<?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-21606717</id><updated>2011-12-11T01:16:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles4lyf</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21606717.post-2971440981309424227</id><published>2011-01-25T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:43:06.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedley - Perfect</title><content type='html'>More than a year ago, I said I knew how it was going to end.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is sure getting clearer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just unsure of being attached. Since the start.&lt;br /&gt;Still fighting with myself, whether it was the right move or not.&lt;br /&gt;I envy the single, I envy the couples. I just envy all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys think I'm the old type. The "dad, have a kid, sit down&lt;br /&gt;with family, let's have dinner together" kind, I dont think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the "uncle, living alone, loves kids, dies alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so damn perfect you know that. You always stay patient,&lt;br /&gt;making me more "assholey" like I guess. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being alone you know. Not all the time, but I'm always alone.&lt;br /&gt;The colleagues, the guys... they are friends, but are they really?&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm always not here nor there, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Why else would I have a blog to talk to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this alone thing applies to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk that much, we don't share a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We said we will, but we don't. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;And so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those facebook updates, your livejournal updates.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather wish you put them into a blog where no one reads.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that you feel that way. And to know it along millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. Whatever. Bear in mind fiz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect for you. She held herself for you.&lt;br /&gt;She understood you, a lil more than others i guess. But nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;You lose her you might never get another. Never. Nata. Empty.&lt;br /&gt;There's probably no one else right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Like a jigsaw puzzle, when the picture's done,&lt;br /&gt;we either frame it for life, or take it down and put it away::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2971440981309424227?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2971440981309424227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2971440981309424227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2971440981309424227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2971440981309424227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2011/01/hedley-perfect.html' title='Hedley - Perfect'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1901742030672619657</id><published>2010-02-27T07:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:30:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes.</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes. Just for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;And the world is against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I blame myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew girl, the tireness of each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I blame myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew girl, the painfulness of each lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I blame myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew girl, the decisions that I make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I blame myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew girl, the times I had to cool off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I blame myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you knew girl, the life that I lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If only you knew girl, if only you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm sorry I choose to run over staying,&lt;br /&gt;it was for your own sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::Ran out of chances, didn't I?::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Please don't take things to heart. I know you're pretty much angry right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing this to cool myself off alright. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&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/21606717-1901742030672619657?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1901742030672619657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1901742030672619657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1901742030672619657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1901742030672619657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2010/02/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes.'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3475038017361149456</id><published>2009-11-01T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:25:37.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengar Bisikku - The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I now see how it all ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It all comes down to One coin, Two sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I won't mess up this time. Not with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::Close a chapter, Open another::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3475038017361149456?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3475038017361149456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3475038017361149456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3475038017361149456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3475038017361149456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/11/dengar-bisikku-rain.html' title='Dengar Bisikku - The Rain'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3459011168909899773</id><published>2009-08-07T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:24:46.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Useless Letters</title><content type='html'>I drop by from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but somehow I still care.&lt;br /&gt;It's really really stupid, I know. A waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some how I just feel like I'm to blame.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I had the chance to change,&lt;br /&gt;But I threw it all away. At what cost? This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took friendship away.&lt;br /&gt;It took trust away.&lt;br /&gt;It took laughter away.&lt;br /&gt;It took part of my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I'll have no one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And i'm sorry it has affected you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I did this to myself. Dumbass::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3459011168909899773?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3459011168909899773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3459011168909899773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3459011168909899773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3459011168909899773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/08/thousand-useless-letters.html' title='A Thousand Useless Letters'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4958732508831741697</id><published>2009-06-28T05:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:18:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate's Cruel Trick</title><content type='html'>Flowers and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, dinner and a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Movie, fireworks and a walk.&lt;br /&gt;The first words being said last.&lt;br /&gt;The silence when two souls just connects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't the first time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::And sure as hell ain't gonna be the last::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4958732508831741697?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4958732508831741697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4958732508831741697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4958732508831741697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4958732508831741697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/06/fates-cruel-trick.html' title='Fate&apos;s Cruel Trick'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5284266531590548375</id><published>2009-06-20T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:51:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Monologue - Autumn to Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Oh why can’t I be what you need?&lt;br /&gt;a new improved version of me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m nothing so good, no I’m nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;br /&gt;Of violence of love and of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I beg for just one more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where you hold me down, fold me in&lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep, deep in the heart of your sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, oh, &lt;br /&gt;I break in two, and each piece of me dies&lt;br /&gt;And only you can give the breath of life&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t see me, you don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I’m pinned between darkness and light&lt;br /&gt;Bleached and blinded by these nights&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m tossing and tortured till dawn&lt;br /&gt;I view visions of you, then you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The shock bleeds the red from my face&lt;br /&gt;When I hear someone has taken my place&lt;br /&gt;How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;When all, all that I did was for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, oh, &lt;br /&gt;I break in two, and each piece of me dies&lt;br /&gt;And only you can give the breath of life&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t see me, you don’t (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, oh, &lt;br /&gt;I break in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over you, I break in two&lt;br /&gt;I will break in two, for you&lt;br /&gt;Now you see me, now you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Now you need me, now you don’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::It's okay, I like it this way::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5284266531590548375?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5284266531590548375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5284266531590548375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5284266531590548375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5284266531590548375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/06/autumns-monologue-autumn-to-ashes.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Monologue - Autumn to Ashes'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3029036372947190290</id><published>2009-05-10T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:04:47.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried Confession</title><content type='html'>You said that we could be good friends&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just had to pretend,&lt;br /&gt;But is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't give up the pain,&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could listen to what I'm trying to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Could go either way but it's the risk I'm willing to take&lt;br /&gt;I know that,&lt;br /&gt;You have your own expectations,&lt;br /&gt;And I my own imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;But baby would kindly listen to my... confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that pulled me through,&lt;br /&gt;Is getting strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would you be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Create a love that's so divine,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could listen to what I'm trying to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Could go either way but it's the risk I'm willing to take&lt;br /&gt;I know that,&lt;br /&gt;You have your own expectations,&lt;br /&gt;And I my own imperfections,&lt;br /&gt;But baby would kindly listen to my... confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Not now, not yet::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those who're wondering (yes, Fajar KIDS especially)&lt;br /&gt;NS is going okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that I'll be passing out in abt 10 weeks time,&lt;br /&gt;So yea, if I'm ever coming down to visit ya'll, it'll be in 10 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe longer coz i'll have to let my hair grow first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::5 down, 10 to go::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3029036372947190290?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3029036372947190290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3029036372947190290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3029036372947190290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3029036372947190290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/05/buried-confession.html' title='Buried Confession'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2972152888476009805</id><published>2009-03-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:52:02.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Quick, Accurate IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l149.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="Quick, Accurate IQ Test" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Quick, Accurate IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Quick, Accurate IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Genius my ass::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2972152888476009805?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2972152888476009805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2972152888476009805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2972152888476009805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2972152888476009805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/03/iq.html' title='IQ'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2362232137183123366</id><published>2009-03-05T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:06:04.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away&lt;br /&gt;So I try to find the words that I could say&lt;br /&gt;I know distance doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;But you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I leave my heart turns grey&lt;br /&gt;And I, I wanna come back home to see your face tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won't stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;It's like everytime I turn around I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss the most is waking up next to you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, man, I wish that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;And I can't lie, but everytime I leave my heart turns grey&lt;br /&gt;And I, I wanna come back home to see your face tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait.. I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won't stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait.. I can wait forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats just a price I've gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;But when I come back home to feel your touch makes it better&lt;br /&gt;'Til that day there's nothing else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can take it&lt;br /&gt;(Just can't take it)&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait.. I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you come my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it won't stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I can wait, I can wait.. I can wait forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Believe me, I will::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2362232137183123366?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2362232137183123366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2362232137183123366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2362232137183123366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2362232137183123366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-wait-forever-simple-plan.html' title='I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7147282669074187202</id><published>2009-01-16T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:43:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Let's Compare</title><content type='html'>"Imagine you're at your corner, staring to your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;You don't stare in his eyes to taunt him.&lt;br /&gt;You don't stare in his eyes to scare him.&lt;br /&gt;You just... stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him be strong. Let him stare right back and smurk.&lt;br /&gt;Coz' in that moment, he has left the most vulnerable part unguarded.&lt;br /&gt;Not the mind. Not the body. The soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onced embraced by the confidence and will to kill,&lt;br /&gt;is now bathed with the worst fears of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment of his weakness, strike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Calculating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The True You Values Harmony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::If this was hard, thank God I didn't. Coz' losing you, is not an option::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7147282669074187202?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7147282669074187202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7147282669074187202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7147282669074187202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7147282669074187202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-lets-compare.html' title='Now Let&apos;s Compare'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1565262986154155701</id><published>2009-01-05T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:10:12.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Old With You</title><content type='html'>Look at you. All grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm proud of ya.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it's cause you've changed,&lt;br /&gt;just not the way I've always thought you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, no apologies this time.&lt;br /&gt;No tears too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a broken heart, a lost soul and a jar of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::You're my resolution::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1565262986154155701?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1565262986154155701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1565262986154155701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1565262986154155701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1565262986154155701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2009/01/grow-old-with-you.html' title='Grow Old With You'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7156565401490447916</id><published>2008-12-25T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:21:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>First time's just a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;Second's the worst phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third, it'll end with how the first sets out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Can it still be called karma?::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7156565401490447916?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7156565401490447916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7156565401490447916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7156565401490447916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7156565401490447916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/12/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Miracle 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different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I hope it won't matter..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not the issue of apathy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But rather the lack of empathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not the issue of need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But rather the issue of want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not issue of hurting you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But rather the thought of losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But if all else fails,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, I'm terribly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I want this more than anything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;To do the things we want to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;To hear the words we'd thought we'll never say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And to know that someone is never away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;::Oh dammit. It's an issue of ego::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8642690571694361400?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8642690571694361400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8642690571694361400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8642690571694361400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8642690571694361400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-worlds-apart.html' title='2 worlds apart'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-370439561547681341</id><published>2008-11-12T10:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:12:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind - Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I watched helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A past so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That even you could not bury if you tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hopes of dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Would be like it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this&lt;br /&gt;It seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I loved you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And part of me died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this why&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever want to leave&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I loved you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And part of me died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You don't deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;::But this you did::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-370439561547681341?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/370439561547681341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=370439561547681341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/370439561547681341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/370439561547681341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-lifehouse.html' title='Blind - Lifehouse'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4924242270820122682</id><published>2008-10-22T01:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:42:04.