08-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T22:50:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months date</title><content type='html'>Under the moonlight we sat&lt;br /&gt;Drinks and talks we shared&lt;br /&gt;As we watched the world go by&lt;br /&gt;Time slipped by  silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence took the place of words&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shone its light upon the land&lt;br /&gt;The day has come to pass&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a part of my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Winter just wasn't my season&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/11234204-112524064243062687?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112524064243062687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112524064243062687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112524064243062687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112524064243062687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/08/3-months-date.html' title='3 months date'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112463978326374897</id><published>2005-08-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:56:23.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>So much has happened within this week...tired and gonna burn out and promos are coming damn if only time could move faster..once promos are over so gonna take a long long break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt; can you help me unravel my latest mistake,&lt;br /&gt; I don't love him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winter just wasn't my season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like they have any right at all to critisize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt; and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt; No one can find the rewind button girl,&lt;br /&gt; So cradle your head in your hands&lt;br /&gt; And breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt; Woah breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt; "Just a day," he said down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt; "Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."&lt;br /&gt; Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt; But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt; Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt; These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt; If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt; If I get it all down on paper, its no longer&lt;br /&gt; inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt; And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt; Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt; And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No one can find the rewind button now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sing it if you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112463978326374897?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112463978326374897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112463978326374897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112463978326374897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112463978326374897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112360287675690843</id><published>2005-08-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:54:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP</title><content type='html'>Roasted in the sun for two hours and endured some unreasonable **** who only understand how to complain. Can't they just get it drilled into their head there are no more DAMN SEATS so stop rushing in!Man..people..they just dont learn do they. Other then that the fireworks were pretty cool, and the jets were AWesome. If only i could become a pilot, i would take one of these hot stuff and fly free into the sky. Power and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was never easy to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He knew it well, But yet he endured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Braving all storms and hardship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still when the time came, He knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was time, time to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so he did.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112360287675690843?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112360287675690843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112360287675690843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112360287675690843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112360287675690843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/08/ndp.html' title='NDP'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112152618253825090</id><published>2005-07-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:03:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>And so it ends again this year. Gym dinner was relatively fun, meeting up with all the seniors again. This time we had it at marina south, crowded, but value for money lol. Met up with jing tim mark michael chuin dup bla bla and crapped time away like always, but then i realised it wasn't the same anymore as when we were still in the team. As xxy said, (she always gives this kinda comments shake heads) our time in the team, is now nothing but a past. But everything we've worked hard for was worth it. You feel the pride for the team when they win and beat chi high (mwhaha). Then when the day goes by, its back to everyone's own life. Back to the same old growing up we all have to do. Some things just never change chuckles. Hail to our alma mater Josephians. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took a walk down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;I saw the tears and laughter we shared&lt;br /&gt;And how we really cared&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever as we made a pact&lt;br /&gt;Then we turned and parted our backs&lt;br /&gt;As I took a walk down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;A smile came on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112152618253825090?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112152618253825090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112152618253825090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112152618253825090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112152618253825090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/07/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-112023201369435063</id><published>2005-07-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:33:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when cross roads meet</title><content type='html'>when cross roads meet thats when we partedwith a simple goodbye we turned and left&lt;br /&gt;to each his own,  towards the sunset&lt;br /&gt;when cross roads meet thats where we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen years we spent on the streets&lt;br /&gt;childish games and lil' pranks&lt;br /&gt;roaming and learning that life wasnt sweet&lt;br /&gt;three thirty three thats where we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down the road we went ,on separate ways&lt;br /&gt;growing old and a tat bit wiser&lt;br /&gt;with a beard and a lil more wits&lt;br /&gt;finding our way about this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cross roads meet thats when we parted&lt;br /&gt;i know its time, we have to leave&lt;br /&gt;but someday i hope&lt;br /&gt;when cross roads meet, we'll find friendship again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright new update..from now on im gonna crap some stuff out hopefully 1 out of 10000 will make it big mwhahaha bout time to start thinking bout making money -_- cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-112023201369435063?