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Fall - Amber Pacific</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is for the ones who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;believe their lives won't change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoping that someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;things will mend and be the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And this is for the ones who have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lost it all and all that's left to gain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is a simple reminder that the things that were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;blind to slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;How can I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Say I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;painful mistake&lt;/span&gt; has left me here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if I fall through these nights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't seem to go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a sign that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;you're with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gives me the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;strength to hold on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now that the lines been broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm too afraid to just look back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The pages have left an empty space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;You were all I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why does it have to be this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;These things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;they'll never change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still I'm left with knowing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;content and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this is all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if I fall through these days that go by without cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;painful mistake&lt;/span&gt; has left me here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And if I fall through these nights I can't seem to go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a sign that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;you're with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;gives me the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;strength to hold on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just thought that I could make it clearer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not whether I want to or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not about how I'm oblivious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It has nothing to do about anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's just... us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever walked on a one-way street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and realised that you are walking the wrong way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::It was because that's where I want to be::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I won't say superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As much as we know about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we can't understand at all actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nothing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heart will tell you what the mind sets to seek in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::Second time, still a failure::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4924242270820122682?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4924242270820122682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4924242270820122682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4924242270820122682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4924242270820122682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-fall-amber-pacific.html' title='If I Fall - Amber Pacific'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8431133429185379505</id><published>2008-09-11T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:59:50.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in My Head</title><content type='html'>A thousand and one reasons fly by me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can't seem to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost dream?&lt;br /&gt;Or a near future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;Or just plain crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two songs.&lt;br /&gt;Two lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Too bad it's all charades::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8431133429185379505?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8431133429185379505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8431133429185379505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8431133429185379505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8431133429185379505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in My Head'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3644034676869197213</id><published>2008-07-06T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:43:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Rain -  X Japan</title><content type='html'>1) Wrong. You've got it all wrong. Please, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't believe in soulmates. I believe in 2 people falling in love and working hard on their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If I had known that it was the last time I would be seeing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's still my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I know you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I would change everything, so that we would crash into each other, as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Read from page 1. Read your last page. And tell me that it at least meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Counting back. 1 week. And I still blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Nightlight Confessions ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3644034676869197213?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3644034676869197213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3644034676869197213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3644034676869197213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3644034676869197213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/07/endless-rain-x-japan.html' title='Endless Rain -  X Japan'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1899374700689739181</id><published>2008-05-25T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:48:57.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the heat is off....</title><content type='html'>Screw the "Hold it in" shit.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the "Relax" shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the "1....10" shit.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'm swallowing shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C'mon. You really think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the times we had... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would have concluded the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But then again, all your friends told me otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The genius of it all, you see, is the word exactly, perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;matches the condition we have here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I suggest you drop it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You've dropped once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another time, you might just... Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There has always been two sides of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I really don't want to, but I hate one of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But then again, I might just be the bigger bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;For you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I can't stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ever since I saw us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't stop wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And worse still, it might all be my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::And lastly, for you::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1899374700689739181?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1899374700689739181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1899374700689739181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1899374700689739181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1899374700689739181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-heat-is-off.html' title='Now the heat is off....'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2860925193945980550</id><published>2008-05-11T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:46:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, loved the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have taken quite a while,&lt;br /&gt;But it's still there isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you deny,&lt;br /&gt;It has always haunted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;They wrote a song about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Haha. I'm such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2860925193945980550?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2860925193945980550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2860925193945980550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2860925193945980550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2860925193945980550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5731111780488198225</id><published>2008-05-08T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:18:01.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of '69 - Bowling For Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got my first real six string&lt;br /&gt;Bought it at the five and dime&lt;br /&gt;Played it till my fingers bled&lt;br /&gt;Was the summer of '69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some guys from school&lt;br /&gt;Had a band and we tried real hard&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy quit and Jodi got married&lt;br /&gt;should've known we'd never get far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I look back now&lt;br /&gt;That summer seemed to last forever&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the choice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - I'd always wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no use in complainin'&lt;br /&gt;When you got a job to do&lt;br /&gt;Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I met you - yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on your mama's porch&lt;br /&gt;You told me that you'd wait forever&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was now or never&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Back in the summer of '69&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we were killin' time&lt;br /&gt;We were young and restless&lt;br /&gt;We needed to unwind&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the times are changin'&lt;br /&gt;Look at everything that's come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Anytime when I play that old six string&lt;br /&gt;I think about you wonder what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on your mama's porch (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;You told me that we'd last forever&lt;br /&gt;Only when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew that it was now or never&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;Back in the summer of '69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Without you, it would have meant nothing::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5731111780488198225?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5731111780488198225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5731111780488198225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5731111780488198225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5731111780488198225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-of-69-bowling-for-soup.html' title='Summer of &apos;69 - Bowling For Soup'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6334094673164259051</id><published>2008-04-30T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:49:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me if This hurts.</title><content type='html'>I still remember how you used to despise them.&lt;br /&gt;Loathe them.&lt;br /&gt;Smother them will such hate.&lt;br /&gt;But just to know that you're just as weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes no common sense to know that it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;It's not who you are. It's not what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;You want to stand out.&lt;br /&gt;You want to have that barrier of safety,&lt;br /&gt;and yet put yourself in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will your game of charades end?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you stayed awake more often,&lt;br /&gt;You'll actually learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, call me an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;That's not new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes that you're lying down,&lt;br /&gt;Helpless and filled to the brim with regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be there. Right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at you, straight in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I did before, I'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;Those who remains with you,&lt;br /&gt;are the ones that betrayed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;They don't have conscience.&lt;br /&gt;They are just as pathetic as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::At least I learnt to walk away::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6334094673164259051?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6334094673164259051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6334094673164259051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6334094673164259051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6334094673164259051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgive-me-if-this-hurts.html' title='Forgive me if This hurts.'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5314277622357648643</id><published>2008-04-27T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:07:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt and Smile, then Break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how I'll meet you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;each day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be it morning, afternoon, evening;&lt;br /&gt;Or even during times when we wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that each moment is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unspeakable&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You weren't here nor there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; You weren't up or down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; You're just... you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; I was never here or there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm never up or down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm just... pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;first glance&lt;/span&gt;, you made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;quiver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was all it takes to lure my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;That was all it takes to steal my lowly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pounded so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That the cars don't seem to move.&lt;br /&gt;That the birds don't seem to sing.&lt;br /&gt;And the people don't seem to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment, embraced with nothing but desire.&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; some,&lt;/span&gt; it may be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;, it would mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::But to me, you're worth the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5314277622357648643?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5314277622357648643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5314277622357648643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5314277622357648643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5314277622357648643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/melt-and-smile-then-break.html' title='Melt and Smile, then Break.'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2462261401713721196</id><published>2008-04-16T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:08:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trustworthy - Trust Worth Not</title><content type='html'>Someone said once,&lt;br /&gt;"Shit happens. Suck it up and move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also added,&lt;br /&gt;"Mistakes forms memories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;2) Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;5) Forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;Shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz each word that comes out of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Are nothing but a buzzing noise::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2462261401713721196?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2462261401713721196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2462261401713721196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2462261401713721196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2462261401713721196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/trustworthy-trust-worth-not.html' title='Trustworthy - Trust Worth Not'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6943883749298454710</id><published>2008-04-13T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:49:34.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt</title><content type='html'>If you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;let them go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If they come back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;they're yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't, then you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Relax. Relax. Relax::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6943883749298454710?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6943883749298454710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6943883749298454710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6943883749298454710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6943883749298454710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/excerpt.html' title='An excerpt'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3732626430320774769</id><published>2008-04-13T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:36:06.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we have here?</title><content type='html'>It felt so real. So true.&lt;br /&gt;Even before you know it, Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, when reality strikes hard,&lt;br /&gt;you begin to question why. Porqué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk time?&lt;br /&gt;Presence?&lt;br /&gt;Show-off?&lt;br /&gt;Something to fill the spaces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Happiness. Such a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Misery lies behind each obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the reward for overcoming it.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, when it comes in large,&lt;br /&gt;Very little can overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 16 years of my life finding out.&lt;br /&gt;It took 3 years to somehow understand.&lt;br /&gt;It'll take the rest of my life to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'll never forgive you too::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it would not have ended,&lt;br /&gt;If all was meant to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not be a lie,&lt;br /&gt;If it was meant to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, things would be better,&lt;br /&gt;If none of these were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Blind, Deaf and now Mute::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3732626430320774769?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3732626430320774769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3732626430320774769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3732626430320774769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3732626430320774769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-we-have-here.html' title='What do we have here?'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4139270385656141372</id><published>2008-04-12T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:14:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of the Game</title><content type='html'>This is what I learnt from my 3 hr session with my psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shit happens. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;2) You gain some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;3) Confidence and high self-esteem is the key to achieving all in life.&lt;br /&gt;4) Erh... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Right back at you.&lt;br /&gt;6) Take your time. Take your time.&lt;br /&gt;7) It takes two hands to clap. It takes one hand to slap.&lt;br /&gt;8) Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;9) Talk more.&lt;br /&gt;10) Fuck what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::And we all end up as losers::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4139270385656141372?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4139270385656141372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4139270385656141372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4139270385656141372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4139270385656141372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/rules-of-game.html' title='Rules of the Game'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5329833439101998873</id><published>2008-04-11T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:40:44.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's keep things in Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1) At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anytime I finish my Uni (if I get) and have a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;Should be around 27-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2)What i want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The medals for Saturday's competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3) Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No one in particular. If you trust a person too much, you might never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;when you'll get bitten in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4) Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since the question does not state what, I'll just shit my way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Confidence in studies: Low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Confidence in friends: Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Confidence in CCA: Neutral - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Confidence in self: Not sure really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Confidence in love: Haha. Yea right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;5) If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The day that I have the guts to actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or the dream of finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6) Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The question makes it sound like rainbows are magical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;7) What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My handphone. After not using it for half a day, I realise I can't live without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And ouh... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;8) Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If a love for someone is pure enough, yes. But that's in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;In real life, if it happens.... Oh wait. It doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;9) If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Being a guy, there's this stupid rule that I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If I have to confess, it'll be from playing truth or dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Other than that, it'll not be known until the girl confesses to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;YES. The girl confess. There are reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;10) List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She's fun to talk too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She's helpful all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And she trusts her friends. Yes. You do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;11) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No matter what they say, looks ALWAYS matters. Yes people, ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The "looks does not matter" is just shit that people made up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Just to make themselves LOOK GOOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SEE! Looks does matter. It's just whether it's small or large extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, i'll go for moderate looks, kind at heart, bold and most importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;she has to agree that it is okay if we have conflicting ideas or theories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And she'll love to share and debate, but no hard feelings whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Usually couples break up with the reason that they have little in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If we need to be in common, might as well I date myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;12) What type of person do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Those who whine about how bad their life is all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If people do it at times, it is okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But if you do stupid stuff just because life sucks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, you are being a big dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That's not being sensitive or showing your dark side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;That's just trying to attract attention and being a punkass jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;13) Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Define friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;14) Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Without a doubt in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;15) What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Right now, it's my bed. Other than that, it'll have to be health.&lt;br /&gt;My friend's, family's or acquaintance's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worse than seeing someone you know fighting for his/her life,&lt;br /&gt;and all you can do is stand and pray, not knowing if he/she will ever make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;16) Do you find it is a need for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes there are things that you wanna talk about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but not with your friends (guys).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Coz they'll tend to make stupid comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So yea, it'll be nice to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But a relationship should lessen someone's burden, not increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;17) At this point of time, would you rather be a heart breaker or a heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll be the one who mends the broken hearts of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;18) What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eyes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Someone different and someone who at least taught&lt;br /&gt;them something valuable that can be used in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;19) Describe the person who tagged you in 6 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;She loves to listen very attentively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;20) The place you want to go the most with your loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Some place where time doesn't matter, and stress is non-existant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't have 8, so just the people who goes to my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nad the Psychic Catwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Azrul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Liang Ting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Faat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Fad. (I don't know if you're here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Eadelin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And lastly you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;::Mad Red with Fury::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5329833439101998873?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5329833439101998873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5329833439101998873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5329833439101998873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5329833439101998873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-keep-things-in-check.html' title='Let&apos;s keep things in Check'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5228278903109185169</id><published>2008-04-01T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:08:22.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jemais Vu</title><content type='html'>You do know that I chose this life right?&lt;br /&gt;You do know that I'm contented right?&lt;br /&gt;You do know that I'm not sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::You do know that you're wrong right?::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do know that I won't say no right?&lt;br /&gt;You do know that I'm waiting right?&lt;br /&gt;You do know that I'm happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::You do know you're the one right?::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do know it's been ages right?&lt;br /&gt;You do know that it's just your mindset right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do know that when you grow up,&lt;br /&gt;all this shit is gonna come back to you,&lt;br /&gt;and you're gonna cry and regret just like how you did before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Yes. I know::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5228278903109185169?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5228278903109185169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5228278903109185169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5228278903109185169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5228278903109185169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/04/jemais-vu.html' title='Jemais Vu'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-928519822689774698</id><published>2008-03-22T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:14:41.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translate This For Me</title><content type='html'>If one person says you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;She may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two person says you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they could be biased against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If three people says you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;May be they don't know you so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a freaking group says you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It IS YOU. Not them. You. Yes, You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ouh, you have more... friends...than I do.&lt;br /&gt;That makes it significant now, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Ruining my life should not be your number 1 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;You'll listen to them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a slightly faded memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most men say,&lt;br /&gt;It's not you. It's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::No, wait... IT IS YOU::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-928519822689774698?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/928519822689774698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=928519822689774698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/928519822689774698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/928519822689774698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/03/translate-this-for-me.html' title='Translate This For Me'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-874498361401638172</id><published>2008-03-22T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:00:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk off... F-Face</title><content type='html'>As much as it kills me to say this,&lt;br /&gt;I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it pains you,&lt;br /&gt;I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it disappoints you,&lt;br /&gt;I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really,&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I TOLD YOU SO::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-874498361401638172?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/874498361401638172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=874498361401638172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/874498361401638172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/874498361401638172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/03/jerk-off-f-face.html' title='Jerk off... F-Face'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4660983233709052029</id><published>2008-03-19T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:16:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Left Me - McFly</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She walked in and said she didn't wanna no anymore&lt;br /&gt;Before I could ask why she was gone out the door&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;What I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;But now I just can't move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she left me, she told me&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'll be ok you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;Believe me you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew what she meant, and its not what she said&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't believe that she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried callin' her up on her phone, no one's there&lt;br /&gt;Well I've left messages after the tone&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;What I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;But now I just can’t move on, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she left me, she told me&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, you'll be ok, you don’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Believe me you’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew what she meant, and it’s not what she said&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't believe she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since she left me, she told me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, you'll be ok, you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;No, believe me you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew what she meant, and it's not what she said&lt;br /&gt;Now I, can't believe that she's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just can't stop screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  it's retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Maybe, it's you::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21606717-4660983233709052029?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4660983233709052029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4660983233709052029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4660983233709052029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4660983233709052029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-left-me-mcfly.html' title='She Left Me - McFly'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7558992719889038785</id><published>2008-03-17T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:04:09.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is an expression of lies and illusion</title><content type='html'>Love: A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expression: The act of expressing or setting forth in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies: Something meant to deceive or give a wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusion: Something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::It's already filled::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7558992719889038785?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7558992719889038785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7558992719889038785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7558992719889038785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7558992719889038785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-expression-of-lies-and-illusion.html' title='Love is an expression of lies and illusion'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4302162115861316419</id><published>2008-03-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:33:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;All it takes is a true love's kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::And a happily ever after::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4302162115861316419?l=1-mpact.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-21606717.post-2271767834662165930</id><published>2008-03-06T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:24:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All those who suffered in Silence</title><content type='html'>Little did he know,&lt;br /&gt;That the sun will never shine,&lt;br /&gt;That the rain will never fall,&lt;br /&gt;That the birds will never sing,&lt;br /&gt;And the words will never rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz when he cries,&lt;br /&gt;The world ignores.&lt;br /&gt;And he is left in bitter silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the pain is swept from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Poor, poor child::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2271767834662165930?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21606717.post-72502014206410543</id><published>2008-03-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:56:43.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Exams</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;Econs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I Hate You::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-72502014206410543?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/72502014206410543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=72502014206410543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it starts to heal in comes a bitter end&lt;br /&gt;Well you were already to leave my side and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're coming too close and I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I'll pick you up or let you come in again&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this before, so please understand&lt;br /&gt;That nothing in this heart can save you from the pain you seek&lt;br /&gt;If you pick up the phone please don't call on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can save you from the undertow&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can blame us for the past&lt;br /&gt;Just as I started thinking "Everything's alright"&lt;br /&gt;You showed us surely that the tenth time was your last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're coming too close and I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I'll pick you up or let you come in again&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this before, so please understand&lt;br /&gt;That nothing in this heart can save you from the pain you seek&lt;br /&gt;If you pick up the phone please don't call on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw you falling to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Seems like things get worse when no one is around&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're coming too close and I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I'll pick you up or let you come in again&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this before, so please understand&lt;br /&gt;That nothing in this heart can save you from the pain you seek&lt;br /&gt;If you pick up the phone please dont call on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can help you when you need it,&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you when you are afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I can catch you if you fall,&lt;br /&gt;I can lend you my shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Don't fall in love with me::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-844859307945716792</id><published>2008-02-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:51:49.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Than Fiction</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair,&lt;br /&gt;in routine and constancy,&lt;br /&gt;in hopelessness and tragedy,&lt;br /&gt;we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or a kind and loving gesture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;or subtle encouragement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;or a loving embrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;or an offer of comfort, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs,&lt;br /&gt;an uneaten Danish,&lt;br /&gt;soft-spoken secrets,&lt;br /&gt;and Fender Stratocasters,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the occasional piece of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we must remember that all these things,&lt;br /&gt;the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties,&lt;br /&gt;which we assume only accessorize our days,&lt;br /&gt;are effective for a much larger and nobler cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are here to save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I know the idea seems strange,&lt;br /&gt;but I also know that it just so happens to be true.&lt;br /&gt;And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Coincidences?::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-844859307945716792?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/844859307945716792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=844859307945716792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/844859307945716792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/844859307945716792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/02/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger Than Fiction'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3082297786988128824</id><published>2008-01-31T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:44:11.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeadButt Reunion</title><content type='html'>Well, tues we had a funny session.&lt;br /&gt;Took vids and all. Quality.... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Up to ya'll to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow cannot put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna watch... haha, open the links in a new tab/window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As intro:&lt;br /&gt;Fadhil (At the back) - Drums&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz [Yes, his name is Hafiz too] (Brown Top, Jeans) - Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Zaim (Long Hair) - Guitars&lt;br /&gt;Adilin (Uniform-ed) - Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1879654"&gt;TBS Cover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cover of You're So Last Summer by Taking Back Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the voices. After screaming 3 times, it kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I think the most "decent" vid we had the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1879684"&gt;XPDC Cover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cover of a malay oldie song, Apa Nak Dikata by XPDC.&lt;br /&gt;All tried to act geeky.&lt;br /&gt;Zaim - Guitar up high. Me - Tucked in high. Adilin - Button up high.&lt;br /&gt;But the very last part was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At 0:45 to 0:50 looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;- At 4:22 onwards, Adilin's movement is SO WRONG. Basically throughout the whole song is  wrong ah, but at that time was worse.&lt;br /&gt;- 5:15 onwards, movements weren't plan. But turned out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1879706"&gt;Hafiz Forgetting Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing like crazy, Hafiz screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Watch closely at Hafiz from 0:20 to 0:30.&lt;br /&gt;The song is Fireworks by Plain White T's anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;::Brothers with Arms::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3082297786988128824?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3082297786988128824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3082297786988128824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;Thanks for all you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've missed you for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe you're gone, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You still live in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel you in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You guide me constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was to be alone, no&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;You were always home waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I come home&lt;br /&gt;And I miss your face so&lt;br /&gt;Smiling down on me&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And its your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sing it while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel I can't hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sing tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause it comforts me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I carry the things that remind me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In loving memory of the one that was so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You were as kind as you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And even though you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You still mean the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was to be alone, no&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;You were always home waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I come home&lt;br /&gt;And its not the same no&lt;br /&gt;It feels empty and alone&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You're a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's your song&lt;br /&gt;That sets me free&lt;br /&gt;I sing it while&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;I sing tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it comforts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm glad He set you free from sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I'll still love you more tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you'll be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With me still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you did you did with feeling&lt;br /&gt;And you always found a meaning&lt;br /&gt;And you always will&lt;br /&gt;And you always will&lt;br /&gt;And you always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You're a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And it's your song&lt;br /&gt;That sets me free&lt;br /&gt;I sing it while&lt;br /&gt;I feel I can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;I sing tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it comforts me&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory,&lt;br /&gt;Kenrick Tan.&lt;br /&gt;1990-2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::R.I.P, Friend::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2329111013348143597?l=1-mpact.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-21606717.post-1091162086908463845</id><published>2008-01-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:20:15.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Blues</title><content type='html'>If love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;How did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is everlasting,&lt;br /&gt;What will we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is divine,&lt;br /&gt;When will we learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is so true,&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::An Excerpt from the BLACKBOOK::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1091162086908463845?l=1-mpact.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-21606717.post-2768714209371314597</id><published>2008-01-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:11:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Regret (Sincere, Not Emo)</title><content type='html'>I regret for not communicating anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Coz now, I'll never have that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret for  manipulating you.&lt;br /&gt;Coz now I'm confused just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not being nice,&lt;br /&gt;Coz now, I've lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret being a coward,&lt;br /&gt;Coz now, I'm just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret giving you hope,&lt;br /&gt;Coz now, I feel hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret for breaking you apart.