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/112023201369435063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=112023201369435063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112023201369435063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/112023201369435063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-cross-roads-meet.html' title='when cross roads meet'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111971922543423456</id><published>2005-06-26T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:07:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two shots and a bottle of wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;two shots and a bottle of wine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's past midnight one, and here i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;along the sands of time, watching it fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;shadows of you here, nothing but a blur&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;what a blessing, what a curse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;two shots and a bottle of wine, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;goodbye to you, you left on the summer midnight train&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;left me standing in the rain, its two a.m. and here i am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;with two shots and a bottle of wine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111971922543423456?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111971922543423456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111971922543423456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111971922543423456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111971922543423456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-shots-and-bottle-of-wine.html' title='two shots and a bottle of wine'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111867849985642908</id><published>2005-06-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:01:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horse with no name</title><content type='html'>Saw's entry made me recall the song "horse with no name" by the sandman or something like that...oldies song. They don't make songs like they do in the olden days anymore. Thats kinda sad in a way, like a lost treasure. Oldies have a special touch to it that makes it more alive then the other songs.&lt;br /&gt;    Im feeling way past my prime, like i'm tired of many stuff already...and to think i barely just started out on my journey. Darn my knees are gonna give me problems so day i predict, to squat and stand make my knees grind -_- hopefully it stays dormant.&lt;br /&gt;    Taking a look round everyones becoming so busy, i feel like a ultimate slacker in a way..haha well the times of the past are gone i guess, when pacts are made to meet up often. Guess time has changed and everyones busy with their own stuff now. Shrugs, left with a few of us only, not only e10 ppl but 05 ppl too..haha not that im complaining. Even in gym..we barely meet up anymore..cant wait for end year chalet..yea then the fun starts grinz overnight majong and getting half-drunk or stuff and all the shit that we do. Though the bbq still cannot make it...Bla look forward look forward, thats what they all say, but then if you realise, its memories that make us who we are...memories since we were born. We cant change it yea..but the least we can do is to treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And so on the intersection we parted, to each and his own we said our goodbyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111867849985642908?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111867849985642908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111867849985642908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111867849985642908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111867849985642908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/06/horse-with-no-name.html' title='A horse with no name'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111617082481786175</id><published>2005-05-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:27:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The outsiders</title><content type='html'>Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn alot.&lt;br /&gt;                     But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;                              Sixteen years on the street and you see alot.&lt;br /&gt;                       But all the wrong sights, not the sights you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just re-read the outsiders. Pretty cool stuff on how kids on the streets fight to survive. How circumstances forces ya into situations you cant run nor face. Life is getting bleak, with days ending at 5pm -_- sick of studying. Then again one more month to mid years and i'm barely passing or failing everything, damn don't wanna get retained. Guess just gotta mug harder and stop coming online so often heh. Everyones so busy these days its even hard to gather em of a meeting, well perhaps in june guys time to hang and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;Darn xxy haha my turn to scold her, memories of the past. Playing in the rain at NIE during the sars break..yea that was fun. Then all the the trainings and stuff together, i remember the competitions cause i dread it. Also the times when we have the coach alert system. Grinz it was used whenever we were crapping at the back of gym and not training. And snoppy! The gym toy founded by me =). Those were the days eh...trampers me sean jing michael curtis what a bunch lol considering we gave gym hell alot of shit. Rebelling and stuff..fond memories, the hanging out at coronation after trainings and all. Playing street soccer with the seniors javier issac alvin. Man i miss those days, gym gave me something to live for, the friendships made in there is valuable. Gotta admit gym is one close bunch of buddies, there for you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Memories...everything but a distant past. Looking forward is much harder then it seems....Funny how i hate and love it at the same time. Guess what i can only do is just pray gym doesnt break up and dissolve. Aye cheerios to gym yea *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natures first green is gold&lt;br /&gt;Her hardest hue to hold&lt;br /&gt;Her early  leaf's a flower&lt;br /&gt;But only so an hour&lt;br /&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf&lt;br /&gt;So Eden sank to grief&lt;br /&gt;So dawn goes down to day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gold can stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111617082481786175?