&lt;br /&gt;Coz even when you're built,&lt;br /&gt;Scars from the past are still present.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::And it's all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my fault&lt;/span&gt;::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2768714209371314597?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2768714209371314597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2768714209371314597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2768714209371314597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2768714209371314597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-regret-sincere-not-emo.html' title='Damn Regret (Sincere, Not Emo)'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3092769629499763807</id><published>2008-01-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:13:19.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Fairytale</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy thought he was smart.&lt;br /&gt;So he fished slowly at the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did he realised, he had lost his bait.&lt;br /&gt;So he kept on fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy came by the pond,&lt;br /&gt;And picked up the bait from the water.&lt;br /&gt;Attached to it, was the most beautiful fish in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Screw This Shit::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3092769629499763807?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3092769629499763807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3092769629499763807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3092769629499763807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3092769629499763807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/typical-fairytale.html' title='A Typical Fairytale'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2481098475830680987</id><published>2008-01-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:51:36.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could</title><content type='html'>Don't.&lt;br /&gt;That's the last thing you'll wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;Some a little.&lt;br /&gt;Some a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we're in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still have fun,&lt;br /&gt;And fall back like you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz God gave you friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those who will be there when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be a little early.&lt;br /&gt;Some may be a little late.&lt;br /&gt;None the less, we're here to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As corny and dumb as it all sounds,&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::This ain't lies::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2481098475830680987?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2481098475830680987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2481098475830680987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2481098475830680987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2481098475830680987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-could.html' title='I wish I could'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5315395765034539339</id><published>2008-01-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:05:21.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail of Broken Hearts - Dragonforce</title><content type='html'>Here we are, far beyond the distant sky&lt;br /&gt;I've seen all the world and how the story will be over&lt;br /&gt;Through the snow and tainted mountains we have climbed&lt;br /&gt;Now we have found the light that guides us over&lt;br /&gt;Through the falling rain we've travelled far and wide&lt;br /&gt;And through the blackest darkness, stars above shining bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the sun and winter rain will fall&lt;br /&gt;All our lives we all were waiting for a sign to call&lt;br /&gt;We're walking hand in hand in dreams of endless time&lt;br /&gt;How do we know when we will leave this life behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at life through eyes of mine&lt;br /&gt;The hate, the fear and the pain&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling held deep inside&lt;br /&gt;When life you live is in vain&lt;br /&gt;(Life you live is in vain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days&lt;br /&gt;And all alone we'll be where time can never heal&lt;br /&gt;With the trail of broken hearts flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we walk this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;There are times that we were wading through the rain and cold&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in memories of what we left behind&lt;br /&gt;Relive the dreams, the endless screams of pain inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives are filled with emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The fear returns once again&lt;br /&gt;Searching endlessly, now we will see&lt;br /&gt;Drown your mind in the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Drown your mind in the pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days&lt;br /&gt;And all alone we'll be where time can never heal&lt;br /&gt;With the trail of broken hearts flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last temptation will be all that's left for me&lt;br /&gt;When I see those tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;When I hear those lies you lie&lt;br /&gt;When I feel all creation now falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the reason to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away down the lonely roads of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes to see the light of brighter days&lt;br /&gt;And all alone we'll be where time can never heal&lt;br /&gt;With the trail of broken hearts flying free...&lt;br /&gt;The trail of broken hearts flying free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'll tear mine out, and give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;But In the even where some asshole breaks it, your's will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to either.&lt;br /&gt;But someone has to lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::No Buts::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5315395765034539339?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5315395765034539339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5315395765034539339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5315395765034539339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5315395765034539339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/trail-of-broken-hearts-dragonforce.html' title='Trail of Broken Hearts - Dragonforce'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5288665369184823613</id><published>2008-01-06T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:29:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Funny That Way</title><content type='html'>I need to do my homework,&lt;br /&gt;But I got no idea how to do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher's gonna scold me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's funny that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, not even the slightest light.&lt;br /&gt;And some others have already begun to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's funny that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::The Last Laugh::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5288665369184823613?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5288665369184823613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5288665369184823613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5288665369184823613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5288665369184823613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-funny-that-way.html' title='Life&apos;s Funny That Way'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8757558182535806472</id><published>2008-01-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:24:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose - LeAnn Rimes (Bette Midler Cover)</title><content type='html'>If you feel that I am dedicating this post to you,&lt;br /&gt;For various reasons that only we know,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFhJUk7LNT0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFhJUk7LNT0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a river                    &lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed                    &lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a razer                    &lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed                    &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;Some say love it is a hunger                    &lt;br /&gt;an endless aching need                    &lt;br /&gt;I say love it is a flower                    &lt;br /&gt;and you it's only seed                    &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;When the night has been too lonely                    &lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long                    &lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only                    &lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong                    &lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter                   &lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snows                    &lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed                    &lt;br /&gt;That with the sun's love                    &lt;br /&gt;In the spring     &lt;br /&gt;Becomes the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;::Need I Say More?::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8757558182535806472?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8757558182535806472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8757558182535806472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8757558182535806472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8757558182535806472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/rose-leann-rhimes-bette-midler-cover.html' title='The Rose - LeAnn Rimes (Bette Midler Cover)'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7022024368792204421</id><published>2008-01-01T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:55:35.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Not exactly the best plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet at 6, met at 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;Went to LJS to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for bus at wrong bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Crossed over. Took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped at wrong station.&lt;br /&gt;Went walking ard the boring shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;Came across an interesting shop.&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;Then took MRT to Sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;Sat for ard 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Finally find out where to go.&lt;br /&gt;Headed there, it was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for transport, played games.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed breeze at back of truck.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ead's house.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown.&lt;br /&gt;Played with fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Played at playground.&lt;br /&gt;Played at "Time Travel".&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long one.&lt;br /&gt;But what made it worth it was that&lt;br /&gt;I spent the time with pple I enjoy being with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Screw Jeff (You asked for it)&lt;br /&gt;2) Take A' Levels with NO REGRETS.&lt;br /&gt;3) Make up for past mistake.&lt;br /&gt;4) Smile.&lt;br /&gt;5) Try to lie as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, search deep inside you.&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies withing the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Happy New Year::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7022024368792204421?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7022024368792204421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7022024368792204421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7022024368792204421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7022024368792204421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-201290995340965825</id><published>2007-12-25T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T02:09:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Couldn't Cry</title><content type='html'>Its kinda boring now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe school's gonna make things livelier.&lt;br /&gt;Currently my only highlights are CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Get a life.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd ya think I was able to hold?&lt;br /&gt;15 years of shit really does help.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Merry Chrismas::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-201290995340965825?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/201290995340965825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=201290995340965825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/201290995340965825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/201290995340965825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/12/boy-who-couldnt-cry.html' title='The Boy Who Couldn&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5073974808575288382</id><published>2007-12-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:51:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 13</title><content type='html'>Freaking headache.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking problems.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking money.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking computer.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking virus.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Freak Lah::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5073974808575288382?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5073974808575288382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5073974808575288382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5073974808575288382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5073974808575288382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/12/lucky-13.html' title='Lucky 13'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6112819035145791993</id><published>2007-12-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:08:54.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes - Headbutt Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Behind the scenes, we used to talk,&lt;br /&gt;About the distance we had walked,&lt;br /&gt;About the things that we had done,&lt;br /&gt;About the jokes we thought was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter we share,&lt;br /&gt;The tears we shed,&lt;br /&gt;The moments we spare,&lt;br /&gt;The live we had,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing through the darkest days,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the painful ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like soaring high with you,&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like the darkest skies are blue...&lt;br /&gt;Each day we met,The wishes we had,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt it all was true,&lt;br /&gt;And I, Just wanna spend my life, With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes, we used to fight,&lt;br /&gt;About our conversations at night,&lt;br /&gt;About the hatred in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;About the things that sets us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we cared,&lt;br /&gt;The times we cried,&lt;br /&gt;The times we regret,&lt;br /&gt;The times we lied,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing throught the darkest days,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the painful ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I,Feel like soaring high with you,&lt;br /&gt;And I,Feel like the darkest skies are blue...&lt;br /&gt;Each day we met,The wishes we had,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt it all was true,&lt;br /&gt;And I,Just wanna spend my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like soaring high with you,&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like the darkest skies are blue...&lt;br /&gt;Each day we met,The wishes we had,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt it all was true,&lt;br /&gt;And I, Just wanna spend my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like the world has stopped for you&lt;br /&gt;And I, Feel like my mind has put me through&lt;br /&gt;The promises we had,&lt;br /&gt;From times when we first met,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it all was true,&lt;br /&gt;And I, Just wanna spend my life, With you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::You know I Love You::&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/21606717-6112819035145791993?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6112819035145791993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6112819035145791993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6112819035145791993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6112819035145791993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/12/behind-scenes-headbutt-reunion.html' title='Behind The Scenes - Headbutt Reunion'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8746197194675703232</id><published>2007-12-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:21:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>After 17 years of living,&lt;br /&gt;I now realised why I hate shopping.&lt;br /&gt;It kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, been around lately to find something for my mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the angel and mortal game.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for my mortal, I'm not a present kinda guy.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stumped. Let's just pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you stand there,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep still,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you try, you will start shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Rocking back and forth, with your mind focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the focus fades away, and the ritual is broken.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, you still try relax but also control all muscles,&lt;br /&gt;As no sudden moves are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, you start to decide.&lt;br /&gt;When to pull the trigger,&lt;br /&gt;Is it now? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. You are now jerking.&lt;br /&gt;Start over. Decide. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;You slowly start to pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tired. 2 options.&lt;br /&gt;Put down the gun and relax,&lt;br /&gt;Or carry on and try.&lt;br /&gt;You decided to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the last millisecond, you jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Too late. The shot has been fired.&lt;br /&gt;What is meant to be a bullseye, is now a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you regret deciding not putting down the gun to relax,&lt;br /&gt;You regret choosing that second to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions in life are not easy. Even for the little stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But in life, there's more shots than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::If you miss one, try again::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8746197194675703232?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8746197194675703232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8746197194675703232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8746197194675703232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8746197194675703232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2797028739336357232</id><published>2007-12-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:09:21.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>Life is kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is just train.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a few up's besides shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had bbq at Mao's place yest.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the food could have been better,&lt;br /&gt;The company was indeed wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time,&lt;br /&gt;chatting, walking by the pool, sitting by the pond,&lt;br /&gt;card games, catching, blind cat. And other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Pasir Ris Sec.&lt;br /&gt;New sch. Looks ok to me.&lt;br /&gt;A lil cramped than before I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, helped out with the campcraft team.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, hell a lot still has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Nad, the psychic catwoman,&lt;br /&gt;has hooked my up to Gilmore Girls (Laugh at this Nad).&lt;br /&gt;So, less blogging, more watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::What a life::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2797028739336357232?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2797028739336357232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2797028739336357232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2797028739336357232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2797028739336357232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/12/gilmore-girls.html' title='Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6278052303881025471</id><published>2007-11-29T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:03:02.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week</title><content type='html'>Well, one week has passed.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are sometimes not who you think they are.&lt;br /&gt;They might just cling on to you because of something.&lt;br /&gt;When you're there, they try to put on a listening ear,&lt;br /&gt;But when you're gone, they just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;A friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Yeah Right::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, I'm not getting any younger.&lt;br /&gt;And, God forbid, if anything happens to me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that you can live on.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if you will, Forget me if you must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Hell Yeah::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old for this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6278052303881025471?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6278052303881025471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6278052303881025471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6278052303881025471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6278052303881025471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/week.html' title='A Week'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7635648235200286914</id><published>2007-11-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:37:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Out</title><content type='html'>Morning training. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;Rounds. Rifle and Pistol.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm in Rifle.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at pistol. Totally hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;The enrichment course costs $400.&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot. I got only $150 in my edusave.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone who knws a job opening, tell me aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after training me, vic, adi, jeff, kiku and ead hang out.&lt;br /&gt;To lazy to type the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was photo taking at D'Marquee.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, adi left and the rest of us hang out there.&lt;br /&gt;Realised we can make a silhouette, we took photos.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of them. Here are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00684.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00097.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two of the early crap photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00009.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00101.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same position, sitting down. But we decided to pose more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00099.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supposedly superhero post. Try to figure out okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00011.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00686.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If ya'll can figure out the word.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00114.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supermodel pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00106.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Band" Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00112.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hot Shot Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00683.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goddess Pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/DSC00113.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Umm... It's not what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Just a Silhouette::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7635648235200286914?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7635648235200286914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7635648235200286914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7635648235200286914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7635648235200286914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-out.html' title='Day Out'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2772611638807071255</id><published>2007-11-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:36:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost - Bowling For Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breasts&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished u would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking about all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we had our problems I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant fit it in I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess its not meant to be for me huh?&lt;br /&gt;What can I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyway, the odds are against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I almost wish you would've loved me too::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2772611638807071255?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2772611638807071255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2772611638807071255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2772611638807071255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2772611638807071255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-bowling-for-soup.html' title='Almost - Bowling For Soup'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-302003039456607011</id><published>2007-11-15T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:29:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Results of your&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenia Screening Quiz&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please note, this quiz has limited validity.&lt;br /&gt;Please interpret the below results cautiously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You scored a total of   &lt;span class="score"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Based upon your responses to this schizophrenia screening measure,  &lt;b&gt;you appear to have some early signs commonly associated with schizophrenia or a schizophrenia-related disorder&lt;/b&gt;. Your responses are similar to others who experience early symptoms of schizophrenia or a schizophrenia-related disorder. Because no online test is 100% accurate, please be aware that this does not necessarily mean you do have schizophrenia, only that this particular quiz found sufficient evidence to suggest that you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not take        this as a diagnosis of any sort, or a recommendation for        treatment. However, if would be advisable and likely        beneficial for you to seek further verification and to see if you qualify for a schizophrenia or schizophrenia-related diagnosis from a        trained mental health professional as soon as possible in order to rule out        a possible schizophrenia or psychotic disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common schizophrenia disorders diagnosed are:  &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/disorders/sx31.htm"&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/disorders/sx4.htm"&gt;Schizoaffective Disorder&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/disorders/sx89.htm"&gt;Schizophreniform Disorder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 83);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;S C O R I N G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;If you scored...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" valign="bottom"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Then...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;14 &amp;amp; up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 - 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;0 - 9&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top" width="75%"&gt; Early schizophrenia&lt;br /&gt;Possibility of early&lt;br /&gt;No schizophrenia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Haha. That explains the "talking to myself" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Results of your&lt;br /&gt;How Do Others Perceive You? Quiz&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;You scored a total of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 136);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  45&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;h3&gt;The Lively Center of Attention&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.  They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/personquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://psychcentral.com/images/person_lively.gif" alt="The Lively Center of Attention" border="0" height="90" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S C O R E S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 83);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;If you scored...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" valign="bottom"&gt; &lt;b&gt;You may be...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;61 &amp;amp; up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Vain, Self-Centered Leader &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;51 - 60&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Natural Leader &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;41 - 50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Lively Center of Attention &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;31 - 40&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Loyal Friend &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;21 - 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Careful Plodder &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt; &lt;b&gt;0 - 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddddff" valign="top"&gt; The Shy Worrier&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;::What a Day::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-302003039456607011?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/302003039456607011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=302003039456607011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/302003039456607011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/302003039456607011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive Me'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4765716230614879583</id><published>2007-11-13T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:36:54.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Happens</title><content type='html'>Whatever happens. Hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;No point giving up at this point in life.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so little has been rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, and pray on.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, things might work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Keep the Smiles::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4765716230614879583?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4765716230614879583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4765716230614879583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4765716230614879583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4765716230614879583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever-happens.html' title='Whatever Happens'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8205973585223371484</id><published>2007-11-12T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:42:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Went to WWW with some classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Victor, Jeffrey, Nash, Kiku, Ead, Man.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ah. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and lots of jokes were shared.&lt;br /&gt;And lots of pinches and bites were exchanged too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got kinda bored riding the big group slide thing.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we couldn't get a nice photo.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually we got one. Not that nice,&lt;br /&gt;but enuff to keep the memories alive I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Zim, Ead, Vic, Man, Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff left kinda soon. The four of us just talked.&lt;br /&gt;From 8.30 till 9.45, procrastinating what time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things were shared that day, can only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda wasted, it had to be only recently that the class bonded.&lt;br /&gt;If it had been sooner, i guess it'll be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;But its better late then never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the heck are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Spoiling your chance?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you the least bit happy?&lt;br /&gt;After all that was given to you, aren't you satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you need more in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There no such rule in life that you cannot make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever achieved if the person just sits and stares.&lt;br /&gt;Get ur bum off the bed and ask him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in fear, I'll hold your hands.&lt;br /&gt;If you are cold, I'll wrap my arms around you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are sad, I'll give my shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;If you are sleepy, I'll let you sleep on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there if the world were to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Coz' it's not my duty. It never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Control over me can never last long.&lt;br /&gt;Earn my respect, and I'll respect you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer a kid alright, I know what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 17 years I've learnt to swallow every shit.&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me I haven't tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Memories Will Last A Lifetime::&lt;br /&gt;::If you drop the coin, you'll lose it::&lt;br /&gt;::Friends Forever. Fullstop::&lt;br /&gt;::Here are the keys::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8205973585223371484?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8205973585223371484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8205973585223371484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8205973585223371484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8205973585223371484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4848897832991735004</id><published>2007-11-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:22:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life Live</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A bond between 2 people which consists of smiles and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Definition: A person who stands by you, and guide you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;Definition: People who are there for you, whether you want to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Read between the lines::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4848897832991735004?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4848897832991735004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4848897832991735004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4848897832991735004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4848897832991735004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-life-live.html' title='Love Life Live'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4527428755549720102</id><published>2007-11-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:57:54.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel - Shaggy Feat. Rayvon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big party when you're still young&lt;br /&gt;But who's gonna have your back when it's all done&lt;br /&gt;It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun&lt;br /&gt;Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run&lt;br /&gt;Looking back Shorty always mention&lt;br /&gt;Said me not giving her much attention&lt;br /&gt;She was there through my incarceration&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show the nation my appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a queen and so you should be treated&lt;br /&gt;Though you never get the lovin' that you needed&lt;br /&gt;Could have left, but I called and you heeded&lt;br /&gt;Begged and I pleaded, mission completed&lt;br /&gt;Mama said that I and I dissed the program&lt;br /&gt;Not the type to mess around with her emotion&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling that I have for you is so strong&lt;br /&gt;Been together so long and this could never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Girl, in spite of my behavior, said I'm your savior&lt;br /&gt;(You must be sent from up above)&lt;br /&gt;And you appear to me so tender, say girl I surrender&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for giving me your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, in spite of my behavior, well, you are my savior&lt;br /&gt;(You must be sent from up above)&lt;br /&gt;And you appear to me so tender, well, girl I surrender&lt;br /&gt;(Said thanks for giving me your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now life is one big party when you're still young&lt;br /&gt;And who's gonna have your back when it's all done&lt;br /&gt;It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun&lt;br /&gt;Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run&lt;br /&gt;Looking back Shorty always mention&lt;br /&gt;Said me not giving her much attention&lt;br /&gt;She was there through my incarceration&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show the nation my appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;::Need I say anything anymore::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4527428755549720102?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4527428755549720102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4527428755549720102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4527428755549720102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4527428755549720102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/angel-shaggy-feat-rayvon.html' title='Angel - Shaggy Feat. Rayvon'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4352201571440455763</id><published>2007-11-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:19:43.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life is full of Shit</title><content type='html'>Life in this world is not for long. Some die young, while some seems to live almost forever. Nonetheless, almost each one of us will come to a point in time where life seems biased. A time when everything you do is wrong. A time when everyone seems not to care. A time when you have all the job in the world to do, but not the time. Yea, that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote once, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when life gives you shit, throw shit back at life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I never really understood what it meant. I thought it was one of those funny quotes people come out with, until the days that followed. I realised what it meant. The meaning's actually simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the opposite of what the shit in life has given you. If the shit in life has made you feel sad by making you fail your exams, throw shit back by working harder and learnt from your mistakes. If the shit in life has broken your relationship with the person you care the most, throw shit back by remaking the broken bonds, at your own initiative. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If the shit in life has caused you to feel sick all the time, throw shit back by living healthy and become bubbly again, by keeping in mind that your time is limited. Which will be a better memory, living in a cold life feeling sick and regretting, or living a sick life, but nonetheless bubbly and smiling with the ones you love? Pick wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to tell you here, please, do not let things bring you down to a level of distraught and despair. It's not worth it. And if you think that life sucks and give you nothing but pain, think again about what life has given you: A chance to live, A chance to love, A chance to learn, A chance to experience, A chance to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'll be here when you need me::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4352201571440455763?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4352201571440455763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4352201571440455763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4352201571440455763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4352201571440455763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-life-is-full-of-shit.html' title='When life is full of Shit'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6653200194047235583</id><published>2007-10-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:56:17.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Your Friends</title><content type='html'>OP dry run was ok.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop rapping.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me lose my EE grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with S05-ers.&lt;br /&gt;Kiku, Victor, Mao, Jeff,  Hazim, Seles, Ming Lee, Ead, Xin Wei, Zolene, Melissa&lt;br /&gt;And me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;Then head on to playground.&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile. Ice and Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we re-lived childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back home with Ead, Kiku and Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Now I'm Bored to Death::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6653200194047235583?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6653200194047235583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6653200194047235583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6653200194047235583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6653200194047235583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/tell-your-friends.html' title='Tell Your Friends'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4990408654793804696</id><published>2007-10-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:14:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise - Matchbook Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if I asked you not to go&lt;br /&gt;To forget everyone, forget everything and start over with me&lt;br /&gt;Would you take my hand and never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the stars aren't out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;But neither are we to look up at them&lt;br /&gt;Why does hello feel like goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;These memories can't replace,&lt;br /&gt;These wishes I wished and dreams I chased&lt;br /&gt;Take this broken heart and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be the one to say&lt;br /&gt;Please don't, well please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy (easy, easy, easy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and never let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;Make this last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost everything when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Left remembering what it's like to have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;You're not making this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall asleep tonight, 'cause that brings me closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember the promise we had?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I broke the promise.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. Simply Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to have that rocky life.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want you to go through my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who eats the last pie will live a life of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I can't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::2 years::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4990408654793804696?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4990408654793804696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4990408654793804696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4990408654793804696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4990408654793804696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/promise-matchbook-romance.html' title='Promise - Matchbook Romance'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4632177918540227725</id><published>2007-10-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:18:55.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results and Hair</title><content type='html'>Biology ... C&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry ... D&lt;br /&gt;Maths ... B&lt;br /&gt;Econs ... B&lt;br /&gt;MT ... C&lt;br /&gt;GP ... E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not confirmed yet.&lt;br /&gt;But from the looks of it, these are the overall grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm promoted.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda sure I won't.&lt;br /&gt;So i told I'll shave if i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  I'm sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;With a crew cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Behind the Scenes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Yes, I do look ugly.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/21606717-4632177918540227725?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4632177918540227725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4632177918540227725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4632177918540227725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4632177918540227725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/results-and-hair.html' title='Results and Hair'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3363898151067037524</id><published>2007-10-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:31:36.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya And All That</title><content type='html'>First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin to all out there.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've hurt each and everyone of you out there,&lt;br /&gt;Be it intentionally or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to read this, forgive me aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This raya isn't any different.&lt;br /&gt;Usual places,&lt;br /&gt;Usual convo,&lt;br /&gt;Usual aunties and uncles saying I look different each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shit scared abt the promo results.&lt;br /&gt;Moderation or not, chances are only 50%.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll need lots of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Lots of Love to You::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3363898151067037524?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3363898151067037524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3363898151067037524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3363898151067037524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3363898151067037524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-and-all-that.html' title='Hari Raya And All That'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1996521390454200630</id><published>2007-10-09T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:19:27.