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111617082481786175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111617082481786175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111617082481786175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111617082481786175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/05/outsiders.html' title='The outsiders'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111545293401371816</id><published>2005-05-07T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:02:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day the rain touched the ground</title><content type='html'>Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... howcan you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm...because you are beautiful,because your voice is sweet,because you are caring,because you are loving,because you are thoughtful,because of your smile,because of your every movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer.Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met withan accident and became comma.&lt;br /&gt;The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;br /&gt;Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk?No. Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you..Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...&lt;br /&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Do love need a reason? I don't think so.Therefore, I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;And love doesn't need a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111545293401371816?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111545293401371816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111545293401371816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111545293401371816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111545293401371816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-rain-touched-ground.html' title='the day the rain touched the ground'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111530289723561532</id><published>2005-05-05T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:21:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shades of crimson</title><content type='html'>I'm so scared that you will see&lt;br /&gt;All the weaknesses inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That the pain i feel will show&lt;br /&gt;As my secrets have been revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;last flight out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to catch it all&lt;br /&gt;To piece my heart as one whole again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111530289723561532?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111530289723561532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111530289723561532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111530289723561532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111530289723561532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/05/shades-of-crimson.html' title='shades of crimson'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111470198613508893</id><published>2005-04-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:26:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>If only i could&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;If only time would reverse&lt;br /&gt;I would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there never were any Ifs&lt;br /&gt;There never was&lt;br /&gt;Fighting a futile war&lt;br /&gt;Against the pull of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i then miss that light in your eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111470198613508893?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111470198613508893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111470198613508893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111470198613508893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111470198613508893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111400921005020867</id><published>2005-04-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:00:10.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candle in the wind</title><content type='html'>24 hours to live?Human nature would be to pray,spend time with friends etc, to me perhaps i would just go to the beach hopefully at night spend the night there quietly thinking. And go from this world with a smile, knowing the journey i've had was worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;i&gt;   Living like a candle in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;                                   Ever ready to die out but still,&lt;br /&gt;                                            Denying the wind&lt;br /&gt;                                    Clinging on to the last flicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;b&gt;    For I am the candle in the wind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111400921005020867?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111400921005020867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111400921005020867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111400921005020867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111400921005020867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/04/candle-in-wind.html' title='candle in the wind'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111244881731080422</id><published>2005-04-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:39:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humble beginnings</title><content type='html'>Ok heres the new update. Been pretty busy this few days..I'm SAD one damn class away from the havoc people..but lets not complain lifes like that huh.&lt;br /&gt;Well...why i wanna go cj?Honestly i do not know why i wanna head there, but on whole i think its mainly cause of the enviroment and the people?I'm not putting down SA but see, i find people in cj more closely bonded, more friendly and more fun. SA, there are fun people there too, but not my kinda fun?Besides that i find SA having too many cliques, and they do not mix much at all. But SA is still a fun place to be yea =). So to sum it all SA CJ not much difference but i still choose CJ. Shrugs maybe its meant to be maybe its not. But i believe in the fact that its the student, and not the school..CJ is definitely not as slack as it used to be in case you all were wondering. ARgh and my timetable sucks..earliest release time not counting cca days..4 30..congrats me..i'm gonna die trying to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel like a saint as well as a cj-cian lol. K' enough crapping already. Days are getting longer and longer feel so damn tired. Study train work play..damn it all. Its hard enough already just trying to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm focused and strong&lt;br /&gt;He stood his ground&lt;br /&gt;Fighting and slaying thousands&lt;br /&gt;To achieve his dream of glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be slain&lt;br /&gt;Fighting hard&lt;br /&gt;The terror of terror&lt;br /&gt;He fought himself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111244881731080422?