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are people so scared of mice, yet we all love Mickey Mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when things get wet they get darker, even though water            is clear??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't chocolate considered a vegetable, if chocolate comes from            cocoa&lt;br /&gt;     beans, and all beans are a vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do companies offer you "free gifts?" Since when has a            gift NOT been&lt;br /&gt;     free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If scientists were ever going to figure out how to travel through time,            wouldn’t we now be seeing people from the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people who don’t want to go to hell bury themselves 6 ft.            closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people, such as S.W.A.T or Seals wear the bulletproof vests where            you can see them? Wouldn’t people aim for their head or crotch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are those little things on the end of your shoelaces called?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the T in T-Shirt really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Superman wear his briefs on the outside of his tights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have x-ray vision, and you can see through anything, wouldn't            you see through everything and actually see nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;           Why is it we have the weight of the world on our shoulders but have            to get it off our chests?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;::Why do I feel this way?::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1996521390454200630?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1996521390454200630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1996521390454200630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1996521390454200630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1996521390454200630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-with-boredom.html' title='Life with Boredom'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7355414663029463204</id><published>2007-10-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:44:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More and More Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You live life to the fullest - incorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Antisocial...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/tony-soprano.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial? That may be a bit of an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;You think rules are meant to be broken - and with gusto!&lt;br /&gt;Having no fear, you don't even think about consequences.&lt;br /&gt;But people love you anyway... you've got a boatload of charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Great Liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pretty much pull anything over on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert liar, even if you don't lie very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::More to Come::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7355414663029463204?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7355414663029463204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7355414663029463204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7355414663029463204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7355414663029463204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-and-more-tests.html' title='More and More Tests'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4923856759250165582</id><published>2007-10-06T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:52:46.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked On</title><content type='html'>Promos are a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to shit my way out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kuku got me hooked to this.&lt;br /&gt;Just Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aloof, mysterious, and distant.&lt;br /&gt;People feel like they really don't know the true you...&lt;br /&gt;Yet they're still drawn to you, almost by magnetic force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you don't even really feel like you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to put on a front than really think about your life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to seem pretentious, but it's just a mechanism you use to push people away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Straight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursexualorientationquiz/straight.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much queer about you.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just say you're straight... but not narrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursexualorientationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Sexual Orientation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is for those who think I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Monopoly My Ass::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4923856759250165582?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4923856759250165582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4923856759250165582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4923856759250165582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4923856759250165582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/hooked-on.html' title='Hooked On'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4068117001091042320</id><published>2007-10-04T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:08:44.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress-Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 72% Gentleman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/gentleman-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a gentleman. You're very considerate and you have excellent manners.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you slip and do something foolish... but usually no one notices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagentlemanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Gentleman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zaim and Adi says this is true.... Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They disagree with this anyway. They feel that I'm 90++% emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm a medium kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(156, 220, 220);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You're loyal to your friends... to a point.&lt;br /&gt;But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties.&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.&lt;br /&gt;If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value humility a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be an easy going, humble person.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally your ego takes over.&lt;br /&gt;You have a slight competitive streak - and the need to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, I'm the middle person. Except the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great! Just Great~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Balanced - Believer - Powerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You feel your life is controlled both externally and internally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You have a good sense of what you can control and what you should let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Depending on the situation, you sometimes try to exert more control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other times, you accept things for what they are and go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are a true believer in luck, fate, and karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You believe that life is a game of chance - not a game of skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You either consider yourself very unlucky or very lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter what, you don't feel like you can change the hand you were dealt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't care much about what others think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But they better care what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thethreedimensionluckandpowertest/"&gt;The Three Dimension Luck and Power Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Lucky Me Then::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4068117001091042320?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4068117001091042320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4068117001091042320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4068117001091042320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4068117001091042320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/stress-off.html' title='Stress-Off'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8066464563711852827</id><published>2007-10-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:36:40.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos</title><content type='html'>2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio.&lt;br /&gt;Econs.&lt;br /&gt;Chem.&lt;br /&gt;Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'm Doomed::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8066464563711852827?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8066464563711852827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8066464563711852827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8066464563711852827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8066464563711852827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/promos.html' title='Promos'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3573133914842404920</id><published>2007-10-01T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:47:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 First Dates</title><content type='html'>It would be great if I could see you each day.&lt;br /&gt;And each day, I'll live to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Over, and over, and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;That way, if I screw up the day,&lt;br /&gt;you won't remember it the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some way or another,&lt;br /&gt;I were to hurt you so badly,&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry before you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up cheerful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some way or another,&lt;br /&gt;You were to hurt me so badly,&lt;br /&gt;At least you wouldn't feel guilt the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each day, we'll experience our first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;knowing every sin is forgotten each time the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each time I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm content. For I love you for your perfections,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::And your Imperfections::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3573133914842404920?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3573133914842404920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3573133914842404920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3573133914842404920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3573133914842404920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/10/50-first-dates.html' title='50 First Dates'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4470458300478672722</id><published>2007-09-29T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:01:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder (Acoustic) - Boys Like Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why&lt;br /&gt;I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;br /&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I need to step outside&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe theres a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll make it out&lt;br /&gt;But you just gotta give me time&lt;br /&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby bring on the pain&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::A Feeling Inside::&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/21606717-4470458300478672722?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4470458300478672722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4470458300478672722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4470458300478672722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4470458300478672722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/thunder-acoustic-boys-like-girls.html' title='Thunder (Acoustic) - Boys Like Girls'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-73006984969381168</id><published>2007-09-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:52:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Without Words</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my world of studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In my world of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In my world of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f... would be appropriate now.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Promos will be held this two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GP down, Bio, Maths, Chem and Econs to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next is PW's WR final draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, MT anchor test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Followed by MT A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then PW's OP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Poly would have been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I guess I'm lost:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm sorry if the trust I've given you is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Coz frankly, you've got more than others.&lt;br /&gt;I even covered your ass from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;The least you could do was stop.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, I know it may sound "fantasizing".&lt;br /&gt;But as one puts it, "The walls have ears, the windows have eyes"&lt;br /&gt;And I have a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about the transactions going on.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot be bothered to do something.&lt;br /&gt;If you're a true friend, face me and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't seem to locate me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I guess I'm lost::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, No, Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;It's all so vague.&lt;br /&gt;Part seems fantasy. Part seems reality.&lt;br /&gt;Part seems impossible. Part seems confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the pressures that is upon me,&lt;br /&gt;my mind seems like a never ending maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I guess I'm lost::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh ya,&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thx Eadd for the post! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention this before,&lt;br /&gt;but she's also track vice-chair!&lt;br /&gt;Her SGC will be freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Congrats to you then::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-73006984969381168?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/73006984969381168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=73006984969381168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/73006984969381168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/73006984969381168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-without-words.html' title='Lost Without Words'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-835698596554790534</id><published>2007-09-22T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:39:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This And All That Too</title><content type='html'>Ok... Eadelin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll do this one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/6a11581f.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peeps. The one on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;extreme left&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eadelin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She may look 10, or 7,  but she's 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES,  people.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But when you meet her... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll die thinking&lt;/span&gt;, "How the heck can she be 17??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No offence Ead =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;class chairperson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;student councillor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;tracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/7451914f.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And a loudhailer (oops).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/038f1729.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;She's blur at times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/6cbbc09d.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And she's very rough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/a397c598.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And somehow she&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; LOVES TO TAKE PHOTOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/f963372b.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, she's still a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to feel stress at times.&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of commitments you have,&lt;br /&gt;It'll be amazing if you can excel in all.&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u37/ziecke221/069417f7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Whatever happens, your friends will be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Well, I know I will::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-835698596554790534?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/835698596554790534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=835698596554790534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/835698596554790534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/835698596554790534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-and-all-that-too.html' title='This And All That Too'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1229265855692393696</id><published>2007-09-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:10:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and All That</title><content type='html'>The week's been tiring.&lt;br /&gt;With constant sleeping and all,&lt;br /&gt;Class is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault for going to a JC anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But what is bitter to endure, is sweet to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and LT, I can't get the quiz up here. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I guess this is this::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1229265855692393696?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1229265855692393696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1229265855692393696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1229265855692393696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1229265855692393696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-and-all-that.html' title='This and All That'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5403060113606442365</id><published>2007-09-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:49:09.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Number 5</title><content type='html'>So I took this life number test online,&lt;br /&gt;Check it out whether it's real for me aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in life is to live freely and collect experiences. &lt;p&gt;You love life - new adventures, new people, new ideas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are very curious, and you crave novelty in all forms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You tend to make friends easily, and you enjoy the company of all types of people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In love, you are fun and even a bit intoxicating. But you won't stick around for long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are impulsive and spontaneous - which sometimes leads you to do things you regret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you can be overindulgent with food, sex, or drugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have many talents, so many that you are often scattered and unfocused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;::Only If Life Was That Simple::&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5403060113606442365?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5403060113606442365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5403060113606442365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5403060113606442365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5403060113606442365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-number-5.html' title='Life Number 5'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8715698751049430029</id><published>2007-09-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:53:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management Again</title><content type='html'>I don't know what your real intentions are, but it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act as if you can get away with things. You can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's coming in, but everthing's coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Friends? What friends? Better yet... What are friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm wrong just to prove that I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Just great::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8715698751049430029?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8715698751049430029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8715698751049430029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8715698751049430029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8715698751049430029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/anger-management-again.html' title='Anger Management Again'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-9152272871330308326</id><published>2007-09-09T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:48:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and More</title><content type='html'>Friends. Funny people.&lt;br /&gt;They are often portrayed as hope.&lt;br /&gt;People who give faith. Encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;People who understands. Stand by each other.&lt;br /&gt;And all those crap things regarding trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever so often you see backstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;Bad-mouthing. Jealousy. Hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;And you always think, I don't do those.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. You do. It's a human thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe friends ARE like goods.&lt;br /&gt;They possess pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;But are pros being outweigh by cons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind not having friends.&lt;br /&gt;breaking down alone,&lt;br /&gt;being back stabbed.&lt;br /&gt;being looked down,&lt;br /&gt;being an object of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Coz you don't deserve my trust::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, didn't study much during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time lepaking and enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Had bio spa. No comments. Went to eat and went out with Nash, Zim and Adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Band prac. Was a blast. Laughed till I almost crap in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: First day of SFA course. It was fun ah. And gruesome pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Woke up late for SFA. The course was getting better with practicals. Went to  airport and hang-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Last day of SFA. Did a lot of revision. Passed the test. Hang out with Im, Adi and ahMad  at town, then Pasir Ris park. Kinda stress-relieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went to airport to study. End up playing and eating sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I spent the whole day doing nothing. And I even buih for our night sushi. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;::Exam Pressure Setting In::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_______________________________________&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did the un-imaginable and wasted your life.&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't let you waste your life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'll rectify and make sure::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-9152272871330308326?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/9152272871330308326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=9152272871330308326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/9152272871330308326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/9152272871330308326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-and-more.html' title='Friends and More'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8295978281189250016</id><published>2007-09-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:47:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely September - Plain White T's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;just tryin' to think of something to do&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to think of something, anything&lt;br /&gt;just to keep me from thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;But you know it's not working out&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're all that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;One thought of you is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;to leave the rest of the world behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that you're not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think, the less I believe it&lt;br /&gt;and the more I want you here with me&lt;br /&gt;You know the holidays are coming up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend them alone&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Christmas time with you&lt;br /&gt;will just kill me if I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the smartest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;we just can't seem to get it right&lt;br /&gt;But what I wouldn't give to have one more chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;One more chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to entertain myself with this old guitar&lt;br /&gt;But with all my inspiration gone it's not getting me very far&lt;br /&gt;I look around my room and everything I see reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, baby won't you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;we've got nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back, but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to meet you then&lt;br /&gt;we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to give you chills&lt;br /&gt;the way that I kiss&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mean to fall in love, but I did&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't mean to love me back but I know you did&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you didn't love me back 'cause you know you did&lt;br /&gt;No, you didn't mean to love me back&lt;br /&gt;But you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not the same here without you around.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems quiet. Seems lost.&lt;br /&gt;The gifts you gave me, I kept it wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;They made sure I'll always think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when we meet, I'll bring them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can sit down by that small tree,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll unwrap them, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;And those memories will flow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Till then, it's a lonely september::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8295978281189250016?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8295978281189250016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8295978281189250016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8295978281189250016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8295978281189250016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonely-september-plain-white-ts.html' title='A Lonely September - Plain White T&apos;s'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-4855741104368939848</id><published>2007-09-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:23:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friday was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Missed school. Went to PRSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Met old frens, old teachers, and performances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They were BORING. Some like AC's were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The rest were umm.... silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Went out after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Skipping all details, ended up at Tock Seng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ate wanton noodles. Not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I think it gave me stomachaches afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then hang out at esplanade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Had lots of laughs. With the guy's jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The acoustic performances were good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All and all, it was worth the not studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Saturday was fun as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wanted to study, didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ended up soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Pretty... "dramatic" ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But it ended well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to eat at Changi with Ahmad, Im and Imran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So full. Then took a stroll till the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And hang out. Watching planes. Listening songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Went home and slept like a pig. Ouhwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunday was fantastic. Today was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Woke up early to go to People's Association.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;President's Challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me, Im, Adi and my uncle took part in T-shirt making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We made quite a messy piece. Full of blotches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Some creativity, but overall, a funny piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And guess what, WE WON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;$300 of voucher. Split to 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Another family friend of ours won second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tanjong Pagar grabbed the top prizes. We rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My uncle treat us at Siam Kitchen afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ate so much, all of us wanted to hurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adi hurled actually. That was how full we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Went home. Played comp games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, no studying today. And tmr's bio's SPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;::Blogging is Wierd::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-4855741104368939848?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/4855741104368939848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=4855741104368939848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4855741104368939848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/4855741104368939848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2661726339706137255</id><published>2007-08-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:48:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><content type='html'>Talked to catwoman about unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew today my luck would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played this soccer game with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;All together, he scored over 5 own goals.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still cannot find my respiration notes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead. Just revised a bit on respiration.&lt;br /&gt;And a bit on the rest. 5%. Is it worth giving up for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Pizza for dinner. Pizza Hut's cheesy thing, not nice.&lt;br /&gt;And dun ever buy the supreme black pepper chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Taste like.... shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Yes, I'm blinded::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2661726339706137255?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2661726339706137255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2661726339706137255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2661726339706137255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2661726339706137255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/blinded.html' title='Blinded'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2880200932250379828</id><published>2007-08-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:06:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe - Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking tired. Bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's JC life for me.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, poly sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as requested by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eadelin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there will be no lyrics posted for the song.&lt;br /&gt;And yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eadelin&lt;/span&gt;, it has a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eadelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is,&lt;br /&gt;She's this short, umm... I mean &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;girl in my class.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be surprised how loud she can be.&lt;br /&gt;With that rock voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eadelin&lt;/span&gt;, that's a compliment okay?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to post up a photo... But circumstances.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Catwoman, if you are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing September. Which means 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Start studying!&lt;br /&gt;2) I still havn't met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I somehow cannot wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Maybe it's just me::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2880200932250379828?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2880200932250379828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2880200932250379828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2880200932250379828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2880200932250379828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/maybe-secondhand-serenade.html' title='Maybe - Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5194363477494498256</id><published>2007-08-19T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:53:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Moving Words</title><content type='html'>If all fails, fret not, coz I'll be here. It's not too far, nor too close. Just... there. I wouldn't want to butt in, or not care. But is it enough? To just stand here and watch. Helplessly. I wish there's more that I could do for you. But you see, I'm a born loser. I'll have to accept that. But I'll change. I'll work hard. And I want you to promise me. You'll do it too. No, I won't let you fall. Never. There will be times where we both would despise each other. When that happens, we'll stop and talk things out aite? I know it was perfect. It's wonderful. I'd love to meet, and give it my words of thanks. Coz it made u special. Very special. Something I can't do so well, coz you see, I don't have that advantage. So, I hope you'll give me a chance. I'll love you and  make all our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'm sorry::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5194363477494498256?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5194363477494498256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5194363477494498256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5194363477494498256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5194363477494498256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-moving-words.html' title='3 Moving Words'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3123035738214666145</id><published>2007-08-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:01:28.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't make things right. It's hard for me to learn what someone had done, and live up to the legacy. Especially what he had done. It's near impossible for me.&lt;br /&gt;Coz' there are things in my life that I've done and I'm not proud of, and it had all pulled me down. Do you know that each night, when I'm having a moment, I'll be wondering about this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard for you. Having skills beyond your control, and they all seem to kill you slowly inside. The safe haven you used to have is no longer there, and you've been telling yourself that you do not need one. Guess what? You do need one. Badly. You cannot just live life the same way after what happened in the haven. That's the reason why everything seems to be falling apart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has fall apart for me when I woke up from a nightmare I created. I can't believe I used to plot things that way. I guess God has punished me accordingly and gave me a broken hope to live on as well. Just to experience what I put them through. But being  all so forgiving, God has also gave me another chance to make up for the mistakes. After seeing you, I don't know whether I'm in for the mission of objectives, or mission of the heart. That, I'll determine on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'll need you to live life simple from now on. Till I make up my mind on what I should pursue. It'll determine whether we'll succeed, or we'll fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Afterall, I'm just HUMAN::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3123035738214666145?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3123035738214666145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3123035738214666145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3123035738214666145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3123035738214666145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6447477088003393619</id><published>2007-08-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:58:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage Crew</title><content type='html'>2 days of fun. Yea. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As how the rest put it,&lt;br /&gt;meeting girls and crapping with them,&lt;br /&gt;free food and getting seconds,&lt;br /&gt;slack job,in between scenes&lt;br /&gt;crap time by playing the name game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it not be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we took the most pics there.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we didn't get the grp photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need Zaim to send me the pics.&lt;br /&gt;With the props, with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try upload it soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if there's anymore crew job, &lt;br /&gt;The "boys" would confirm grab again.&lt;br /&gt;How can we not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be Sri Anggerek's unofficial crew.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Tragedi Temasek::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6447477088003393619?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6447477088003393619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6447477088003393619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6447477088003393619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6447477088003393619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/backstage-crew.html' title='Backstage Crew'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8409096621036934229</id><published>2007-08-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:31:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebs &amp; TPSC Handover</title><content type='html'>Today was the MOST BORING day ever.&lt;br /&gt;Wore red and jeans. Go school.&lt;br /&gt;Do GP. 2 periods. Then games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like small child SIA.&lt;br /&gt;With the cheering and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Eeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped the last part.&lt;br /&gt;Which is sing-a-long.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the range.&lt;br /&gt;Prepared for handover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though got a lil frustration,&lt;br /&gt;It all went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;The food was on time.&lt;br /&gt;The events went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT THE TROPHIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Finally::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8409096621036934229?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8409096621036934229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8409096621036934229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8409096621036934229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8409096621036934229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-celebs-tpsc-handover.html' title='National Day Celebs &amp; TPSC Handover'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6907929839748653233</id><published>2007-08-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:32:07.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Friday, A Dull Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today is freaking boring.&lt;br /&gt;Class in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going baybeats.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired. Slept. And woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was one hell of a day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to baybeats.&lt;br /&gt;With syam, zaim, khabir, mat, yas, adi, zai and farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stentorian was not bad. Their vocalist has a nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;Caracal was a bomb! Mosh-ed like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Azmyl Yunor's Makan Gaji song has funny lyrics. Laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Plainsunset's performance was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Their song were nice. The crowd was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodysurfing. Moshing. Screaming. Jumping.&lt;br /&gt;It's like anger-venting session.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was worth the sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Hope tomorrow's better::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6907929839748653233?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6907929839748653233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6907929839748653233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6907929839748653233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6907929839748653233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-friday-dull-saturday.html' title='A Great Friday, A Dull Saturday'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1329934204099469543</id><published>2007-08-03T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:13:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>since nad asks me to do it, well... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;each player starts off by naming ten habits about oneself. In the end tag six friends and they'll have to do the same too.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to hug my bag during classes.&lt;br /&gt;2. I eat around 5 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;3. I daydream for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;4. whatever drink i drink at home, it has to contain ice.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love to think about stuff before i sleep each night.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to look at how people react to certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;7. I lie and then i tell the truth shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will ALWAYS fall asleep at 2.30 am (if i'm on my bed), no matter how hard i try to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;9. When I listen to songs, it's lyrics first. Then music.&lt;br /&gt;10. I walk to school and walk back home almost everyday (One end of simei to TPJC). Just a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Syash, gullible should be one habit. GO DO!&lt;br /&gt;2) Isya, just for fun aite. Haha. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dheelah, i know you are reading this. &lt;br /&gt;4) Liang Ting, coz i want people to know ur habits.&lt;br /&gt;5) Hazim, YOU ARE READING THIS. I don't care how, go post it somewhere in friendster of something. Unless u got a secret blog.&lt;br /&gt;6) Sree. I somehow feel that you'll be doing this. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Good Night and Good Luck::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1329934204099469543?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1329934204099469543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1329934204099469543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1329934204099469543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1329934204099469543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/08/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3329639317158049270</id><published>2007-07-31T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:04:22.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Make Your Day</title><content type='html'>If you are feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;I hope these vids and jokes will crack you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8922875251875301807&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHyVXJhCIvE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHyVXJhCIvE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P = the problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br /&gt;(S = the solution and action taken by the engineers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.&lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what they're there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bggFBWn7YoI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bggFBWn7YoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child sure had a great plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a factory in Northern Minnesota that makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arm. Here is a true story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena was hired at the factory and she reported for her 1st day promptly at 8:00 a.m. The following day, at 8:45, there was a knock at the personnel manager's door. The foreman from the assembly line threw open the door and began to rant about his new employee, Lena. He complained that she was incredibly slow and that the entire production line was behind schedule and backing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personnel manager decided he should see this for himself, so the two men marched down to the factory floor. When they got there, the line was so backed up, there were Tickle Me Elmos all over the factory floor and they were really beginning to pile up at the end of the line stood Lena, surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The two men watched in amazement as she cut a little piece of fabric, wrapped it around two marbles and began carefully to sew the little package between Elmo's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personnel manager stared for a few seconds, saw what was happening, and burst into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics, he pulled himself together and approached Lena. "I'm sorry," he said to her. Barely able to keep a straight face, he said, "I think you misunderstood the instructions given you yesterday. Your job is to give each Elmo two test tickles ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by a man. The man said, "I must have you right now! I'll drop 500 dollars on the ground at your feet and in the time it takes for you to pick it up I can have my way with you from behind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought it over and told the man to wait a minute. She called her girlfriend on her cell phone and told her about the man's proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her girlfriend said, "When he drops the $500 on the ground I'm sure you can pick it up and run before he gets his pants down. Call me back and tell me what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later the lady called her girlfriend back. "What happened?" the girlfriend asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady said, "That son-of-a-bitch had $500 in quarters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Laughter is the BEST Medicine::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3329639317158049270?