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111244881731080422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111244881731080422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111244881731080422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111244881731080422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/04/humble-beginnings.html' title='humble beginnings'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111175403773360445</id><published>2005-03-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:33:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying high</title><content type='html'>Yea ok i'm now officially a blue boy =) yea...why you guys ask?shrugs don't ask me, i guess God has a plan for me in there?yup yup. And again i'll believe in this sentence..."what matters most is the person, not the place he is in" just being in RJC for instance doesnt make you a definite 4 As. Of course it'll affect a little bit in the sense of enviroment but ultimately it boils right back down to the student himself. And STOP putting down cj lah...not that i am pro-cj but just don't be biased towards it alrite ppl?yea the people there are great =). Enough said bout that i guess now the main part left is to enjoy jc life and to work hard. 4 As! MWhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;    Now life in jc is so different...so many distractions..still gotta work hard for 4As, keep the band alive, cca...and no way i'm going back to gym. Yawns .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the  dream, afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't  be taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul, afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That  never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever be afraid cause fear only serves to hinder you, yet without fear..there will never be strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you remember how it was,&lt;br /&gt; when we never seemed to care.&lt;br /&gt; The days went by so quickly,&lt;br /&gt; cos I thought you'd always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All our time together, just feels like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt; I never thought I'd seen,&lt;br /&gt; a single day without you,&lt;br /&gt; the things we take for granted,we can sometimes lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye..cheers to cjc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111175403773360445?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111175403773360445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111175403773360445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111175403773360445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111175403773360445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/03/flying-high.html' title='Flying high'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111106774462743691</id><published>2005-03-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:55:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictable</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt; Everyone I meet&lt;br /&gt; Every time I try to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; They all want to know why I'm so broken&lt;br /&gt; Why am I so cold&lt;br /&gt; Why I'm so hard inside.&lt;br /&gt; Why am I scared&lt;br /&gt; What am I afraid of&lt;br /&gt; I don't even know&lt;br /&gt; This story's never had an end&lt;br /&gt; I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt; I've been searching&lt;br /&gt; I've been hoping&lt;br /&gt; I've been dreaming you would come back&lt;br /&gt; But I know the ending of this story&lt;br /&gt; You're never coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everywhere I go for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt; Everyone I love&lt;br /&gt; Everyone I care about&lt;br /&gt; They're all gonna wanna know what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt; And I know what it is&lt;br /&gt; I'm ending this right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111106774462743691?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111106774462743691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111106774462743691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111106774462743691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111106774462743691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/03/predictable.html' title='Predictable'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-111004329053068313</id><published>2005-03-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:21:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading regrets</title><content type='html'>A thousand words of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With no rhyme no reason&lt;br /&gt;A thousand cries of tears&lt;br /&gt;Spread throughout the years&lt;br /&gt;                .&lt;br /&gt;                .&lt;br /&gt;Anger speaks no words&lt;br /&gt;With no rhyme nor reason&lt;br /&gt;Biting away at humanity&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a path of no return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath feel it&lt;br /&gt;Warm and red&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed wif no restrains&lt;br /&gt;Wracking its destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto the final phase&lt;br /&gt;Death, nothing but an escape&lt;br /&gt;Another mask to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's too late..run all you can..but you can never hide from it..another cruel fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-111004329053068313?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/111004329053068313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=111004329053068313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111004329053068313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/111004329053068313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/03/fading-regrets.html' title='fading regrets'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</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-11234204.post-110995717618736493</id><published>2005-03-05T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:26:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going on</title><content type='html'>hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11234204-110995717618736493?l=decemberain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/feeds/110995717618736493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11234204&amp;postID=110995717618736493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/110995717618736493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11234204/posts/default/110995717618736493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decemberain.blogspot.com/2005/03/going-on.html' title='going on'/><author><name>decemberain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771535037711828400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