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3329639317158049270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3329639317158049270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3329639317158049270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3329639317158049270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-to-make-your-day.html' title='Something To Make Your Day'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2141196282119632307</id><published>2007-07-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:42:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth I Guess</title><content type='html'>I got this from a friendster bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You might agree with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;it, but when it actually happens 96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;of girls don't realize it 'til it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;too late and that guy who did it is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;frustrated that he has moved on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;someone who will take notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We don't care if you talk to other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We don't care if you're friends with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;some random guy walks into the room and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you jump up and tackle him, without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;even introducing us, yeah, it pisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;talk to him for ten minutes without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;even acknowledging the fact that we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;at 2 in the morning we do get a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/stunning, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;freaking mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One of the sexiest thing about a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is her confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Take Advantage of the mood I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;let us pay for you! don't "feel bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If we're going out with you in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;first place, you don't have to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the need to wear the shortest skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you have or put on every kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;makeup you own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;We like you for who you are and not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;honestly, i think a girl looks more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;beautiful when she's just herself, not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;dolled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;beauty in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Don't talk about how hot Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;have girlfriends for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Whatever happened to the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough:if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you aren't being treated right by a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;guy, don't wait for him to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;change.ditch him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sorry,,disgrace to the male population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;find someone who will treat you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;with utter respect.And first dates wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;be the best.It takes time to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;comfortable with that certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;girl.So,girls give us some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who will make you smile when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you're at your lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who will care for you even when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;how bad you make them feel, or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;just to look you in the eyes....and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;::Give Me A Chance::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2141196282119632307?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2141196282119632307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2141196282119632307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2141196282119632307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2141196282119632307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/truth-i-guess.html' title='The Truth I Guess'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6299039988682924772</id><published>2007-07-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:42:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate But Reunion</title><content type='html'>Each night I lie awake,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You left me with a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would things be the same,&lt;br /&gt;If I left you, far away and now,&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay,&lt;br /&gt;If I left you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your light throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight with you against all your fright.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;As long as things don't get all so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your light throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight with you against all your fright.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you will be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can now tell us,&lt;br /&gt;How long this all can last.&lt;br /&gt;But each night I pray out loud,&lt;br /&gt;That this won't be a past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would things be the same,&lt;br /&gt;If I left you, far away and now,&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay,&lt;br /&gt;If I left you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your light throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight with you against all your fright.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;As long as things don't get all so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your light throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight with you against all your fright.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you will be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be that light you see each night...&lt;br /&gt;I'll make there will be no more fright.&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll make things all so right...&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make it forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your light throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight with you against all your fright.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;As long as things don't get all so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your light throughout the night,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll never go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you it's not a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll try to make it worth the while,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll always smile.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm home it'll all be fine,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Promises of A Loved One::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6299039988682924772?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6299039988682924772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6299039988682924772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6299039988682924772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6299039988682924772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/hate-but-reunion.html' title='Hate But Reunion'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-3928129446589862609</id><published>2007-07-28T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:51:07.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black;" background="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hafiz --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;[adjective]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sexually stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you a good boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/fullheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You are a great lover.  This will get you into many wonderful relationships.  You know how to treat your partner.  You are skilled in love and it might be helpful to teach others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: 8pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_182.html"&gt;'Are you a good boyfriend/girlfriend?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You have a sexual hidden talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You have a sexual hidden talent.  You might not look it but you are a dynamo in bed.  Most of your lovers think that it is from years of practice, but really, you were just born with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=4"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see donkeys and/or metal heart anywhere IN THESE TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::PERSONALITY TESTS ARE FRAUD::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-3928129446589862609?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/3928129446589862609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=3928129446589862609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3928129446589862609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/3928129446589862609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-ness.html' title='Cool-ness'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-5304374171890493125</id><published>2007-07-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:40:30.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Shit</title><content type='html'>Seen the moon lately?&lt;br /&gt;Its fuzzy and fading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is my mind.&lt;br /&gt;What's right and wrong seems to fade.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming who I hate.&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've said too much sorries.&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably mean nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;But each one I said, was true to heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive myself for hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Congratulations::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-5304374171890493125?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/5304374171890493125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=5304374171890493125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5304374171890493125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/5304374171890493125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-shit.html' title='I Hate Shit'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-1996461224792807778</id><published>2007-07-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:12:47.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Training Camp</title><content type='html'>BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTC was great.&lt;br /&gt;Group 6, Impact, sure made a long way.&lt;br /&gt;From people who just keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt;To friends who cheer while washing toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a lot back there.&lt;br /&gt;Made me think about IT.&lt;br /&gt;Is it what I want? Or what Others want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;From coming in late,&lt;br /&gt;Making new friends (despite my hatred),&lt;br /&gt;making goals and vision (BREAK THE LIMIT),&lt;br /&gt;facing hard reality from ranking session&lt;br /&gt;Playing cards late at first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early the next day,&lt;br /&gt;eating yucky bee hoon,&lt;br /&gt;growing muscles from tug of war,&lt;br /&gt;breaking limits at element competitions,&lt;br /&gt;norming dinner with CRAPPY personality tests,&lt;br /&gt;till talking late at night from just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up later the last day,&lt;br /&gt;had a lot of fun playing silent web,&lt;br /&gt;DANCED OUR SHIT OFF (DAMN I CANT DANCE),&lt;br /&gt;enjoying our last reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What team?!&lt;br /&gt;`Impact!&lt;br /&gt;*What team?!&lt;br /&gt;`Impact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Impact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::BREAK THE LIMIT::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-1996461224792807778?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/1996461224792807778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=1996461224792807778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1996461224792807778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/1996461224792807778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/leadership-training-camp.html' title='Leadership Training Camp'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-6361862337889885986</id><published>2007-07-17T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:14:38.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless You</title><content type='html'>Yes. You have my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Don't talk to me::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-6361862337889885986?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/6361862337889885986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=6361862337889885986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6361862337889885986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/6361862337889885986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/bless-you.html' title='Bless You'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-2922256510362468978</id><published>2007-07-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:00:01.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Silently</title><content type='html'>You never realised did you.&lt;br /&gt;Me standing there, uttering in the mist.&lt;br /&gt;Praying silently that luck befalls on you.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that it's been going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be recognised.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the backdrop actually.&lt;br /&gt;Coz' it's where I feel most comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile when things happen.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you ramble on about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I love to just listen and look at you in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell you,&lt;br /&gt;From the core of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::You're my Valentine::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-2922256510362468978?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/2922256510362468978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=2922256510362468978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2922256510362468978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/2922256510362468978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/praying-silently.html' title='Praying Silently'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7633478178837077243</id><published>2007-07-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:13:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Questions In My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why is it good to be a Daddy's girl, but bad to be a Mummy's                      boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why do cars have speed up to 150kmph, when they are allowed to only drive up to 90?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can we believe love at first sight if love is blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you have x-ray vision, and you can see through anything,                      wouldn't you see through everything and actually see nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What do you say when someone says you're in denial, but you're                      not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why are people IN a movie, but they're ON tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Priest goes to the toilet, is it holy crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says it a 50% chance, would it mean they do not know what they answer will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why are there pictures of the sun wearing sunglasses when                      the purpose of sunglasses is to protect your eyes from the                      sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you can sing while plugging your nose, but cannot hum while doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why do all superheroes wear spandex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How come people tell you not to stand in front of an emergency exit when if  there was an emergency surely you would run through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator when they know there's no food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people point to their wrist to ask for time, but don't point to their crotch to ask for the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you fart and burp at the same time, would it make a vacuum in your tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why is it said that an alarm clock is going off when really its coming on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Can you put a gay man in a straight jacket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is it that when adults have imaginary friends, they're sent to mental hospital, but when a child has an imaginary friend, its cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Life's Mysteries::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-7633478178837077243?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7633478178837077243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7633478178837077243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7633478178837077243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7633478178837077243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/thinking-questions-in-my-head.html' title='Thinking Questions In My Head'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8461482035599523211</id><published>2007-07-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:01:55.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests and Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-First Test-Personality Test-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results: Extroversion 41%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored somewhere in the middle between introversion and extroversion, which means that you draw characteristics from both ends of the spectrum. Sometimes, you need time to yourself, preferring to think things through on your own. Other times, you enjoy interacting with others. Overall, you are likely a fairly outgoing person who occasionally opts for solitude. You likely need a balance of alone time and time with others in your life because you can become a little overwhelmed if you ignore the introverted side of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Second Test-Intelligence Type Test-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your main intelligence type: Intrapersonal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intrapersonal intelligence is the capacity to detect and discern among one's own feelings (self-knowledge) and the ability to use that knowledge for personal understanding. Individuals with this kind of intelligence are able to construct an accurate perception of themselves and use such knowledge in planning and directing their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third Test-Depression Test-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Results: &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Worry about Judgment of Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you experience a setback or problem in your life, one of the first things on your mind is what other people will think. You may believe that others take pleasure in your problems, that they feel sorry for you, or that they are otherwise judgmental of you. Unfortunately, this attitude can lead you to feel worse about your problems than you need to. It also means that you may be less likely to seek comfort from others when you are in emotional pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;::I Failed Again::&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8461482035599523211?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8461482035599523211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8461482035599523211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8461482035599523211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8461482035599523211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/tests-and-tests.html' title='Tests and Tests'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-7789929636222362761</id><published>2007-07-11T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:39:36.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and &lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay woah, stay woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I love you truly::&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/21606717-7789929636222362761?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/7789929636222362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=7789929636222362761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7789929636222362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/7789929636222362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-guardian-angel-red-jumpsuit.html' title='Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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-21606717.post-8322380923793274883</id><published>2007-07-10T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:34:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call It Ego</title><content type='html'>I just can't stand to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I can't. Especially now.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to far out to fail.&lt;br /&gt;It's precisely because I've given my best.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether others were good.&lt;br /&gt;I should have been able to know their weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;I  should have worked triply hard just to kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grades sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U" for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;"S" for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;"D" for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;"E" for Econs.&lt;br /&gt;"C" for MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not know GP yet. But I heard it sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;And *compulsory* PTM (Parent-Teacher Meet) is on 28.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't exactly been an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'm a double loser::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21606717-8322380923793274883?l=1-mpact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/feeds/8322380923793274883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21606717&amp;postID=8322380923793274883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8322380923793274883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21606717/posts/default/8322380923793274883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1-mpact.blogspot.com/2007/07/call-it-ego.html' title='Call It Ego'/><author><name>Miracle Boi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180212589963109227</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>
